The President's Wife

Chapter 7. The Trouble at the Dining Table

The light conversation between the mother and the child came to a halt as Kinar interrupted. Standing right in front of the two while looking down.

“Ma, Mas, food has been heated,” said Kinar. Standing stiff and nervous there, stealing a look at the mature man who did not even glance the slightest at her.

Only Mother Citra greeted him with a warm smile.

“Come, Honey,” invite Bu Citra to pull Pram's hand that stands lazily towards the dining table.

Kinar tailed behind, only able to stare at that burly back, without being able to touch.

“Kinar cooks all for you,” obviously Mother Citra smilingly looks at Kinar who is standing next to her. With the corner of his eye, the mother gave her son-in-law a code to sit right next to Pram.

Kinar according, hesitantly pulled the chair beside Pram.

“Mas, happy birthday, yes,” said Kinar slowly, staring at Pram's face that was looking down.

“He's still as handsome as he used to be. When I first saw her in front of the door of the house,” Inner Kinar.

Nearly 3.5 years into their move to Jakarta, the man remains untouched. Not infrequently, he spread snares at every meeting, but none of them bore fruit. Pram is something that is hard to reach. Even in a dream it feels impossible. The man fortified himself so tightly. Even my mother was almost desperate.

Much to his chagrin, a sincere smile felt rare to him. Sometimes I want to give up, stop waiting. However, the mother nurtured the spirit and hope in her.

Yes, Kinar also called Mama, just like Pram at a special request from Ibu Citra.

“Slowly you will become my son-in-law. Calling now or later is the same.”

The words that Mother Citra said to her at that time. Makes her motivated to become a Pram woman. Women of men are almost perfect. Rich, handsome and responsible. Especially family loving pram. Kinar's daydream came to a halt as Mother Citra let out a sound.

“Pram, Kinar congratulates you,” said Ms. Citra, after waiting for Pram's reaction. His son did not respond to Kinar's remarks at all.

“Hm .. thanks,” sahut Pram staring at the ceramic plate that is still face down in front of him.

“Speaking won't look at me. Once staring, just glaring full of anger,” said Kinar in his heart.

“Pram, stay here tonight,” pinta Ibu Citra, staring sadly at the girl who was looking down at Pram's side. Kinar was playing a white napkin on his right hand.

“Sorry, I can't, Ma,” reject Pram, raise his gaze.

“Always. What is difficult Pram,” complained the mother. Almost gave up on his only son. Fate reunites them, after nearly 40 years apart.

“I have a home, have my own family,” sahut Pram, stretched plate on the table, ready to reach for the rice cooker.

“Pram ...” Ibu Citra pleaded.

“Ma, our position is still the same in Jakarta. I'll be home after mama falls asleep,” Pram said again.

Mother Citra's view turned to Pram's hand. A smile was engraved on his lips with an intention veiled in his heart. He will give Kinar a chance to show his worthiness as a wife, so that Pram does not doubt anymore.

“Kinar, please prepare for Pram,” Ibu Citra command, when you see Pram intends to fill the rice into his plate.

“Sorry, Mas,” said Kinar, taking over the rice coils from Pram's hands. His hand touched Pram's hand. Just like that, his heart was already racing, beating unbecoming.

Pram immediately took off, his gaze shining sharply at Kinar. He let Kinar master the plate, filling the rice complete with side dishes.

Sometimes the woman asked him. Smiling waiting for Pram's reply.

“Mas, want to use fried chicken?”

“Mas, can I get you the prawn sausage?”

“Mas, want black pepper cow?”

“Mas, the soup I split in the bowl, yes?” ask Kinar with a spoiled tone and full of gentleness.

Pram got increasingly upset, got up and pushed his chair back.

“Anything. He's not fussy with food,” says Pram, confusing the two women at the dinner table. Looking at each other with faces of astonishment.

“Bay!Bay!” yell Pram. Calling the assistant, to get closer.

“Ya, Boss,” says Bayu, panting. Hurried with half-run, approached the master.

“Sit!” pram's orders, pull the chair that was in his place. Signalling for Bayu to take over her seat, the following food that Kinar had prepared for her.

“But Boss ...” Bayu hesitated, stepping forward with a look of confusion.

Staring at Mother Citra who glared at him. The view turns on Pram, no less creepy. Pram's eyeballs almost fell out.

“Indeed the fruit fell not far from the tree. How to glare it can be exactly the same as this,” said Bayu in heart.

“Bay!" call Pram, it's still as hard as ever.

“Sit here! I'll give you a bonus. Being able to spend the food, double the bonus at the end of the month,” Pram explained smiling, his index finger leads to a plate of rice complete with a side dish that Kinar had prepared for him.

“Pram, your delay. Appreciate Kinar!” said Ibu Citra, hard.

“Respect me first!” pram replied, no less.

“Even the maid in my house only, not as sassy as this. Take over my wife's duties and rights.”

“If I pay them dearly to serve me. They know themselves enough,” continued Pram

“Bos, relax. I will obey your orders,” whispered Bayu trying to mediate. Choose to sit down and enjoy the food that is complete in front of him. Expect Pram to calm down and not continue the war with his own biological mother.

Bayu knows, Pram loves his mother very much. The same love for his wife. Pram loves both.

Ibu Citra looked down sobbing. Sad, disappointed and embarrassed.

“I'm sorry. I was wrong to yell at Mama in front of everyone. Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose,” Pram said after seeing her mother cry.

Seen he crouched on the side of Mother Citra. Grabbing a tissue and wiping away the tears that flowed because of his actions.

Pram knew, there was no need to harden the voice in front of his mother, let alone someone else in front of them.

“Bay, Kinar, can leave us,” pinta Pram.

Without speaking, the two chose to step aside, letting the mother and child solve the problem. The same problem each of the two met. No one wants to give up. Even Bayu and Kinar, already memorized correctly.

“Non Kinar, you better not expect more from the Boss. I have often told Non, Mr. Pram already has a wife, who for life will not be left,” explained Bayu.

“I didn't expect much. If he glances at me a little, I have no problem sharing. This is also for the sake of Mama,” said Kinar slowly.

That's not the name to share. It's called forcing. Share that if both are sincere. If only Non would. It snatches. Want to seize some or all, still seize the property of others.”

Kinar bowed limply. He has already raised more hope in Pram. Even the shakes in his heart grew right at first sight, the first time he saw Pram's figure. Long way before he knew Pram was married.

Kinar knew everything, just refused to accept the reality. Just when Ibu Citra first asked Pram to marry her, Pram refused firmly. And quietly come to Kinar, explaining the existence of Kailla in his life as well as his heart

The woman did not talk much, even though she was sick. There is no place for her in Pram's heart. He is still trying to accept, hoping for the miracle to come. It doesn't matter to him to be second.

Words that continue to be planted in his mind and heart. He doesn't know much about Kailla. He only knows his name. Pram doesn't want to tell me much about his wife.

However, Kinar was not a fool. The figure of the wife that Pram had been hiding, must have had a disability in front of Ibu Citra. And that's his weapon. To get a position in Pram's life, even if not in Pram's heart.

Kinar knew, softening Pram could not be harsh or coercive. He simply watched on the sidelines, letting the mother who worked for him.

***

Thank ye..

Love You All

Still loyal to Om Pram and Kailla

Happy Weekends