The President's Wife

Chapter 75: Arjuna

“Kai, come,” pinta Pram patted the sofa seat next to it.

Kailla was about to drop her ass next to Pram, but the man had already pulled his wife into his lap.

Seeing that, Mother Citra smiled happily. The plan to escape death goes perfectly, the scarf brandednya safe in his arms. Scarf is not just a scarf. It's a limited edition, not just anyone can buy it. Not because of the money, but the limitations. And he was sure his only son could not get it.

He looked back at his son and daughter-in-law. The origin of his son and son-in-law was already in an overlapping position, meaning that soon the situation would be safely under control.

“Honey, someone came to see you just now?” pram asked, with his hands hugging the slender waist of his wife, but a sharp wry look on his mother.

Deg—

Mother Citra stopped her movement of hugging her gift. He looked at his son who was burning with emotion.

“Yes God, while hugging his wife, he is not willing to forget all his anger,” Inner Mother Citra.

“Iya.. ta..” Kailla had not finished answering, her in-laws had already cut.

“Aduh Pram, your age is almost five heads. Increase prayer, do not multiply the presumption of innocence and bad thinking,” cut Mother Citra.

“Ma! I asked my wife not to mama,” Pram said, affirming.

“I know, but you have no pity on your wife already scared there.” Ibu Citra folded her scarf and put it back in her pocket.

“Someone came here, but met me. Not meet him. You don't see, this gift belongs to me, not Kailla's,” explained Ms. Citra.

Pram was stunned, staring at his mother and wife in turn.

“For what did he meet mama?” pram asked, still unsure.

“Mama answered truthfully, nothing covered or exaggerated. The arjuna came here just wanted to introduce himself, then asked permission to mama,” explained Ibu Citra, still with the sentence hanging.

“Arjuna?” Pram repeated. Wonder at the name called her mother.

“That's it, mama is too old to remember her name, what was her name. Mama forgot.”

“Then, why did he ask permission on mama?” pram asked back, still not satisfied with his mother's answer. The mature man who was still handsome at the age of four heads was seen clutching tightly while pecking his wife's shoulders.

“He wants to know your daughter further, want to seriously get to know her more closely. But you know for yourself, you don't have a daughter. There was only one son, that was the only one. Mana often refuted and angry,” grumbled Citra's mother, returning her son's gaze, hoping Pram forgot with his anger.

Back Ibu Citra staring shopping bag, looking at the logo that every time you see can divert his world.

“Indeed many children much sustenance. Try if my daughter is many, can line up who deliver gifts to the house,” said Ibu Citra in heart. Smiles looked at his daughter-in-law.

“What did your mom mean? Who is mama's daughter she means?” Pram began to get emotional, his mind was crazy when he heard Ditya ask permission from Mother Citra to get to know his daughter, This time he turned his eyes to Kailla, his wife looked down while squeezing the end of her dress.

“Kai, lift your head. Answer me now! What does mama mean?” pinta Pram, it's starting to get inflamed again.

“Ouch! I misspoke,” Inner Mother Citra.

“Begini Pram, the arjuna was just the wrong person. I haven't straightened him out, uh he's just playing around. I obviously don't have a daughter. You're the only one.”

“Eitss wait! You do not accuse me of cheating on your father and having another child besides you,” continued Ibu Citra. What was important at this moment could temper his son's anger.

“Already. My head is getting dizzy chatting with my mom. Get ready now, mama can go home,” said Pram.

Kailla immediately stood up from Pram's lap, immediately approaching her in-laws. Help her in-laws get out of bed.

“Ma, Kailla and I didn't deliver. I'll skin my wife first. Later mom delivered Sam and Mother Ida.”

The two women were surprised. Kailla who was holding her hand in-laws froze instantly, as did Mother Citra. Pram won't just let them go. Soon there will be a bomb going off, if Kailla doesn't speak carefully.

Ibu Citra looked at her daughter-in-law from head to toe.

“I'm not sure about this innocent son-in-law. My fate and Pram's fate can be over the horns, if she shows her stupidity in front of her husband,” Inner Mother Citra.

A few days with Kailla, she begins to get to know her daughter-in-law's character. From innocence, carelessness, indulgence and stupidity. Kailla's too innocent, leading to a fool. Can't think cunningly, like everyone else. Always put forward emotions when he explodes, not using brains and intelligence to deal with people. He could only cry and whine at his son.

