The President's Wife

Chapter 63: I'm Sorry

That afternoon the weather in the capital was hot. Kailla has just dropped out of college accompanied by Sam who is studying in the same department as her.

“Non, I went straight to the office,” said Sam, passed to his car.

He should get to the office. In accordance with Pram's orders, he and Bayu exchanged positions today. As for Donny, the longest assistant had already gone to the office. Since the collapse of the apartment building, Donny was pulled to help in the office of RD Group. It is automatically Donny's job to keep Riadi in the hospital, handed over to Ricko.

Kailla walked on with a dragging step towards Bayu who was waiting in his black alpard car.

“Bay, we're going to the hospital huh!” kailla's orders.

In accordance with what Pram has told us, Kailla really violated all her husband's orders. Though Pram has not allowed him to go to the hospital, but Kailla's name if not stubborn and defiant. He can even do it when he wants something.

“Let's stop by for lunch,” pinta Kailla again.

Bayu said, driving the car according to Kailla's orders. After all, Pram had given permission before. The problem now is how he has to keep things conducive and calm.

***

Kaila had gone down with a few boxes of mica containing fried noodles in both hands. His current goal is the treatment room of Ibu Citra. He had already made up his mind to look after the mother-in-law, not allowing Kinar the female fox to take over her rights and obligations.

Without knocking first, he had already pushed the door of the treatment room with his back. His appearance from behind the door with a plastic package in hand surprised the two women who were chatting warmly.

“Ma..!” kailla smiled. Put the luggage on the table, not far from the entrance.

The two women of different ages were surprised, especially Kinar. His head was wryly looking for the whereabouts of another figure who usually came with Kailla. Soon Bayu appeared from behind the door with the smile of his feet. Kinar was squeezing, not the man he was waiting for.

“Pram not coming with you?” mother Citra asked after a while waiting, her son did not appear.

“I'm from campus directly here, Ma.”

Kaila replied, as she approached where Mother Citra was lying. He deliberately nudged Kinar who was standing at the same place.

“Tante is not tired all day waiting here?” ask Kailla suddenly. Kaila is upset, when Kinar does not want to make room for her to approach the in-laws.

“I can take care of my mom if Auntie wants to go home. Bayu can take you,” bargain Kailla, fake smile at Kinar.

Bayu who was sitting on the sofa immediately stood up, shrinking the distance to Kailla. At least he should be on standby one. At the moment the position of Kailla and Kinar is so close, if he is not vigilant there could be a dispute.

“No, my mom used to me a long time ago. My mother does not want to be served by strangers. Isn't it Ma?” Kinar asked for the approval of Ms. Citra. He deliberately throws subtle insinuations at Kailla.

And Kailla relented. Looking for a loophole to strike back at the woman who was beating the war drums with her.

“Mama has eaten?” kailla asked, staring at the plate on the tray that was still intact.

“A minute. Mama is waiting for Pram,” said Ms. Citra, constantly staring at the door.

“Mama want me to call my husband?” tawar Kailla, moving forward, again deliberately nudged Kinar.

“Ah, I forgot!” Kailla shuts her mouth, plays.

“Mama is not used to me. I'm just a stranger here. Let Aunt Kinar contact my husband, ask him to come here immediately,” continued Kailla, not so contact Pram. The phone, which had been connected to her husband, was now put back in her bag.

“Kai, please contact Pram for mama,” pinta Ibu Citra after a long time withhold doubt. He was very eager to meet Pram. Even if he can be straightforward, he wants Pram to take care of him right now. But his son has job responsibilities that cannot be left behind.

Kailla nodded, smiling at Kinar. Don't ask how Kinar feels right now. He was really annoyed at Kailla who had been provoking his patience ever since.

Ibu Citra understands very well what Kinar feels. Gently, he touched the hand of Kinar to give in and not to look for trouble. His body is still weak, can no longer afford to look for things with his son and daughter-in-law.

“Ma, maybe Pram is in a meeting. But as soon as lunch breaks she will visit you,” explained Kailla. He put his phone back in the bag.

***

The atmosphere inside the treatment room became quiet. Mother Citra chose to rest, closing her eyes. Kailla was busy with her phone, occasionally glancing towards Kinar who was sitting on a different sofa. The woman was peeling the fruit.

And Bayu, the man was out enjoying a cigarette after making sure it was safely under control.

“Tante, I brought you lunch,” Kailla said breaking the silence, pointing towards the parcel she had placed on the table.

“Yes, I'm still full,” said Kinar. Looking at a glance, towards the arrangement of the mica box.

“You brought me fried bakmi?” ask Kinar, make sure. After seeing for yourself the brand printed on the food box.

“Iya, it's a favorite..”Kailla was unable to continue her words, Kinar had already interjected.

“Mas Pram likes it very much with fried bakmi,” he said smiling.

Kailla's upset. The words Mas uttered by Kinar sounded so sweet and spoiled. From the first moment she heard it, she had wanted to protest at her husband.

“Can't call my husband like that,” pinta Kailla suddenly.

For too long she had refrained from taking issue with Kinar's call to her husband. But the more he heard, the more he upset himself.

“Hah?! You mind Kai?” ask Kinar, astonished. Not expecting such a mediocre call could make this brat rise in blood.

“Iya, just call her name. No need to wear frills. Auntie's age with my husband isn't much different. He also wouldn't mind if Auntie called his name. Even if not mutually greeting, much better,” kaila babble with its origin.

“You're jealous Kai?” ask Kinar. Shoot directly at the target.

“Hmmm, not really. I just don't like hearing it. Like a meatball seller my subscription wagon, Mas Pur,” said Kailla origin.

Kinar chuckles. Not imagining this little boy in front of him turned out so bluntly. He knew clearly the reason Kailla did not allow him to call like that. Hearing that, Kinar's cunning mind was on its way.

“Oh yes, I also want to apologize,” said Kinar. His hand was peeling the apples he would give to Ibu Citra when he woke up later.

“Why Aunty apologizes?” ask Kailla.

“So the morning your husband hugged and kissed me. I'm not feeling good about you. I'm afraid you know from others and will misunderstand. We didn't do anything last night,” explained Kinar gently.

Kailla was shocked, the emotion in her chest instantly ignited. Like the embers of a fire doused with kerosene, it immediately flared up. Now that's how he feels.

“Tell me what happened,” pinta Kailla. His hands were already clenched, the look on his face was starting to be unfriendly.

“Sorry, I don't know what Mas Pram is thinking. Last morning while waking him up, he suddenly pulled my hand and hugged me, ” Kinar's story with no shame.

It is seen that Kinar took off his knife and placed his fruit plate, demonstrating the events this morning to clarify the true events on Kailla.

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To be continued

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