The President's Wife

Chapter 84: Austria

The Jakarta-Austria trip, which took almost 19 hours, forced Kailla and Ibu Citra to spend some time sleeping on the plane. A little different from Pram, the man spent time studying the company files he had brought from Indonesia.

Their trip this time is not just for work, the main goal Pram wants to spend time alone with Kailla. In addition, he hopes his mother and wife can become closer and get to know each other. For this reason, he did not bring Kinar with them. In addition to her high hopes, she got news of Kailla's pregnancy while in Austria.

Kailla was still asleep when Pram woke her up. “Honey, we're almost there,” call him.

Snow began to appear when the plane was about to land. Like their arrival four years ago, Austria is currently also in winter. The season Kailla likes, because she can see as much snow.

“Kai, we have arrived,” whispered Pram. Shortly after the plane stopped. His gaze turned to his mother, who was also fast asleep.

“We've arrived? Soon I will meet Mitha,” said Kaila slowly, smiling.

“Hmmm,” murmur Pram.

“Kai, check out your twin. Only different years of production,” said Pram chuckled, pointing to Ibu Citra who still did not want to wake up. His mouth was open, proving how good it was.

Hearing that, Kailla grumbled. Not to be confused with the in-laws. Pinched her husband's arm, snorting in annoyance.

“I wasn't that bad when I fell asleep!”

"Kai..," said Pram.

"Yes, sorry," Kailla said.

***

They had already walked out, with Bayu pushing the trailing suitcase in the back. Kailla really enjoyed her trip this time, in contrast to four years ago.

“I still remember this scent,” chirps Kailla took a deep breath. Stretch out his arms, enjoying the cold air of Austria. Unintentionally, his hand nudged his in-laws body and collapsed instantly.

Unexpectedly, Ibu Citra did not expect Kailla to spread her arms wide. Too suddenly, when the sleepiness has not disappeared perfectly. Fortunately Bayu who walked behind immediately sprightly, supporting the old body.

“Ma-sorry Ma, I forgot my mom came with us,” Kailla said, holding a smile.

“Almost, I fell because of the actions of your wife, Pram,” grumbled Mother Citra, carrying a black metallic bag of gifts from her son.

Pram just smiled, grabbed the hand of his wife who was also carrying a pink bag.

“I've secured his hand, Ma,” said Pram, tightly grasping Kailla's hand, as if afraid to get away from her.

From a distance Pieter looks in a full work suit and sunglasses pick them up. Kaila, who saw Pieter standing, ran over.

“Sister Pieter!” the strangler, smiling happily.

“Kailla..,” he said with a smile, directly hugging.

“Still as pretty as it used to be,” he continued again, taking off his embrace. Shift his eyes at Pram. The man was still as handsome as four years ago, despite looking a little older.

“How are you, Pram?” Pieter immediately hugged his best friend and boss.

“Good.” Pram patted Pieter's arm, while introducing his mother.

“Include my mama,” said Pram, rubbing the back of Mother Citra.

“Hallo Aunt, how are you?” ask Pieter.

Mother Citra just smiled and nodded.

From the airport, Pieter immediately escorted Pram and his family to the apartment. A place where his boss lived for a month in Austria.

Ibu Citra who had just set foot abroad seemed to admire the view along the road to the apartment.

“Ma, there are many stores that sell branded bags. Later if Pram goes to the office, we can steal it out. Looking over the bag there,”ucap Kailla pointed to the row of shops they had just been through. He deliberately whispered, afraid that his voice could be heard by Bayu sitting in front, beside the driver.

“Oh yes?” Mother's face bright image immediately. Smiling sumringah. Imagine being able to see directly the collection of luxury bags.

“Sstttt, Pram will definitely not let us out. But I've been trained to run away from him. I'll take mom there,” whispered Kailla slowly. Putting her index finger on her lips.

Citra's mother shook her head, but given the branded bag Kailla was telling her, she might as well support her daughter-in-law and do the same.

“Mama take it easy,” Kaila said, gently patting her in-laws' hands.

“Pram gave me unlimited cards, we can shop as much as possible. If he nags, I can still use my money,” Kailla explained again. The more burning the spirit of her mother-in-law.

“Oh yes Ma, there is also a very good hotdog,” said Kailla, his fingers pointing to one of the food stalls they just passed. Deliberately invite her in-laws to dilute the atmosphere. Pram asked him to ride with his mom while Pram himself was in a car with Pieter.

“Later I will buy it for mama,”.

