The President's Wife

Chapter 70: Pram, Don't Be Crazy Again

Pram goes into the room with a branched mind. Still with a giant flower arrangement, his mind glares. Even he did not hear Mother Citra's voice calling out her name several times.

“Pram.!” call Mom Citra for umpteenth time.

“What happened?” tanyakanya. Surprised by the unusual attitude of Pram.

“Nothing, Ma,” sahut Pram, put a red rose flower arrangement on the table.

Mother Citra's gaze was fixed on the red rose array. His eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what was happening.

“That's what, Pram?” ask Mother Citra. His index finger led to a bouquet of flowers that looked luxurious, lying just like that.

“Oh! It belongs to Kailla.” Pram answered briefly, went back to the flower arrangement, grabbed a greeting card and kept it in his pants pocket. He didn't want his mother to know someone was sending flowers to his wife. That would make her mother even more disliked Kailla.

“You bought flowers for your wife, but did not buy them for mama,” complained Ibu Citra, showing her jealousy.

“Tomorrow I will ask Bayu to buy it for mama.”

Hearing her son's answer, Mother Citra was not happy, but instead upset herself. Feeling neglected and subordinated by his own son.

“No need. Mama will ask Kinar to buy her. The same,” said Ibu Citra. His tone sounded annoyed.

Pram smiled, seeing the jealousy seen on his mother's face.

“Ah..! My mother is jealous blind,” Pram chirps full of jokes, hugging tightly Mom Citra.

“Mama don't envy my wife. I love you guys just as much,” whispered Pram. Not yet out of his arms, from the direction of the door appeared Kailla carrying a package containing a food box.

His face because it was stuck in traffic on the road suddenly turned cheerful when he saw a series of roses on the table.

“Darling, sorry I was late,” he said. Don't forget to bring the perfect smile to her mother-in-law.

“Ma, I've bought rice mama's order team,” continued Kailla again. It was impatient to observe up close the beauty of the flower that stole his attention from the very beginning to enter the room.

“Bu, please prepare lunch for my husband yes,” his order to Mother Ida who is watching 32 inch television hanging on the wall of the room painted cream.

“Honey, you bought it for me?” ask Kailla. Rushing toward the flower arrangement, lifting it high, watching from all sides. It feels strange, not usually Pram to be this sweet. She remembers how Pram even forgot their engagement ring.

Pram a loving, understanding and sweet figure but for different things. Never before has there been in their wedding history a flower arrangement or a chocolate bar on special days. Even Pram often forgets birthdays, either his birthday or a wedding anniversary. Her husband was not a figure who paid attention to such details.

“You like it?” pram asked, still standing by the side of the bed.

“Very. Thanks Darling.” Kailla had already run around hugging her waist while peeking at her husband's cheek. Forgetting the presence of Image Mother among them.

“I love you,” whispered Pram in the arms of his wife.

Mother Citra which is presented with almost the same view each can only be silent. I don't know what to do. Remain in his ego or succumb to the happiness of his son. So far, he has not taken a stand. Just following the flow of life that was already in front of his eyes.

“Ma, I ate next door huh?” pinta Pram, her heart is not calm. Want to immediately discuss the mysterious flower sender with Kailla.

“Why should be next door. Just eat here. We rarely have time together, Pram. Mama please,” reject Ibu Citra with her face. Anyone who sees, will be devastated and unbearable. And in the end, Pram gave up. At least please my mom this time.

***

Pram and Kailla were sitting on the sofa after finishing lunch. More precisely, Kailla was sitting on the couch watching her favorite youtuber with Pram lying down, straightening her body and making Kailla's lap her pillow. With a position like this, Pram saw clearly the look on his wife's face. Especially when Kailla was looking down like this.

The man looked intermittently at the clock on his wrist. Lunch time will soon be over. That means he has to get back to the office. But his feelings are not calm. He couldn't work before talking about it with Kailla.

