The President's Wife
Chapter 9: Kancil Stealing Cucumbers
Pram spends his dinner lightning-fast. Half his mind had already flown to meet Kailla, his wife. He promised his wife he would come back for dinner. And now dinner time's been a few hours.
Time and time again stealing glances at the expensive clock on his wrist. His heart grew increasingly unsettled as the short needle in the diamond-studded round object almost pointed towards the number ten.
Long debate with mana, draining energy and even wasting time.
“Why Pram?” mother Citra asked, catching the anxiety on the look on her son's face.
Bayu and Kinar who were sitting next to each other raised their gaze at Pram.
“It's okay,” sahut Pram, give code to Bayu. He had to come back soon, but the mother seemed to be deliberately stalling for time.
Bayu immediately got up, asking for permission to go out after finishing his dinner.
“Bos, I wait outside,” permission Bayu, nodding at Pram, as if understanding the code of his employer just now.
“Iya Bay!” sahut Pram, relief.
“Pram, you want to go home?” Ibu Citra asked, still trying to hold Pram.
“Iya Ma, my wife is waiting,” sahut Pram got up, threw a white washcloth on the table.
“Pram, instead of promising to wait for mama to sleep,” said Ibu Citra, making Pram's footsteps stopped.
Her shoulders were squeezing, the face of Kailla who was glaring at her appeared on the eye patch.
But he promised his mother. Want to not, have to keep it.
With gontai, stepping with his mother, into the bedroom. Usually he would just sit on the sofa, waiting for his mother to sleep while surfing with her cell phone.
But right now, she was really forced to, Kailla was waiting for her at home. Must be his dear wife waiting in disappointment. But what he can do, these two women are just as important in his life. He has to be a memoerjua
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Reynaldi Pratama Residence.
Since 19:00, Kailla has been dressing up beautifully, preparing to wait for her husband to come home. She was wearing only black lingerie, favorite Pram. Smile expands on the tiny lips that have been polished red pepper lipstick.
“It's beautiful!” his murmur echoed the beauty of his body reflected in the mirror.
That black lingerie was in stark contrast to her smooth white skin. Satisfied at the sight, her hand had already grabbed a knee-length pink dress to cover her black lingerie.
He was fascinated by himself in the mirror. While spinning in front of a mirror, imagining himself as a cinderella, an idol as a child.
Kailla came down the stairs while running small, downhill made Sam and Ricko who were sitting relaxed in the family room shake their heads.
“Still crazy!” sams chirps, as Kailla passed by, rushed towards the dining room. The place where the cake fried noodles are arranged on the table.
Sam who was tailing because his stomach was starting to shake, gawked at the fried noodles that were printed into a large pan and served on mica.
“Gosh! Don't-don't cook my fried noodles Non Kailla too,” said Sam, running unpacking cabinets in the kitchen. Just last afternoon he bought 3 packs of fried noodles to watch the ball later tonight.
As soon as he saw the kitchen cabinets that had been leaping, there was not a pack of instant noodles there, Sam immediately bowed limp.
“Non, if Mr. Pram is not exhausted, do not throw yes,” pinta Sam lethargic. Swallowing the saliva, staring at the fried noodles served on the table. The aroma had already provoked worms in the stomach thrashing.
“Here gone!” push Kailla against Sam's back. Get away from the dining table.
Kailla was already sitting, staring at her handmade noodles. He wanted to make old noodles. But all his plans were ambitious, when he accidentally poured too much salt into his concoction noodles. As a result, he had to throw everything away. Fried noodles are salty and cannot be eaten.
Luckily, his brain was running when he saw the post on his social media. It was finally decided to make a fried noodle cake. All the ingredients are in the kitchen.
Seconds by second passed, minutes by minutes passed, almost three hours had Kailla waiting. The clock on the wall was almost ten in the evening. But there are signs of Pram's arrival. His homemade noodle cake is cold and hardened already.
“Hiks..hiks..,” sobs Kailla is starting to sound. Waiting without certainty from the husband. Pram didn't even contact her at all.
Kailla had already slouched her face on the table, closing her cries so as not to be heard out. She deliberately did not want to contact Pram, so that her husband could realize himself had made her wait for hours.
Ricko, who had accidentally entered the dining room as he was about to grab a cold drink, paused for a moment. His gaze was fixed, on Kailla who was hiding her face. Face down on the table, with the body shaking violently.
“Kai...,” call Ricko ventured to pat Kailla on the shoulder.
“Hah.!” Kailla. Raising her head, showing a beautiful face that was covered in tears.
“Do not cry. She must be home,” entertain Ricko, smile.
“Hiks..hiks..he lied to me again!” kailla's grouse, letting out her annoyance.
“Need my shoulder to cry?” ricko asked.
Kailla.
“What do you need?” ask Ricko again.
“I want to hit it!” kailla was upset.
Ricko chuckles.
“I can lend me my body. You can hit me to channel his frustration,” Ricko bargained.
“He forgot his promise again. Again he came home at night,” complained Kailla, still sobbing.
“Maybe Mr. Pram is doing a lot of work, Kai.” Ricko tried to calm down. Gently patting Kailla's shoulder.
Ricko pulled up a chair, sat down next to Kailla. His eyes also looked towards the cake made by Kailla noodles.
“The old tiger was so lucky!” inner Ricko.
It appears Ricko invites Kailla to a conversation, trying to make his employer forget his frustration. He had forgotten his original intention to go to the kitchen. In the end, she chooses to accompany Kailla, forgetting Sam she left in front of the TV.
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Waiting for Ricko who never showed up, forcing Sam to follow. But just stepping up, his eyes caught sight of Ricko and Kailla chatting at the dining table.
“Ckckck... Ricko ain't got no kapoknya! Often ultimatum Pak Pram, still steal the opportunity!” grouch Sam.
Sam has taken out his phone, capturing a scene that will surely make Pram inflamed. Not only this time, Pram has repeatedly warned Ricko, but Kailla's assistant still does not know where he is.
Even from the first meeting alone, Pram has distrusted Ricko. But she can't resist Kailla, who already likes Ricko as her assistant.
Sam had already sent the following picture text message to his employer.
“I'm sorry Rick, I don't want Non Kailla's household to fall apart because of you,”.
Image and text messages from Sam, landing seamlessly on Pram's phone. Pram's anger was immediately provoked when he saw the message sent by Sam.
Sir, hurry home. The deer is about to steal cucumbers!”
Reading Sam's message, Pram's emotions really peaked. He forgot his promise to his mother. With a rough step, he walked towards his mother who was lying on the bed.
“Ma, I'm coming home now,” Pram saying goodbye, peeking at the mama's cheek. Without waiting for Mother Citra to reply, she had already stepped out. Half ran to find Bayu's whereabouts.
“Bay! We're home now!” pram orders Bayu who is chatting with Kinar in the living room.
“Good Boss!” replied Bayu, immediately say goodbye to Kinar. Pram himself opted out without staring at Kinar at all.
“Brengs”ek Ricko!” he said he clenched his hands after sitting in the car.
Bayu who already understand Pram's intentions can only be silent. It's no secret in the ranks of assistants, there has been a hidden feud between the Old Tigers vs. the Kancil since the last few years.
“What now is the right time for Kailla to get pregnant?” ask Pram in your heart.
Pram himself is not sure. But her mom and Ricko, made her reconsider. With Kailla pregnant, at least Ricko will retreat regularly. She just needs to make sure her mom doesn't tease Kailla and her pregnancy. Surely his mother would not let his wife get pregnant calmly when she found out that she was marrying Riadi's daughter.
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Thank you. want to go to Bara.
