The President's Wife

Chapter 66: Not Making Calculations

“I say goodbye Ma, want to take a room first.” Pram smiled nosily, blinking one eye. Still holding Kailla, she approached her mother.

Ibu Citra is wide-eyed. Unfinished he shut his mouth, Pram would actually take the room to complete his passion.

“Ckckckck! You are truly a shame!” mother Citra grumbled, hitting Pram's arm. His son was standing right on the side of the bed where he was lying.

“I just follow the request mama.” Pram smiled ignorantly.

“Serious Pram, don't be crazy!” Back Mother Citra hit her son's arm.

“I'm serious Ma. I just came here to ask. What kind of grandchild do you want? Male or female. Want one or two at once,” said Pram, back to judging the mother.

“Pram!” Ibu Citra shouted increasingly upset.

“Hahaha. I'm serious Ma. If you ask for a twin grandson, then tonight I can't wait for you in the hospital. I really have to work hard for it,” continued Pram, smiling nosily at his wife who blushed in shame.

A pinch landed on Pram's waist. Too upset, this time it was Kailla who reacted with all her husband's jokes.

“Mama look, my wife is impatient. Let's say soon what kind of grandchild request. As much as possible I will grant it,” said Pram.

Alternately he looked at the irritated expressions of mama and Kailla, before the laughter broke out.

“Hahahahahaha! I'm kidding, Ma.”

“Bolder boy!” gerutu Ibu Citra's.

“I'm serious, want to take the room next door. We'll stay in the hospital as long as you're treated. After college, Kailla's gonna take care of Mama. Isn't that so dear?” pram asked, waiting for his wife's answer.

A smile was engraved on the lips of the handsome man as he saw his wife nod.

“What's less your daughter-in-law, Ma. After mama hit him, he was still willing to take care of mama with all his heart. Isn't that so dear?” ask Pram back.

It's not that Pram doesn't know Kailla's heart at the moment. How she felt about her mother-in-law. But Pram cannot demand, matters of the heart cannot be forced. When Kailla loved her mother, she would do it willingly. It is not just his responsibility as his wife.

Call Kailla a second time, immediately presented Pram a kiss on the top of his head, complete with a gentle swipe on the face with the back of the index.

“I love you, dear,” whispered soft Pram, pecking at his wife's cheeks that were still blushing red.

“Thanks for taking care of my mom,” said Pram, smiling. Scrambling the origin of the head shoots, making Kailla's hair fall apart.

Pram's love statement is not only aimed at the wife, but also shows the mother how valuable Kailla is to her.

“But I love you too, Ma,” said Pram, peeping both cheeks Mother Citra.

Just as Pram took off his embrace from the mother, the door of the treatment room was slowly knocked from the outside before opening. Ibu Ida was seen entering accompanied by Sam who tailed behind while dragging a small black suitcase.

“Ma, this is Mother Ida, my assistant at home. During Kailla's college, she will accompany mama,” explained Pram, introducing her domestic assistant to the mother.

“Sam, my suitcase please put in the next room,” Pram command again.

Kailla's assistant, according to her, immediately came out to carry out her employer's orders. Not asking as much as usual.

“Kai, I'll stay a while. I have business with Bayu,” said Pram, releasing his hand to his wife, he said,

“Yes, not too long. I'll heat up your lunch,” Kailla said.

Pram smile. “Iya My dear,” he said rushing out of the room.

Kailla who was still standing next to her in-laws looked awkward. For the first time, they were in the same place in a state of peace.

“Ma, want me to bribe a meal?” kailla asked, as her eyes fell on the food on the tray. Still intact, not touched at all.

Citra's mother shook her head. All day in the hospital was served a menu that was almost the same, his appetite was lost.

“Kai, you brought fried bakmi?” ask Mother Citra.

“Iya Ma. Mama want?” Kailla asked back. But he himself was confused whether to allow it or not. He did not understand, for the condition of his father-in-law is currently allowed to consume food from outside the hospital or not.

“Ma, wait for Pram only yes,” reject Kailla.

“Mama eat menu prepared by the hospital first. Later if Pram allows, I will prepare it for mama,” explained Kailla.