Seeing Kailla's mediocre reaction to Ditya, she already knew how innocent the daughter-in-law was. If other women will certainly use this opportunity to drain the wealth of Ditya that need not be doubted. Able to give a luxury gift at his first meeting.

Or use this opportunity to heat up her husband and make him jealous to get more attention. But Kailla doesn't, her daughter-in-law is too innocent to be sly-minded. Maybe Kailla's pasion wasn't there.

Just one advantage Kailla has, she can make Pram crazy or tame with just one move. That's all that until now makes Mother Citra confused. What Kailla has and does not belong to other women, including herself and Kinar.

Kailla can affect Pram's life without the woman even noticing. It's just that Kailla's too innocent to play her own role.

“Ma, can walk alone or use a wheelchair?” ask Kailla.

The old woman seemed to be thinking, an idea flashed through her mind. Smiling, he said.

“Mama use wheelchair only.”

“Pram, please ask the nurse yes,” Mother Citra orders her son who sits watching the familiarity of the in-laws and daughter-in-law who have just been established in the last few minutes.

After making sure Pram got out of the room, Ibu Citra immediately pulled Kailla.

“Kai, don't let Pram know about the man's intentions. He will definitely shoot Arjuna in the head,” by Ibu Citra, shocking Kailla.

“If he insists, what should I do? I don't want to lie to Pram,” Kailla said.

“Ah, you know best the weaknesses of Pram. If your husband glares, you should look at him as sweetly as possible. If he's still nagging, just kiss his lips so he stops getting angry.” Ibu Citra taught her daughter-in-law. Every now and then gazing towards the door, Pram's fear suddenly appeared.

“If you still can not relieve his emotions, you still have an ace,” continued Ibu Citra, staring at his daughter-in-law, smiling nosily.

“Lelaki will forget his anger and give up while in bed,” explained Ms Citra, smiling shyly when saying it.

“If that's all, I know Ma,” kaila chirps annoyed.

“It's okay. If you have to, take that out. Halal, no one raided you,” continued Ms Citra.

“Anyway, do not let Pram know about the noble intentions si. si.. what was his name earlier.” Ibu Citra seemed to think.

“Ditya!”

“Ah Yes. Don't let Pram know. Mama doesn't want him to fight with that guy because of you. Pram is no longer young, it is not appropriate to fight until a fistfight with him just because the woman who is already the right of my son,” said Ibu Citra.

“I remind you, Kai. Your husband's pride and honor are now in your hands,” said Ms Citra threateningly.

Kailla was dumbfounded at her in-laws last sentence. The intonation is a little different than before.

“I never accepted you as my daughter-in-law. But I don't want my son's pride stepped on by another man. Although he is more everything than Pram, but that makes Pram far above him, because my son is your husband,” continued Ibu Citra.

“I love her scarf, but I don't want my son to cry because of you!” resolutely back.

Their conversation is interrupted, Pram suddenly enters the room and snatches the shopping bag without permission.

"Eitttss, where's it going?" asked Ibu Citra surprised.

"Returned to its owner" said Pram briefly

"But now the owner's mother," explained Ibu Citra did not want to lose.

"My wife is so much more valuable than this piece of cheap stuff! I'm not selling my wife, Ma!!" said Pram, hurrying to pull Kailla's hand. The room followed him.

***

Ditya was enjoying a glass of wine at his residence. Still clad in a bathrobe, he can be seen twirling the legged glass in such a way, while enjoying the view of the capital from the glass wall.

His smile grew staring at the busyness on the main road. Vehicles follow each other. From where it stood, everything looked like miniatures. It was not wrong that he dropped his choice on one of the penthouses in the center of the capital.

Bruck!!!

Matt, the assistant drops a thick map containing the data that Ditya asks of him. It took Matt two hours to get accurate and reliable data. Besides because this girl is not a random girl. There is a lot of data that is disguised about the girl being targeted by the employer.

“This Boss!” matt said, smiling at his employer.

“I'm tired of having to read it. You read it to me,” Ditya commands, gulp down the remaining wine in his glass.

Ting! the sound of crystal glass that collides with a granite table.

“Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.” Matt started reading, starting with his name.

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