Of jealousy? Sure was! Which husband is not jealous in his position. But the logic still runs in place. If his wife was cheating behind him, it would be impossible to dare to be blatant like this. But the truth is, the flower arrangement that was intended for Kailla was a fact. He has to find out what really happened.

Ever since he entered the room, his mind had wandered everywhere. The name of Ditya Halim Hadinata continues to interfere, circling not to leave. A familiar name, as one has heard but knows not where.

“Kai, you're not cheating on me, are you?” ask Pram. Staring fixedly at the bead of his wife's eyes that were bowed suddenly as the question came out of his lips.

A greeting card came out of the pants pocket, Pram directly handed it to Kailla.

“The flower is not from me,” Pram explained slowly. Whispering so that his voice would not be heard by his mother.

Not letting Kailla ask any further, the man had already taken a sitting position, swiftly grabbing the nape of the neck and smearing his wife's lips.

“Kai, reply to my kiss. We need to find an excuse so we can get out of here. You heard it yourself, you didn't let us leave the room. I need to discuss it with you,” whispered Pram in between his kiss.

Kailla, according to her, followed her husband's will. Nearly five minutes into kissing, Pram steals a glance at his mother who is focusing on his television show. Ida's mother is ordered to return home to bring dirty clothes with Sam.

“Kai, please sigh now!” whispered Pram again. Her mother was still busy with her spectacle, glancing at them was not.

“I don't want to. It's embarrassing!” kailla grumbled, hitting her husband's chest softly.

Because Kailla refused, Pram was forced to find other ways to divert her mother's concentration. His feet immediately kicked the rough table in front of them.

Brakk!!!

The sound of the creaking of the wooden table rubbing against the granite floor rang out loud. Coupled with a mineral bottle that rolled down from the table made the sound even louder.

“Pram, don't be crazy again!” Omel Ibu Citra turned her eyes away from the television screen. He was again forced to watch the perverted scene of his son.

“Sorry, Mom. I can't take it anymore. I'll go next door first. Need for impingement,” said Pram origin, pulling Kailla's hand following his steps. Before going out, Pram still had time to bring a bouquet of roses with him.

Ibu Citra can only stroke the chest. His son and daughter-in-law were seen coming out in a hurry.

“Ckckck. Your dad and I were young, but not this crazy. Down from who this is,” he said slowly.

***

Both were in other rooms. Pram immediately interrogated his wife. There have been a lot of questions that have needed answers since.

”Kai, tell me. Who is Halim Hadinata?!” pram asked, throwing a rough flower arrangement on the table.

Since then, he has been trying to hold back his emotions. Don't want to look troubled with Kailla in front of her mom.

“I don't know him,” says Kailla is confused. Rereading the greeting card inside his hand.

“Don't lie to me. Get your phone!” pram's orders. For the first time, he checked his wife's cell phone. Four years of marriage, she never even touched Kailla's rose gold phone.

Kailla said she pulled the phone out of her cotton dress pocket. Not argue at all. He quite understood that Pram was currently suspecting him.

“Where did you meet this man?” ask Pram. His hands and eyes were still busy ruffling his wife's phone. From incoming messages, chat, incoming and outgoing calls even the gallery was checked one by one by Pram.

“Say where do you know him? There are no reports from your assistant that you met the man during this time,” asked Pram, returning the phone to its owner. After being sure there is nothing suspicious inside the smartphone.

“I don't know him. Even I just first heard his name,” replied Kailla, trying to answer honestly.

Pram did not answer, just stared. Seeking honesty from Kailla's plain face. Honestly, he is confused. But, looking at his body language and how to answer Kailla at the moment, he was sure his wife was not lying.

“Close me to the office. Let Mother Ida and Sam take care of mama,” Pram said. He could not leave Kailla in the hospital, until it was clear who Ditya Halim Hadinata was. The man who even knew of Kailla's whereabouts in the hospital. He doesn't want to take any more risks. There were many enemies outside, Kailla's life above all else.

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To be Continued

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