Kaila was busy preparing food, then helping feed the in-laws. Ibu Citra's condition is much better than this morning. His face was not as pale as when he was just conscious.

No further communication. Kailla remained silent, occasionally feeding a spoonful of food into the mouth of her in-laws. Likewise with Ibu Citra, no voice. Secretly stealing glances at his son-in-law.

***

Every now and then Bayu still had time to show something on his cellphone, what it was, which was clearly a form of defense and explanation as well as evidence to escape the wrath of a Pram.

“When I left the two, they looked fine, Boss,” Bayu explained.

“You don't seem to know Kailla. He puts his veins forward more often than his brain. If he has emotions, he will do whatever comes first in his brain, without thinking again. That's what I'm afraid of. His emotions are explosive, but they dim easily too. Depending on how we treat it,” Pram said.

“Until now I have had to remind him repeatedly. Maybe because from birth live under pressure. And it's not good, it takes a lot of heart to be able to accept it. I had it with Riadi. Let alone Kailla who is clearly her daughter, who must be protected by strict escort.”

“You know Bay, if only my wife had made a mistake. For example, injuring Kinar or something. I can't imagine it!” said Pram, grabbing a cup of black coffee on the table and sipping it with pleasure.

Pram deliberately did not order heavy food to prop up his stomach which began to demo asking for food, considering that Kailla had bought him lunch.

“I'm sorry, Boss!” said Bayu, downcast feeling guilty.

“I will retract the application on Kinar. Women do not seem worthy of being wives.” Pram's words this time enough to make Bayu jerked. Love is strange. Although he clearly knew what Kinar was like, there was little disrespect in hearing his employer's statement.

“Good, Boss,” says Bayu.

“That woman was pretty lucky today. At least Kailla is just a hostel, not making a fuss like usual.”

A smile rang on Pram's lips, as he was reminded of how Kailla was performing as she walked into her mother's room.

“What did you do to Kinar?” ask Pram suddenly.

“You so hit it?”

Bayu.

“I don't have the heart, she cried nonstop as the Boss kicked her out,” Bayu's story.

“Alright, forget him. I'll propose to any girl you like. I'll guarantee your lives.”

“Remember me to find a nurse for my mother. After this it looks like I have to put a nurse to keep mom at home,” said Pram slowly.

Pram just stood up, but undone it. He remembered something.

“Bay, while in Austria you bought Kailla a tool to check her pregnancy. Please buy it again. I wonder, my wife is pregnant or not,” pinta Pram with a smile.

“Good Boss.” The assistant just nodded and smiled as usual. Although his heart was bitter when Pram seriously said he would withdraw his proposal to Kinar.

***

Kailla was heating the fried noodles into the microwave. The food was cold and slightly hardened because it took too long inside the mica box.

“Honey, soon I have to go to the office,” said Pram, suddenly had stepped into the room.

The handsome man, seen opening the suit and throwing it to the sofa where Mother Ida was sitting, continued peeling the fruit for her master.

“Eat first, I'm heating your favorite fried noodles,” pinta Kailla, still standing in front of the operating microwave.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Pram, the man immediately approached his wife, while folding his shirt hands up to his sleeves. Suddenly, Pram had already wrapped around Kailla's waist with both of his hands.

“Is there a occupant here?” pram asked, whispering softly in his wife's ear. His hands did not stay still, gently rubbing the stomach covered in a black dress.

“No reports have come to me yet, if there is a newcomer,” said Kailla origin, patting her husband's arm.

“Handle your hands. I'm just being sweet because my mom is here. Later after no one, I will make calculations with you!” threaten Kailla, with a hidden pouty face. He doesn't want to be seen in-laws fighting with Pram.

“Hah?! Still not done, Kai?” pram asked, with a look of disbelief.

“I haven't started it yet, how can it be said to be done,” explains Kailla, taking a quick glance at her in-laws. Fear of their conversation sounded to the ears of Mother Citra.

Pram was staring in the same direction. “Tonight we sleep here only,” break up Pram smile nosy. Pram is convinced that if they sleep apart, Kailla will call him into open war.

“No! We sleep next door. I'll skin you!” threaten Kailla, staring cynically.

***

To be continued

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