The President's Wife

Chapter 88: Husband daddy's choice

The three, Pram, Ibu Citra and Kailla are 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.

“Honey, this is your first fried rice,” Pram said before putting a full spoonful into his mouth.

“How Dear?” ask Kailla. She did not eat, but looked closely at the husband sitting next to her. The full look of rudeness will be the result of concocting his hands.

Pram chewed in silence. Painstakingly swallowed Kailla's cooking this time. Truly, it cannot be juxtaposed with a plump egg. The eggs of the cow's eyes are much more delicious and spoil her tongue.

So it is unquestionable, why Pram has been making his wife's egg as a favorite menu. Nothing else and nothing not because that's all that's acceptable his tongue is almost numb because the taste of Kailla every cook is so high.

Kailla has not never cooked another menu, but Pram prefers his wife to stick eggs. More effective and efficient. Not wasting time and energy.

“How Dear?” Kaila repeated the same question, after waiting enthusiastically, Pram did not give an assessment.

“Luma.” Pram can't continue his sentence. Kailla suddenly cut.

“I feel less sure about the taste. Even my tongue can't feel anything. Tasteless!” cerocos Kailla's.

“But, according to mom, it feels right. Yes, I'm according. My tongue is not as good as other people's tongues, dear,” continued Kailla.

Kailla's words were so frank, suddenly made Mother Citra choke. Since then he had put all his body soul into being able to spend a large plate of fried rice without taste, not daring to protest. Shame in his own ability.

He was quite happy, as Pram was feeding spoonfuls after spoonfuls without much comment. But instead, the son-in-law slapped her face indirectly. Humiliating him in front of his own son.

“Bad brat. Very cute he is!” grute Mother Citra in heart.

“Oh, it feels good. Mama's taste is nothing compared to our taste buds, honey. Mama is aged, should not eat with too much taste,” explained Pram, trying to be neutral.

“Mama should not consume foods that are too salty, sweet,” continued Pram. Trying to keep the faces of the two women nearby.

After hearing Pram's explanation, the three ate quietly. Not much to say, just drowning with each other's thoughts.

“Honey, I have to go to the office today. You are home, accompany mama.” Pram says

“Bayu will come with me. No problem right?” pram asked, feeding his last spoon into his mouth.

Kailla nodded. Glanced at her in-laws with a meaningful smile. There were a lot of plans floating around in his brain. He can't wait for Pram to get out of the apartment.

“I'll be home fast. After that we can...” Pram plays his eyebrows in such a way, trying to tempt the wife.

“Ah! Embarrassing. You made me remember it again,” Kailla's scolding, pinching her husband's waist.

“Hahahaha.. !” the man's laughter broke, staring at his wife who was shaming in shame as their intimate activities were discussed in front of the in-laws.

“Alright, I'm leaving now. Don't be naughty at home. Or I'll bite you tonight. Remember that!” threaten Pram, kiss Kailla's lips as they are.

There was the mama sitting in front, they could not freely hug or kiss as usual.

“Ma, I say yes,” said Pram, approached Ibu Citra, give a kiss on the cheek wrinkles mama.

The son-in-law and father-in-law were both silent. But as soon as the door closed, Kailla smiled.

“Ma, Gucci, Prada, Channel, LV or Hermes?” ask Kailla suddenly. Mention one by one the brands of bags that fill his bedroom closet.

“Serious, Kai?” ask Ibu Citra, make sure. His eyes were rounded, barely believing once his sense of hearing caught the various expensive bags that his son-in-law had smeared.

“Serious Ma. But it is impossible for a day we can surround all the shops. We have to go back to the apartment, before Pram pulanh from the office.”

“We're leaving now, Kai. Mama is impatient.”

Ibu Citra looks very enthusiastic. All this time he could only hear and see from a cell phone. No chance to see directly. The collection of branded bags he has so far, none other than the gift of all Pram. His son bought it for him.

“Come, we prepare,” invite Kailla no less excited.

Both forget the grudges that are still burning at times, forgetting the small conflicts that are sometimes created accidentally.