“Oh yes. My mom doesn't like hotdogs. Mama wants cake klepon,” said Ms Citra, deliberately made her daughter-in-law upset.

“Huh! Here there is no cake klepon, Ma,” snorted Kailla.

Since they were often together in the hospital, the relationship between the two melted more. Although it cannot be said to be very familiar. Sometimes still satirize and hurt each other even though not as scary as before.

“Huh! Looking at your looks, mama wasn't sure you could cook. Mama is confused, how Pram can be this love of death to you,” said Ibu Citra, deliberately provoking the anger of Kailla.

“Aduh Ma. This is it mama doesn't know the answer,” Kailla said.

He shifted his seat so as to docked with his in-laws. Suddenly whispered softly in Bu Citra's ear.

“I can't cook in the kitchen, Ma. But this daughter-in-law, the smartest cook in bed,” says Kailla.

“Badness!” a powerful punch landed on Kailla's thigh. Accompanied by an unclear grunt.

“Your guy is crazy about me, Ma,” Kailla said bragging.

“I don't trust you, Kai,”

“Seriously, Pram loves my cooking, Ma. I can make enough eggs, he immediately collapsed. That's why he asked me to cook for you guys while in Austria,” Kailla said, back teasing her in-laws.

“I'm not sure of your cooking ability. Looking at your looks, I can already imagine the taste of your cooking,” said Ms. Citra, making Kailla again upset.

Hearing her in-laws innuendo, Kailla stared cynically at her mother-in-law. Occasionally nagging without a sound, when Ibu Citra did not see it.

“Your mouth why commit kamit, Kai?” mother Citra asked, accidentally seeing her daughter-in-law's lips komat kamit.

Kailla was surprised, covering her mouth was caught grumbling her in-laws.

“Later mom will teach you cooking!” said Ibu Citra with pride.

“Hah! Mama sure?” ask Kailla wonder.

“Cih! He himself could not cook. Want to teach me,” Inner Kailla.

“Yakin! Mama's cuisine used to be praised in-laws,” said Ibu Citra, proud.

“Oh yes. Means I have to learn a lot from mama,” said Kailla, finally succumbing. Not to serve.

“Alright, later I will test your ability and patience, Ma,” inner.

***

Before long, their car accompaniment reached the apartment. Seen Bayu down and took out their luggage from the trunk.

“Pram, I'm going straight to the office. Your refrigerator is filled with groceries,” explained Pieter. Hurry up to the car.

“Oh yes, the car and driver are special for you,” said Pieter, pointing to the car that had brought Kailla and her mother.

“OK, thanks.” Pram nodded his hand. Staring at Pieter's car disappearing down the street.

Now left behind the four of them who went straight up to the unit. Setting foot into this apartment back, there were many feelings that were difficult to express.

She's got Kailla's love here, got news of Kailla's pregnancy here too. There are a lot of stories and Kailla's here.

Unlike Pram, Kailla looks ordinary, once the apartment door is open, Kailla immediately leads in-laws.

“Ma, just sit here first,” he said carrying Ibu Citra sitting on the living room sofa.

Looks like Pram is spreading his gaze around. Everything is the same as it was four years ago. Only, he came back here not with their son but with his mother.

“Kai, please take mom to her room. Mama needs a break,” pinta Pram, pointing to the room that used to be occupied by Mother Ida. He and Kailla will occupy their former rooms.

Kailla said, again helping Ms. Citra walk to her room. As he passed through the room with the fireplace, he began to tell stories.

“Ma, here if the night is terrible,” he said suddenly, pointing towards the empty fireplace.

“Hah! What do you mean, Kai?” mother Citra asked, starting to shudder in horror. This place is still foreign to him. Hearing Kailla's story makes her hair goosebumps.

“Mama know, four years ago when we stayed here there was a terrible event.”

“Hah? What else is this, Kai?” asked Ibu Citra, spreading her gaze. The atmosphere of the apartment was a little dark because the window curtains were still tightly closed.

“There's a girl committed suicide, her face is ruined, Ma. Frequent haunting disrupts apartment dwellers,” Kailla said in a sighing voice. Intentionally he walked. She herself began to fear, tightly hugging her in-laws arm.

“This is mama's room,” whispers. His hand had just grabbed the doorknob of the room, suddenly from inside the room.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Ibu Citra and Kailla at the same time. Spontaneous Kailla closed her eyes, while Mother Citra covered her face with both hands.

***

To be continued

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