The President's Wife

Chapter 86: Shouts of Mother Citra in the morning

“PRAM! Unlock door. Mama sleeps in your place!” meek Ibu Citra hugged pillows and blankets with a frightened face in front of her son's bedroom door.

Pram follows down, grabs the trousers, wears them hurriedly. Race with the sound of pounding at the door that is getting louder.

Simply hearing the sound of his bangs, Pram knows how emotional the uninvited guest is that interferes with their pleasure.

Pram glanced at his wife for a moment, before opening the door of his room. Sweat was still clearly visible on Kailla's forehead and neck, complete with up and down breathing.

Pram's laughter almost exploded, seeing his condition and Kailla at this time, like being caught by a PP satpol was perverted.

“Don't tease me!” gerutu Kaila approached her husband, squeezing both sides of his bathrobe so that it would not open. He didn't wear anything behind it.

Chequek! Door opens.

Ibu Citra was aghast, seeing her son and daughter-in-law standing side by side at the door welcoming her. What embarrassed him himself was his disheveled second look. Messy hair, fussy clothes, not to mention the breath hunting with a warning that still looks shiny on the skin of both. Even Pram is still bare-chested, with reddish marks at some point due to Kailla's actions.

Brak!!

The old woman barged in, throwing away her embarrassment and condescension. Still hugging the pillow and the blanket she passed through both.

“Mama sleeps here yes,” he said presumptuously.

But the steps of Ibu Citra stopped. It was his heart beating at this moment. His tongue is mute, his feet are fixed where he stands.

How not, the condition of the room was not worth sleeping in at this time. The bedsheets are out of place, attracted on several sides. Some are out. Pillows and bolsters were scattered on the floor complete with blankets that were sloppily opened. Plus Pram's sleeping t-shirt lying resignedly near his feet.

“Ma-sorry seems like mama came at the wrong time,” said Ibu Citra, condemning her stupidity. But what power, all his common sense could not walk in place when fear took over his mind.

Turning to look at his son and daughter-in-law who were standing side by side. Pram looks relaxed, tidying his hair with his fingers. In contrast to the bowed Kailla held in shame.

“Darling, I forgot to clean it up,” whispered Kailla biting her lip.

It feels so shameful. By looking at the current state of their room, anyone could guess what had happened before.

“Ma, go back to sleep in your room,” pinta Pram, come to her mother.

“Mama don't see, this room is not ready to sleep,” he continued.

Ibu Citra instead of complying, instead switched to sitting on the sofa room. “Mama does not want to sleep alone, Pram,” said Ibu Citra insisted.

Irritated, Pram approached his mother. “Ma, I need privacy. Please understand, Ma. There is no way mama sleeps with us,” reject Pram, whisper softly.

“Moreover my wife must be uncomfortable,” he continued.

“Already. Take it easy. Suppose the mama did not see anything,” said Mother Citra casually, glancing at her daughter-in-law who was still bowed in shame.

His gaze was fixed on the look on the face of his unfriendly son. “Still unfinished,” whispered slowly.

"If it's not finished, you can finish it in the bathroom. Mama will close her ears, pretend not to hear," continued Ibu Citra with selfishness.

“Ma, don't do this. Poor wife. Kailla must be ashamed,” pinta Pram.

“Mama won't sleep alone, Pram. In my mom's room it was creepy. Mama sleeps here, on the sofa is also okay,” her door with a face of sandwiches. Clamoring not to come out.

Pram looked at his wife. Between the two there must be one who relents. If not, his mother means his wife. If he can choose, he wants to sleep alone with his wife.

“Kai...,” call Pram, ask for an opinion.

“Yes already, I don't mind,” Kailla replied in the end, rushing to tidy up her bed linen and messy bed.

And so it ended, Pram and Kailla relented. Let Mother Citra join in their room.

Citra's mother shared the bed with her son-in-law. While Pram, the man chose to sleep on the sofa. The two, both Ibu Citra and Kailla did not allow him to leave the room. The son-in-law and the in-laws were just as timid.

***

“Honey, we move next door,” whispered Pram slowly. Tucked his hand behind his wife's back and held onto Kailla who was still sound asleep.

Kailla who had opened her eyes, just muttered and put both her hands on Pram's neck.

“I'm still sleepy, Honey,” murmured Kailla.

“Yes, we sleep next door,” Pram steps out slowly.

Once into the room that should be occupied by his mother, Pram deliberately dropped his wife's body violently. Makes Kailla shake and wake up instantly. She was just about to scream, but Pram had already closed his lips.

“We continue what is delayed,” whispered slowly, with a ready gaze pouncing.

“Ah.. I'm still sleepy,” protests Kailla, closing her mouth that was yawning wide. Her own husband was busy undressing his sleepwear and throwing it away.

The hungry lion's tub finished what was left unresolved last night. Tried for him to endure his mounting desires. Looking for an opportunity to kidnap his wife, in order to continue their mission together.

In the end, the two fell asleep after completing the cooperation project to print the next generation of the nation.

“Honey, later wake me up yes,” pinta Kailla with breath up and down. He doesn't have any more energy. Just resigned with an innocent body in Pram's arms.

“Hmmmm,” Pram murmur. He could sleep well, after a night of not being able to close his eyes. Her mother really pissed her off, but she couldn't nag. He could only look at the two women he loved sleeping in bed.

***

On the other hand, Mother Citra who began to wake up and did not find her son and daughter-in-law in the room immediately rose from her sleep. Staring at the clock on the wall, the time had already shown at 07:00 in the morning.

“Why didn't they wake me?” gerrutu annoyed. Staring at the window, the sunlight began to emit its tinge.

Arriving in the kitchen, Bayu was enjoying a cup of hot coffee. There's no one else. Both his son and daughter-in-law were not seen at all.

“Bay, have you seen Pram?” the question is curious, still with his favorite batik negligee.

Bayu. “Since I have not seen Pak Pram and Non Kailla wake up, Mom,” said, again sipping his black coffee.

Hearing Bayu's reply, Ibu Citra looked increasingly upset. Like being left alone.

“They went where? Why didn't you wake me?” Back grumbling.

“Maybe still in the room, Bu.”

“No Bay. I slept with them.”

Mother Citra's plain answer, suddenly made Bayu choke. Trying to hold back his almost broken laughter. It is inconceivable how Pram skipped the night should be escorted by his own mother.

After not getting any answers from her son's assistant, Ibu Citra chose to go to the room. It is better to prepare and clean up, while waiting for Kailla who knows where the jungle is preparing breakfast for him.

Without the slightest ill thought, the old woman rushed towards her bedroom. A place where suitcases and clothes are stored. But either this was luck or bad luck for him.

When the door of his room opened he was presented with an unsightly sight. His room was scattered like the end of a world war. The two people who entered the DPO list since then, were asleep hugging each other without clothes. Covered behind a thick blanket.

“Pram!!!” annoyed screams.

His son and son-in-law slept on his bed without permission. Not just sleeping but ruffling and making his room a mess.

“PRAM!!”

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To be continued

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