***

Kaila clutched her in-laws' arms all the way from the apartment to the branded handbag shops lined up neatly on one of the main streets. They were on foot because the distance was not too far. Occasionally making sure the old woman was fine in the cold air of Vienna. He didn't want anything to happen to his parents-in-law. Pram will definitely scold him.

“Mama is fine right?” kailla asked, after hearing a slightly heavier breath than usual coming out of Mom Citra's mouth.

“Iya Kai, mama is fine. Still far?” Ibu Citra asked back. This was her first experience of shopping back after their family company went bankrupt 40 years ago. He was really enjoying and very enthusiastic.

“It's arrived, Ma.” Kailla took her in-laws into a store after pointing to the brand on display.

“Yes God, Kai. I want everything,”.bisik Ibu Citra staring one by one bag on display.

If granted, the price of bags displayed there may range from tens of millions to billions of rupiah, depending on the type-types.

“Mama which one would you like? Just take. Later your son will pay for it,” said Kailla, issuing her credit card that can be used abroad.

“How do we buy it Kai, even I do not understand what is discussed,” said Ibu Citra again.

“Mama take it easy, some of them can speak English. But if they can't, they understand body language,” Kailla chuckled.

“Bad boy!”

Mother Citra did not continue her speech anymore, suddenly her tail caught a bag that caught her attention. Long stunned, watching from various sides, he finally ventured to open his voice.

“Kai, mama wants that one,” he said hesitantly, pointing with the index finger of the bag in question.

Kailla smiled, asking the store employee to take her directly. Instantly made Mother Citra surprised. His son-in-law is so calculating or indeed the price of the bag is not too expensive.

“Kai, how much is it?” tanyanya.

Kaila was counting with her finger while kamit was being paid. His ability to count below average makes him difficult to calculate the price of bags in the amount of rupiah. Long thought he finally made a sound.

“About four five hundred maybe, Ma,” you don't want to get dizzy. After all, everything will be billed to Pram.

“Thousand?” ask Mother of Plain imagery. Want to mention a million it doesn't make sense Kailla would be this relaxed.

“Yes God. This mom is real not kw!” gerutu Kailla was upset.

Ibu Citra so doubtful, worried Pram will be inflamed. They spend so much money nominally just for a bag.

“My husband will not be angry,” Kailla said as if he understood what her in-laws were thinking.

Hearing Kailla's words, Ibu Citra could catch one thing. Pram must love his wife very much.

“Kai, my son loves you so much. I wonder, how did you get married?” ask Mom Citra suddenly. Switching topics of conversation.

Looking for answers to questions that had been spinning in his brain. He did not dare to ask his son directly.

“Stupid.” Kailla answered briefly. But then he woke up.

“Sorry Ma, I didn't mean to make mom remember everything,” Kailla said, feeling guilty. Calling daddy in front of his in-laws, is tantamount to bringing up a past grudge.

“Kai, do you love my son?” asked Ibu Citra, this discussion made him forget his expensive bag.

Kailla just nodded. But the nod could not make Mother Citra satisfied.

“You're sure. The difference in your age is too far, getting married was because it was betrothed, not because it was really love,” said Ibu Citra.

Kailla sighed, staring intently at the bead of her in-laws eyes.

“Your son took care of me from birth. Even when I was born into the world, he was the first one to embrace me. There's no daddy there. My mother died when I was born.” Kailla.

But that's not why I've stayed by Pram's side all this time. Not just because I love Pram. No matter what household we passed, quarrels, disputes, I kept trying to survive. The reason I stayed beside Pram is because he is daddy.”'s preferred husband

Ibu Citra is wide-eyed. Curious that this has been answered.

“Leaving Pram means I have to be ready to leave daddy. And I can't leave daddy,” Kailla said in tears. Remembering her dad who was in a coma for almost 3.5 years.

“I can leave all the luxuries, all the money, all the things. But I can't leave daddy.”

“I can live hard, but I can't live without daddy,” continued Kailla, spilling her heart.

Ibu Citra massaged her temple. Fatigue plus the word daddy that Kailla said over and over again made it difficult to breathe. His head was dizzy, losing balance. Suddenly Mother Citra collapsed on the spot, making everyone panic.

“Ma.!”

***

To be continued

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