The President's Wife

Chapter 6. Making a Grandchild for Mama

Just as Pram was pushing the door, from the inside direction appeared Kinar smilingly greeted him.

“Mas,” greet Kinar smile.

“Where's the name?” ask Pram without returning a smile. Passing women who have dressed up beautiful than usual. Pram could see, today Kinar was wearing a dress and polishing his face. Different from usual.

“Mama out for a while,” says Kinar, tailing behind Pram.

Pram immediately turned around, staring intently at the woman who was standing down, slightly frightened.

“Sorry, Mas .. Mama went alone with the driver. Mama won't let me come,” said Kinar.

Pram turned around, opted out. Bayu who was just about to enter the house, astonished to look at Kinar with a question mark.

Kinar shrugged, giving an answer with his gestures. He himself did not understand, all he knew was his current feeling of disappointment. He had already nurtured hopes as high as the stars in the sky, not to mention the spirit and encouragement of Bu Citra which made him even more confident. However, Pram instead left him, staring at him unwillingly.

Pram's hand reopened the car door, dropping his body on the car seat without much talking. Lean and close his eyes.

Bayu tailed, walked to the car, waiting for Pram's next instructions.

“Bos, we go home?” tanyanya, after tired of waiting for Pram who remained silent.

“Later. I don't want Mama nagging me anymore,” said Pram briefly, glancing at the clock on his phone. A smile etched as the screensaver of her phone lit up, there was Kailla enthroned there.

For a long time staring at the photo on his phone, making the miss of the wife increasingly popping the only way when the longing came was to hear his voice. Kailla's voice will sigh or nag, still sounds beautiful in Pram's ears.

“Sayang ..." say hello Pram, when the phone call is connected.

“Hmmm, why call?” tanya Kailla is still busy with knives and cutting boards.

“I miss you,” replied Pram chuckled. I don't know since when he's been this weak to women. He barely recognized himself. Can smile like crazy just because of the intense visual that appears on the screen.

Not to mention the disgusting words, every second, every minute always comes out of his mouth when dealing with his wife.

“I'm still busy preparing your card. You have to go home quickly,” pinta Kailla.

“Hmm ..." murmuring Pram.

“Honey, you listened to me?” ask Kailla again.

“Yes, my wife's a prank!” replied Pram chuckled.

“I won't start without you,” Kailla said.

“Yes, darling,” suhut Pram, loosen the tie on the shirt collar and open it. Then those fingers nimbly already opened the top three buttons of the shirt, letting fresh air blow across the chest of his field.

“Honey, where are you?” ask Kailla.

“See you!” reply Pram chuckled.

“I'm serious, Honey,” protest Kailla.

“My friend hasn't come home yet, so I'm waiting in the car,” replied Pram.

“Honey, don't come home too late. Later I will die of hunger waiting for you.” said Kailla.

“Ya ..." sahut Brief Pram.

“Why are the more days you become more chatty, Kai?” tanya Pram laughed.

“Ish ... already. Power-off, yes. I want to cook first,” cut Kailla.

“Do not shut down. Accompany me,” pinta Pram, in a warm tone. Like a child who does not want to be separated from his mother.

“You can talk as much as you can, I'm ready to listen. If I don't answer it means your husband overslept,” Pram continued.

Then Pram chose to close his eyes, while hearing Kailla's voice telling a lot of things. His wife was showing a story telling talent in front of him. Sometimes Pram smiled, suddenly frowning. There was a lot of expression when I heard Kailla's story.

“Honey, you slept?” kailla asked, after a few minutes of not hearing Pram's voice.

“Almost asleep,” replied Pram in a barely audible voice.

“Turn it off, darling,”inka Kailla.

“Don't .. I still miss your voice,” reject Pram.

“Come tell me again, I still want to hear it,” continued Pram.

Kailla chattered while cooking like crazy. Until finally, the man fell asleep.

The never-ending office work plus pranking his wife almost every night, left Pram's energy drained. Pram just woke up as Bayu's voice echoed, calling in his ears.

“Bos, Ibu Citra is back,” call Bayu, while gently shaking Pram's shoulder.

“Hmmm,” murmur Pram, grazing.

“What time, Bay?” pram asked, seeing that the day had darkened. There was no longer any sun in the sky, all predominantly black darkened.

“Hour seven, Boss,” says Bayu straightened his bent body when calling Pram.

Pram gets out of the car, stretches out both hands, stretches his stiff muscles. Hurry to the house, ready to accept the nagging as usual.

“Ma ..." said Pram, smiling at Ms Citra who was pouting. Sitting on the sofa staring intently at Pram with his hands folded across his chest.

“You're nagging me what else?” pram asked, peeping both of his mother's cheeks.

“You, yes!”

Plaque! A punch landed on Pram's shoulder. Not too loud but pretty feeling.

“It looks like mom is getting healthier.” Pram said while laughing.

“Child does not know himself. What do you want?” mother Citra grumbled, looking at Pram with an annoyed face.

“Why hit me?” pram asked, smiling at Mom Citra.

“How long has it not been visiting me?” omel Ibu Citra's.

“I'm busy, Ma.” Pram answered briefly.

“Busy with women where else?” asked Bu Citra annoyed. Every time Ibu Citra asked Pram to marry Kinar, his son always refused for various reasons. From reasonable to beyond common sense.

“No women. Do you think your son is cheap?” pram asked annoyed. Every moment that was in the brain of the mother was just married.

“Yes already, marry Kinar!” pinta Ibu Citra's. His words were like orders.

“No! I just want to age with you,” answered Pram tightly hugging the mother from behind.

“Pram, Mama seriously. What do you think about not getting married?”

“Nothing. I'm already married. So don't force me anymore,” said Pram, back kissing the cheek of the mother, showing off the ring embedded in her ring finger.

“You deliberately dodged! Tell Mama, what do you not like about Kinar?” ask Mother Citra.

“I don't like everything in Kinar. The point is I don't like it. She's not my type.”

Kinar is beautiful, motherly, a kind child, loving and caring for Mama with painstaking care,” explained Ibu Citra, boasting Kinar.

“Let's just say she's your daughter, but don't ask me to marry her,” said Pram firmly.

“Pram!" exclaimed Ibu Citra upset.

“Ya, ma,” replied Pram with rest. Sit down on the side of my mom.

“Bad kid! Why didn't you wait inside?” ask Ms. Citra, waiting for an answer.

“Mama is not at home,” pram says.

“Kan .. there is Kinar,” said the mother.

“I'm afraid Mama contacted Mr. RT, later I was caught by people alone with Kinar inside the house, forced to marry Kinar,” Pram said as usual.

“You Really Pram,” grumbled Mother Citra.

“Pram, Mama seriously. You are no longer young.”

“Then the problem?” pram asked, looking at Ibu Citra.

"Mama also wants to have grandchildren. Neighbors next door, the feeling not long ago birthing, already born again. Mama envies. His grandson is already two people,” explained Ibu Citra.

“The lyrics are sin, Ma. God doesn't like it,” Pram replied nosy.

Plaque! The punch on Pram's arm this time was firmer than before.

“I'm serious, Ma. Mom borrowed a neighbor's granddaughter first. Later I make a grandson, directly two at a time for Mama,” said Pram while laughing, increasingly making Mother Citra upset.

“Why later, now only!” Mama Pram was seriously staring at her son.

“Alright, I go home first then,” said Pram, already up ready to step out of the house.

“Pram!” call Mother Citra.

“Say was told to make a grandson for Mama now. The thing is, my wife's home. I have to go home first,” said Pram, with his serious face.

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Tbc

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