The President's Wife

Chapter 90: Mother Citra intervenes

“Do not cry again Non. Mr. Pram is just a momentary emotion. He almost went crazy when he found out his mother had fainted. Besides why play go without permission from Mr. Pram.” Bayu tried to calm down.

“All the way Mr. Pram has thought badly. Shouldn't be home alone, don't sneak out like this. Told her mother passed out in the store, how not to be surprised. Non Kailla was out without permission, carrying Ms. Citra without escort in the country of people,” explained Bayu again.

“Lucky Mom Citra just fainted. Try if Non Kailla and Ibu Citra up to why, Pak Pram can take the lives of people. In the past, I was once at gunpoint, but did not know when Non Kailla was kidnapped,” explained Bayu again.

“I know I was wrong,” Kailla said, whispering softly.

“Pak Pram was still traumatized by the abduction of Non Kailla. As much as possible do not exit without permission.”

Kaila pensively, thinking again of her husband's suffocating words. For the first time in twenty-four years of his life, Pram launched such hurtful words. It doesn't feel willing. Especially according to Pram, Kinar is the best to take care of his mother-in-law. Although the reality is true, it does not feel welcome.

As soon as the car stopped in the basement of the apartment, Kailla rushed straight down. She had already made up her mind to learn to take care of her in-laws properly and properly. Not sincerely juxtaposed with Kinar.

“Bay, let's hunt!” he shouted as he walked with wide strides, holding back his regret.

“Enak only, he compared me to that Aunt!” kailla said, clenching her hand.

“I will prove that I can also take care of my in-laws!” kailla's grouse, getting pissed.

Once inside his unit, he immediately grabbed his phone. Look for recipes and check the food stock in the refrigerator. Bayu was just about to go to buy a cup of coffee in the cafe under the apartment. But his intention was stifled.

“Where are you, Bay? Stay here!” kailla orders, asking Bayu to stand nearby.

“I want to buy coffee under Non,” explained Bayu, begging for understanding.

“No need. I'll make it for you,” cut Kailla. His hand had already grabbed the pot and filled it with water then boiled it on the stove.

“Ti-no need Non. Let me just then,” reject Bayu, directly ketar ketir. Can not imagine what the taste of coffee made by his employer. Especially in the middle of conditions like this Kailla. When calm, make Kailla was far from perfect, especially in times of turmoil like now.

“I need you to try my cooking. I'll cook for my in-laws. I don't want to lose to Aunt Kinar,” Kailla said ketus. The soul of the competition and not wanting to be underestimated it burned back. With the spirit of four five, he began to work on everything.

He began to prepare the ingredients, from cutting carrots, cabbage, potatoes, chickpeas. He's going to make chicken soup. Still with a furious rage he took steps until all the ingredients went into the pot.

Hot smoke billowed from the boiling pot. The smell of chicken soup spread throughout the room even though the cooker hood was already turned on. Kailla scoops the hot soup and blows it off slowly before asking Bayu to try it.

“How's Bay?” ask Kailla, ask for an opinion.

“Tell what is less?” ask again.

“Maybe less salty, Non. The rest is fitting,” said Bayu, when his tongue feels bland in Kailla cuisine,

“The carrots and potatoes are ensured to be soft, Non. We are not rabbits,” Bayu chirped, trying to joke at this crucial moment.

Kaila complied and did not protest, following all the Bayu's wives. After making sure the soup was worth serving, Kailla began to cook rice. For this he has begun to understand, since yesterday he has done it.

“Beres!” he said after finishing washing and tidying up the items he left while cooking earlier.

A smile splashed on his lips with a burning emotion on his chest, staring at the large pot of chicken soup on the table.

“Bay, I've prepared everything. You can come out now. I want to go to the room first,” Kailla said. Just as he stepped up, the sound of the apartment door opening. It looks like Pram is supporting Mother Citra who looks a little pale into the house.

Seeing the sight, Kailla rushed over. Throwing the hand of her husband from the arm of the in-law. Without speaking, take over the task of helping Mother Citra walk. Even by deliberately stepping on Pram's feet and elbowing her husband's stomach to stay away.

“Aduh, Kai!” mooed Pram when Kailla's elbow was elbowed right in her stomach. His wife did not speak or look at him at all.

“Mama want to go directly to the room?” ask Kailla smiling. Speak softly, as if nothing happened.

“Iya,” sahut Ibu Citra slowly.

Pram who was surprised by the change in attitude of his wife could only look at it from a distance. Next turned his gaze to Bayu, asking what had happened.

Bayu shook his head. He himself did not clearly understand the matter between his two masters. Kailla said nothing, only cried during the car and once she reached the apartment suddenly became upset and angry.

***

The situation between Pram and Kailla is still gripping. Silence still afflicts both. After finishing dinner, the husband and wife were still involved in the cold war. Even Kailla has not eaten dinner, hiding in her in-laws' room since Pram's return.

Seen Pram helped his mother into the room, as well as checking the condition of his wife who was not visible since his arrival.

As soon as the door opened, she saw Kailla lying on the bed while playing with her phone. When he saw her, his wife immediately threw away her face, turned to her back.

There were no smiles and smiles of Kailla as usual. Not only does it taste strange, but it doesn't taste good at all. She misses Kailla who is spoiling her. Can't imagine tonight having to miss it without touching Kailla.

“Kai, back to sleep in our room yes,” pinta Pram while helping his mother lie down. He has to solve his problem with Kailla. It's uncomfortable to shut each other up, like this.

Kailla did not answer, putting her phone on the nightstand. Turning around hugged her in-laws arm that was lying on her side.

“Honey, you haven't had dinner. Want me a bribe?” tawar Pram, trying to be spoiled, throwing seduction as usual.

However, Kailla did not answer.

“Ma, I slept with you tonight huh?” pinta Kailla, resting her head on the arm of the in-laws.

“I will look after mom tonight,” he continued again, hugging Mom Citra spoiled.

“I want to be the best to take care of you,” Kailla said staring cynically at Pram.

Mother Citra who saw the sadness on her son's face could not do much. Pram since this afternoon had been uninspired when Kailla ignored him. Things get worse when Kailla doesn't want to join the dining table.

The old woman understood, there must be a problem between the two. She could see her son and daughter-in-law not talking to each other as usual, even Kailla refused to come out of the room since their arrival,

“Kai, can you please get me a drink for mama,” pinta Ibu Citra. Intentionally asking her daughter-in-law out, so that she can talk from heart to heart with her son.

“Wait a minute, Ma.” Kaila rushed out to the kitchen. Leaving her husband and father-in-law alone. He understood, the two people were in need of time to exchange ideas.

“Pram what's wrong?” Ibu Citra asked after making sure that Kailla was out of her room.

“I scolded him again,” sahut Pram pelam. Looks rough rubbing his face. Regrets sounded clear there.

“Pram, mom doesn't know what to say. It's your household problem. Mama didn't want to interfere. But have you ever wondered how you treat your wife. He is not a child anymore.”

Pram looked down, occasionally staring at the door. Can't wait for Kailla to re-enter. The feeling was really bad when Kailla ignored it.

“You mistreated him. I don't know what your relationship was like before. But you treat her like a child not a wife,” said Ms Citra, expressing her opinion.

“Ma.”

“Mama knows, just follow her. But if he won't talk to you, don't force him. Your wife is as stubborn as I am.”

“Let him sleep here. Later mama will persuade him for you,” said Ibu Citra, smiling.

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To be continued

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