The President's Wife

Chapter 65: Take Your Wife To The Hotel

Bayu. Not daring to raise his head when dealing with his employer. Not far from where he stood, Kinar looked sad.

“Ma, I promise I won't be looking for trouble with Kailla again. Let me stay here to take care of you,” Pinar's pinta, pleading with all earnestness. It is not clear what the intention and purpose is to stay in the hospital, even though he heard Pram himself had expelled him subtly.

Ibu Citra was stunned. Unable to open his voice or deny all his son's requests. He also wanted Kinar with him. During this time only Kinar understood and cared for him with the utmost sincerity.

But he is also helpless. He currently has no power, however, plus since a few days ago he has seen for himself how the bond between parents and children that is usually used to suppress his son is already unreliable. Pram rebelled already. Not as well before.

“Nak, istirarahat at home only. Tomorrow morning just come here again,” ask Ibu Citra, smile.

Kinar said, hurrying to pack his personal belongings. Put it in the bag, then step out. But his hand just grabbed the doorknob, Pram's heavy voice shocking everyone inside the treatment room.

“Our line is not finished!” firmly Pram. Still with Kailla unwilling to take off her embrace, the man turned around.

Kinar sculpted, tightly grasping the bag in his hand.

“What is your purpose in telling my wife that unimportant thing?” ask Pram, furious.

“Sorry Mas, I don't have any purpose. Just afraid Kailla misunderstood,” Kinar ventured to answer.

Pram widened, his laughing voice sounded so terrible. Even Kailla who was hugging her husband's waist shrunk. Squeezing his embrace, while staring at Pram's stiff face that emitted anger.

“Honey....,” whispered Kailla slowly once. Fearing that the drama was discovered, not only Kinar even herself would be sprayed by her husband.

“Thank God you were born a woman, otherwise I will hit you right now.”

“Sorry Mas.” Kinar was bowed, regretful but late. He should have thought twice before pranking Kailla earlier. But he was already provoked by emotions, his common sense disappeared instantly.

Only an apology could come out of his lips. His tongue was mute, even his brain stopped thinking when he heard the voice of Pram's anger.

“I don't want to see you. Make sure you don't show up in front of me or my wife, every time I see mom!” decah Pram's.

“Pram..!” Ibu Citra who did not understand sat his problem interjected. Still trying to defend Kinar.

“Mama choose me or him?” pram asked, his index finger was pointed firmly at Kinar.

“I don't mind him staying with mama, I'll still pay for his life in return for taking care of mama all this time. I just don't want him wandering in front of my eyes.” explained Pram, setting his eyes on the mama.

Ibu Citra sobbing. Pram's words hit the bottom of his heart. For him, Kinar has his own place.

“Or she's leaving. I will give whatever he asks in return for his services all this time!” tawar Pram's.

“Sorry Mas,” said Kinar in tears. With courage that appeared out of nowhere, he approached Pram, grabbed the man's hand and apologized.

“Let me go. Just seeing you I don't want to. How dare you touch me!” said Pram, throwing Kinar's hand.

“Bay! Teach this woman a lesson!” yell Pram.

“Set him out, you know what to do!” pram's orders.

Bayu said, bringing Kinar out as soon as possible. If you do not get rid of it, Pram's anger will become more and more.

Mother Citra kept crying. Unable to see, Kinar was treated harshly by his own son. Occasionally he rubbed his chest that felt tight.

“You too. I told you not to go to the hospital without my permission. But still you argue. Look at the mess you made, Kai,” said Pram suddenly, breaking free from the arms of his wife.

“And your punishment,” firmly Pram is addressed to his wife.

“You must replace Kinar's duties, keep mama from now on!” firmly Pram, pointing towards his mother who was crying loudly.

Kaila was surprised, staring at her mother-in-law. Dare not to argue, but do not accept voluntarily anyway. If he had previously intended to take care of his in-laws because he did not want Kinar to do it. But now that the task was completely handed to her, there was a sense of heaviness in her heart.

“You refused?” ask Pram pretending to be serious. Looking at the expression on his wife's face, he already wanted to laugh.

“No, I did not refuse,” Kailla said.

“Bad kid! Troublemaker! You think I don't know your dramas,” whispered Pram, bringing the lips close to his wife's ears.

Kailla shut her mouth. She rushed to her mother-in-law who was crying. Not looking for trouble with her husband.

“Ma, don't cry anymore,” coax Kailla, grabbing the tissue on the nightstand, removing the trail of tears streaming down those wrinkled cheeks. Every now and then the edge of his eyes glanced at Pram. Her husband was sitting on the sofa, closing his eyes while massaging his temple.

“Drink, Ma,” haggard Kailla. Grab a glass filled with water complete with straws and put at the end of her lips in-laws. With another hand gently rubbed his in-laws back.

Not long after, Ibu Citra started to calm down. Kaila chose to approach Pram. Her husband was lying on the sofa, still complete with his work suit and shiny shoes. With both hands folded on her chest, she almost fell asleep as Kailla greeted her.

“Darling, have you had lunch?” ask Kailla.

“I bought you fried noodles on the way to the hospital,” he continued.

“Mmmmm,” Pram murmur, still with eyes closed.

“You want me to prepare?” tawar Kailla's. Stand on the side of the sofa, waiting for an answer.

Pram suddenly pulled his wife's hand, causing Kailla to fall on her lying body. Both of his hands immediately locked his wife's waist so as not to go away.

“He hurt you earlier?” whispered Pram, showing the attention he had been hiding. His eyes were obscuring the curves of Kailla's face, looking for signs of torture that Kinar might have inflicted on his wife.

“There was mama,” whispered Kailla held back the embarrassment, glancing towards Mother Citra who was watching the television show.

“Leave it. Mama ever young,” sahut Pram relax. He did not even care about the whereabouts of his mother among them.

“He hit you?” ask Pram again, waiting for an answer.

“No, he grabbed me, I did the same. I had a chance to kick her leg,” Kaila shootout with pride.

Pram shook his head.

“You know, I'm very worried about you. I'm afraid you did crazy things, like hitting him or even stabbing him with that fruit knife,” Pram obviously stared at the fruit knife lying on the floor.

“I'm not that stupid,” grunts Kailla, with pursed lips as usual.

“I don't want you to look wrong in my mom's eyes. If you have to hit, let me do it. I don't want this smooth hand to hurt anyone else. I don't want people to blame you,” whispered Pram, smiling as he kissed his wife's forehead.

The two of them were silent, staring at each other. But suddenly, Kailla hit Pram's chest tight.

Buk!!!

“Ag Kailla!! It hurts,” cried Pram, blocking Kailla's fist who wanted to repeat the blow back on her chest.

“I haven't made any calculations with you. How dare you hug another woman behind me,” scolding Kailla, staring intently at her husband.

Pram's shocking voice screams, diverting the concentration of Mother Citra. His gaze shifted from television towards Pram and Kailla.

The old woman shook her head looking at the behavior of the child and her daughter-in-law, overlapping on the sofa while whispering.

“Pram!” call Mother Citra.

“Mmmmm,” muttered Pram, not taking his eyes off the wife in the least.

“If you can't stand it, take your wife to the hotel. I don't want to bear the shame, when the nurse came in to see the madness of you two,” Mom Citra's nagging.

Kailla bit her lips, face blushing embarrassed to hear Mother Citra's words. Different responses are shown by Pram. The man immediately stood tidying up his suit, with the hand of his wife he said.

“I say goodbye Ma, want to take a room first.” Pram smiled nosily, blinking one eye.

To be continued

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