The President's Wife

Chapter 87: Fried Rice

“PRAM!!”

The second scream, louder and louder. Mother Citra's voice was heard all the way to the dining room. Bayu was about to sip his hot coffee, when the coffee spilled on his hand.

“Aw!!! Sssshhh.. hot!”

Mom Citra's shout that was not about, made Bayu surprised. The rest of the coffee is in the cup.

“What else is this?” he said slowly, holding back the upset. Rushing over, worried that his master's mother had fallen or was shocked again like yesterday. Moreover, Pram and Kailla are disappearing somewhere.

“There. a..pa.” Bayu hung his sentence when he was standing right next to Mother Citra who was sculpting in front of the open door.

Not able to see the sight before your eyes. Bayu turned. “I'm back in the kitchen, Bu.”

“Should shower flower seven look done Mother Citra,” muttered Bayu annoyed, step gontai. Curse his own fate like this apes. His first morning in Vienna, forced to watch scenes unfit for air.

The awoken Pram was startled with a loud shouting sound, instantly panicking as the room door opened with Mother Citra standing in the middle.

“Honey, wake up. There is a mama,” call him to the wife who is not yet fully aware.

“Ma! Can't knock on the door first.” Pram nagged, still by sharing a blanket with his wife.

“After completion, meet me outside!”

Ibu Citra pulled back the door leaf. Giving time for his son and daughter-in-law to change clothes.

It didn't take long, both of them were out of the room. Kailla who bowed was embarrassed and Pram who held back his anger.

“What's yelling at me?” ask Pram, while folding his long shirt sleeves up to the elbow.

“Mama who should nag. Not satisfied ruffling your bedroom, now changing to scramble my bedroom,” scolded Mother Citra upset. Stepping into his room, letting his son and son-in-law peek at where he stood.

Not yet had the two of them stepped away, Ibu Citra had returned again with a new order on her daughter-in-law.

“Kai, prepare mama breakfast yes,” pinta with a tone full of softness. She has a friendly smile, different from before.

Blamm! The door of the room was closed.

“This is because of you. You shouldn't have brought your mom with us. I was humiliated twice. After this, I will no longer serve you. Embarrassment!” kailla's nagging, pissed off. Immediately headed to the kitchen, preparing breakfast requests the in-laws.

“Kai, don't be angry again. I didn't know Mom was so annoying. If you know this, I couldn't have brought him here.”

“I'm more tormented, Honey. You do not know all night can only look at you from a distance,” said Pram, with a face that is clear, begging for forgiveness.

Kailla was unmoved, still fixed with her pouting face.

As soon as the two set foot into the kitchen, they were already greeted by Bayu who was smiling shyly. Seeing Bayu's expression, Kailla was sure that the man also knew clearly the embarrassing incident that had just happened to him.

“You saw that. Bayu was laughing at me,” snorted Kailla was getting annoyed. Turning around, staring cynically at the tailed Pram behind him.

“Kai, don't be angry again huh. I'll help you prepare breakfast,” pinta Pram. Code with the tip of his eye, asking the assistant to step aside. She needs some personal space to seduce the upset Kailla.

“What do you want to make breakfast today?” pram asked, hugging Kailla's waist from behind, she should be total this time. Kailla's threat just now wasn't kidding. If his wife does not want to play ball with him anymore. Their mission to Austria was threatened with complete failure.

“No need to seduce me! I'm pissed at you,” Kailla said.

He had already pulled out a cutting board and a kitchen knife, preparing to irrigate the vegetables to make fried rice.

“Do not get angry again,” persuade Pram, glancing towards the apron hanging near the closet. Anger and resentment made Kailla forget that important thing.

“You forgot about it,” Pram whispered, pecked Kailla's cheek at a glance. Then helped put the apron into his wife's body.

Kailla was still upset, cutting the vegetables with stifled emotions. Several times he elbowed the stomach of Pram who was still at home hugging his waist.

When it started sauteing suddenly there was a loud dulling sound behind them.

“Mama don't protest too much. If I do not want to return to Indonesia,” said Pram. Annoyed by the words of his mother who always protest. Can't do this, can't do that. Just make his head turn dizzy.

Ibu Citra stared fixedly at the movements of her daughter-in-law. “What do you cook, Kai?” tanyakanya.

“I cook fried rice, Ma,” sahut Kailla. Stay focused with the activity of sauteing vegetables for fried rice mixture.

“Oh yes, Ma. It just kind of put it all in, right?” ask Kailla. A little confused step-step stir-fried rice is good and true.

“Iya, as it is,” says Mother Citra. He himself is confused. If I'm honest, he can't cook at all. From a young age she never entered the kitchen, everything was taken care of by a maid.

After she was admitted to a mental hospital until she stayed in a social parlour, someone took care of her eating. And the rest of Kinar cooked for him.

Pram still seduces. Standing by the stove, he was admiring his wife who looked different this morning. She rarely sees Kailla's appearance when she's cooking.

“Kai, you are beautiful with an apron,” praise Pram blinked his eyes.

“No need to seduce me. I know what you want!” grunts Kailla. His hands had already started agile and deftly churning out the contents of the cauldron.

Kailla has put all the ingredients in, put all the seasonings in and make sure the fried rice is cooked.

“Ma.”

Suddenly Kailla filled a spoonful of cooked fried rice, blew it slowly and thrust it into her in-laws mouth.

“Please cobain, Ma,” pinta Kailla.

Mother Citra who was in a desperate position, was forced to open her mouth, let alone her son who was standing between them.

“It feels less what, Ma,” asked Kailla, sneaky grin. He has been thinking hard since. How can we escape this burden. He did not want until his cooking got an unkind response from his in-laws. For that he did not want to take any risks.

Giving Mother Citra a chance to give a taste to her fried rice that is still randomly stirred because this is her first experiment. This is the only way to avoid the response of not wearing people when eating fried rice made.

“How's Ma?” ask Kailla.

“I have to add what seasoning again?” kailla asked, after seeing her in-laws shut up and not commenting.

Ibu Citra still chewed fried rice that had no taste at all. Want to protest but do not know what to add after this, gulakah, saltkah or soy sauce. He confused himself. Fear his instructions even misleading and unmasked the cover that had been uncovered. Other than Kinar, no one knew that he could not and never cooked at home.

“How's Ma? What is less. I followed my mother's taste alone,” continued Kailla again, waiting for her in-laws' instructions.

“It feels right, Ma?” kailla asked half forcefully.

“Mama feels right,” he said slowly, glancing at Pram who was smiling. Finally Citra's mother had to answer.

Leaning against the island table, Pram happily looked at his mother and Kailla alternately.

Honestly, Pram is currently very moved. Can see the cohesiveness of his wife and mother. Where his mother was teaching his wife to cook. If the longer Kailla and her mother were together, surely his wife would be more adept at cooking.

Kinar is an example. Dozens of years of living with his mother made Kinar adept at cooking a variety of delicious menus.

***

All three were already sitting at the dining table, minus Bayu. The man chose to eat at a restaurant located below the apartment. Bayu is experienced, he does not want to spoil the taste of his tongue by eating Kailla cuisine.

Just Pram and Sam. He couldn't afford to sacrifice that much just to finish off Kailla's cooking without protesting.

To be continued

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