The President's Wife

Chapter 8: Restui Him

Silent...

The mother and son chose silence, not to continue the conversation. The two just stared at the food that was starting to cool down on the dining table.

Sometimes it still sounds a little sobbing Mother Citra, although not as loud as before. Pram was already sitting in his chair again, tightly grasping his mother's hand.

“Ma....,” call him. It was uncomfortable with the silence that was created.

“I'm sorry. I am guilty of raising my voice in front of Mama,” said Pram, sorry.

“I really won't marry Kinar. I beg you not to bind and promise him anything,” pinta Pram, pleading for the understanding of the mother.

“Pram, you are my only son. My family is still left behind,” said Ibu Citra.

“I want the best for you Pram, including women who deserve to accompany you,” said IBu Citra, raising his gaze. Hopefully this time his favorite son will hear his words. A little bit of giving up and following his will. Not as loud as usual.

Not for a moment, almost 3.5 years he persuaded Pram, but his son was as hard as a rock. Every time it always ends in endless fights. Sometimes he was tired of having disagreements with his own son.

“Ma, I'm married,” Pram obviously for the umpteenth time. Not this time, even Pram is tired of confessing to his mother. But that old woman, not once would believe.

Pram understood, not once did he invite Kailla to meet his mother. It's not for nothing, Pram is afraid that the meeting will eventually hurt Kailla.

It was seen that Pram took off his wedding ring for the first time. The ring that was placed on his ring finger.

“I didn't lie to avoid you. I'm really married,” obviously Pram is back.

“Kailla.., she's my wife,” Pram said. Showing the ring in front of his mother, his wife's name was engraved on the inside of the diamond-eyed white gold ring.

“Bring him in front of me! I have to judge whether or not he deserves to be my son-in-law,” pinta

Ibu Citra, still acting haughty.

He was still unsure of his own son. Even if it is true, there must be something that Pram has hidden, until now Pram does not want to find them.

“Ma, she's my wife. Long ago, before I found my mother, she was already my legal wife. Mama has no right to judge her as worthy or inappropriate to be your daughter-in-law,” Pram cut.

“Now it's easy Pram, not suitable to stay abandoned,” said Ibu Citra casually.

“Mama has not met him alone, has spoken like this,” said Pram, swallowing disappointed. He looks like he rubbed his face rough. Conditions like this have been going on for a long time, endless debate.

“Match it's a matter of the heart, Ma. If you can't accept it, she won't be a match for your son forever. Whatever he does will look wrong in the eyes of mama,” continued Pram again.

“Pram. serious mom. If you are already married. Bring her before me,” said Ibu Citra softened a little.

“Home your heart first, then I introduce it to mama,” said Pram, affirming.

“You are as hard as your papa!” omel Ibu Citra upset.

“Restui him, I'll take him in front of you right now.” This time Pram pleaded. Back to hold Mom Citra's hand, hoping that her mother's heart softens and bless her marriage.

“I have to see him first, can talk Pram,” said Ms Citra.

“At this time I don't ask for your opinion. Also do not ask mama's decision, accept or reject it.”

Pram sighed, trying to patiently face the rigors of the mother.

“I just asked my mom to accept my wife. Whatever, however, like whatever my wife, mama should know, I love her very much,” Pram said firmly.

Citra's mother shook her head. Just by hearing his son's request alone, he knew the wife his son was proud of was definitely not a wife to be proud of. Otherwise, Pram would have introduced him long ago.

“Sorry, but mama should know, I used to live on the streets. Mama didn't see how dirty I used to be. If it wasn't Riadi, maybe mom wouldn't want to admit me,” Pram's story.

“Pram, stop saying his name in front of me. He's villain. Forever I won't want to meet him.” Emotions Mother Image is provoked.

“What mom wants again. Company?” pram asked, looking at his mother.

“I'm the owner of RD Group, he left everything to me. What else does she need from him?” ask Pram again.

“I want to see his suffering. He must cry blood like me,” said Ibu Citra with a vengeance.

“I can't grant it. Mama please live with your grudges, I don't want to,” reject Pram.

His eyes looked at the mama who constantly put on an unpleasant face.and Pram did not like the grudge his mother brought. It's been years, her mother still doesn't want to forget.

“Ma, you are no longer young. What are you looking for?” ask Pram, soften. His breathing sounds rough.

“One day we will all go through stages like daddy.” Pram speechless, keceplosan. She knew her mother would get inflamed back when she called daddy to Riadi.

“Sorry..,” pinta Pram, see his mother's eyeballs round instantly.

“I just hope and pray, hopefully mama does not miss an old age as heavy as Riadi,” said Pram slowly, rose to his feet and hugged the mother who is still emotional every time discussing Riadi.

If you have learned sincerely, you can judge someone not only from your glasses. I will come to take my wife,” said Pram, regaining the wedding ring placed on the table, right in front of the mother. Smile, put it back on.

“Let's eat. I have to go home, Ma,” said smilingly staring at Mother Citra.

“Why not just stay Pram? Mama misses you,” said Mother rubbed Pram's arm. They try to forget their discussion.

“I'm married, already have my own family. I don't just belong to a mother. Now I also belong to my wife,” refused Pram explained.

“Pram...,” persuaded Ms. Citra, staring at Kinar who was talking to Bayu. Pity re-emerged when he saw Kinar.

Kinar is no longer young, serving and caring for him since a dozen years ago. However, he must bind and guarantee Kinar's life. Moreover, he promised. And a promise is a debt. Ibu Citra did not want to carry her debt until her breathing ended.

“I'm a husband, Ma. Even if it was my mother who asked, I still had to go home and sleep with my wife. Unless it is a condition that requires it,” Pram explained. Take the rice pitcher and fill it into the mama's plate.

“But now mama is fine. No need until I have to stay here,” said Pram blinked his eyes, teasing Mother Citra.

“Eat. I don't want mama to be sick,” he continued. Back filling Mother Citra's plate with side dishes on the table

“If you don't want your mom to get sick. So submissive boy!” sahut Ibu Citra, hit Pram's arm.

“Iya. but don't force me to marry again. If you just ask for a grandchild, I can still grant it.”

Pram isn't sure her mom's gonna accept Kailla. Especially if you find out Kailla is Riadi's daughter. He can't imagine Kailla's fate until his mother finds out.

For that, Pram still had to hide his wife, until he was sure that Ibu Citra would not harass and hurt Kailla.

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Next is still written..

I've worked up a lot today.

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