The President's Wife

Chapter 74: Please Dininabobokan Only.

Ditya cursed herself. Confidence was too high, so he forgot the most important thing. Still trying to cover up his nervousness, because it was miscalculated, Ditya said goodbye. He had to find out in detail, just came back to express his good intentions to get to know the owner of the most beautiful smile even further.

Brakk!!!

The door slammed against the wall. All eyes turned their eyes in the same direction. It was seen Sam standing with a cry, scratching his non-itchy head. While showing off a row of teeth that have just been paired with braces.

“Ma-sorry everyone,” said Sam stammered. Unable to return the charming gaze of the guest that had made him fixated at the door. He was hypnotized with all of Ditya's words being so perfect as a tough guy and it was that which made him fall asleep, accidentally pushing the door so that it slammed against the wall.

“Sorry, it looks like I have to say goodbye,” said Ditya, breaking the silence of the people in the room.

With a gallant step, Ditya extended his hand to Mother Citra.

“May Mother recover quickly,” said Ditya, both hands were holding the hand of Mother Citra, who she thought was the candidate-in-law. I don't know if he himself is still confused because of his boredom.

Mother Citra was too stunned with a dashing figure before her eyes, her tongue was clouded. Can't make a sound, just smile.

“May you be satisfied with our hospital services,” he said again. It appears Ditya took out a business card from his suit pocket.

“Next time, if Mom needs help in the hospital, can contact me directly,” he said, smiling with a little slouch keeping his gentleness.

The nurse who was standing behind Ditya, immediately covered her mouth that was ringing suddenly. Because Ditya is not an ordinary person, even they rarely hear the man open his mouth or make a sound. But at this moment he saw for himself, how a Ditya, the son of the hospital owner bowed to an old woman he didn't even know.

Ditya's gaze turned to Kailla who was still hugging the bouquet of roses, but before stepping closer, she asked permission with her eyes on Mother Citra.

“We have not yet gotten acquainted politely. Meet me Ditya Halim Hadinata. Call me, Ditya,” he said smilingly extending a hand.

Kailla. Just stuck to where he stood. Not replying to Ditya's hand at all. Since then he only noticed the movements of the man who had been sending her flower arrangements.

Ditya's smile broke out, as Kailla just stared at him in silence. It was seen Ditya waving his hand in front of Kailla's stunned face.

“Hai..., you like the flowers?” asked Ditya in a louder voice than before.

“Oh... likes. Thank you.” said Kailla when she regained consciousness from her daydream.

“I say goodbye,” he said slowly.

With one hand still in her pants pocket, Ditya walked up to Kailla. It appears that he took out a jewelry box from his pants pocket and placed it between the red rosebuds that Kailla was holding.

“For you,” whispers slowly, winks. Maybe only Kailla can hear it.

“Alright, I'm sorry,” said goodbye once again to everyone who was in the room. The nurse followed Ditya who was walking towards the door.

Just as Ditya's feet stepped out, Pram suddenly appeared before his eyes. Ditya was painting, trying to remember the man who looked so familiar. A few seconds later he immediately recalled, this man once walked with Kailla, in their second meeting.

Ditya's smile immediately expands, considering that maybe this old man is one of the relatives of the owner of the most beautiful smile. Maybe his uncle or whatever but there's no way Kailla's dad remembers his mom's that old. Ditya did not know clearly and did not want to find out either. Trying to leave a good impression, Ditya relented and greeted first.

“Om..,” greet Ditya while bending over and smiling. Not waiting for an answer, Ditya passed away.

Pram turned around, only able to stare at Ditya's back walking away. It happened so suddenly, he did not have time to drag the self-informed man who dared to approach his wife.

Pram's rough steps inside shocked the occupants of the room who were still stunned and confused, except for Ibu Citra. The old woman was unpacking the shopping bag with a smile. Pull out the latest Louis Vuitton scarf.

Sam swiftly approached Kailla, pocketing a velvet jewelry box, so as not to provoke Pram's anger.

“Non, I secure first,” whispered Sam.

Mother Citra who still admired her gift, was completely unaware of Pram's presence among them.

“Kai, this is a range of ten million,” said Ms. Citra, smiling sumringah at the daughter-in-law who was standing by the side of the bed with her.

“What's this!” yell Pram. His eyes were sweeping across the room. His gaze was fixed on the flower arrangement on the bed.

Ibu Citra and Kailla immediately shrunk and shriveled. Pram's voice sounded so terrible. Kaila, who was about to approach her husband, was immediately detained by her in-laws.

“If this son-in-law misspokes, this scarf could disappear in an instant. I have to intervene,” Inner Mother Citra.

“Why come already angry, Pram?” Ibu Citra asked, acting as if nothing had happened. Sweet to appease his son who is not in good condition.

“EVERYTHING OUT OF THIS ROOM!” yell Pram suddenly.

Sam ran to the ridge to save himself, as did Mother Ida, instantly taking off the bag in her hand. Rushed out while looking down.

“I'm afraid Non Kailla will be scolded by Mr. Pram,” whispered Ms. Ida, when they were outside the room. Sam who was standing leaning against the wall, right next to Mother Ida just bowed, taking out the jewelry box from her pants pocket.

“Hopefully, Non Kailla is fine. You see Sam, Mr. Pram's eyes like they want to pounce on prey round.” Mother Ida said softly.

“Don't worry Mom. Non Kailla is his wife Pak Pram, it is impossible to be swallowed round and round,” Sam chirped origin. His hand opened the jewelry box he was trying to save. Both of them were amazed by both Mother Ida and Sam, a diamond-studded ring tucked inside.

“Bu, my hands are shaking,” said Sam, surprised to see the expensive jewelry in front of his eyes.

“Look at it. The glare is different from those sold at roadside stalls,” continued Sam again, chuckling.

“Bu, surely he's a rich man huh. The smell is so different. Maybe the bath is soaking in perfume, the fragrance is not lost,” continued Sam again.

“If I were to be Non Kailla, it would be this dilemma. That one was truly a superior variety. Sneezing may come out of the dollar, if coughing out gold bars,” said Sam, the more original talk.

***

The atmosphere in the room was still quiet. Kailla looked down in fear while linking her fingers, much different from Mother Citra who looked mediocre.

“Kai, let's raise your head. Don't let Pram know,” whispered Mother Citra, cheering Kailla on.

“Mama will help you. Let's seduce your husband, mama doesn't want this scarf taken back by Pram.”

“How to seduce him. Mama did not see that her eyes were reddened,” said Kailla, stealing a look towards her husband who was sitting on the sofa with his hands folded in his chest. Her husband's face looked horrible. There was no smile or tenderness as usual.

“No one wants to tell me?” pram asked staring intently at his wife and mother.

Hening—

Ibu Citra and Kailla threw eyes at each other.

“Jawab!!” pram said half screaming.

“Kai, your husband please let us know. You are usually the smartest. Come there!” mother Citra whispered, while pushing her daughter-in-law's back to get closer to her son.

“If necessary, mom can wait outside,” continued Ms. Citra, looking back at the scarf in her hand.

***

To be continued

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