The President's Wife

Chapter 91: Regretting marrying you

Pram follows out, circulating his gaze looking for a figure of Bayu who could have disrupted the conversation and Kailla. After making sure Bayu had returned to his room, he immediately headed to the kitchen.

Her smile flashed, staring at her smooth back covered only in a thin satin nightgown that opened. His wife was pouring hot water from an electric kettle. With the movement of the lion pouncing on the prey, he immediately twisted his wife's slender pang tightly.

“Ah..!” A scream full of gripping nuance came out from Kailla's lips. He's been watching her eyes, doing it more precisely.

“Honey it's me,” whispered Pram, pecking at the nape of his frightened wife.

“Release!” kailla.

“No, I'm sorry,” whispered Pram, kiss turned to cheek. The more her embrace. Enjoy the aroma of Kailla's favorite shampoo.

“I know, I was wrong. I'm sorry yes,” said Pram, locking his wife so she can't go anywhere.

“I don't want to argue with you. Let go of me now! Otherwise I will flush you with hot water!” threaten Kailla. Since then he tried to throw away his anger, but the presence of Pram provoked his emotions back.

“No problem, but promise after that forgive me,” said Pram casually.

“And don't flush it on the face.” Pram makes an exception.

“Honey, let me go. You better sleep, I don't want to fight with you. I'mtired. Apologize again, apologize repeated. Is it because your wife is always forgiving you, so you repeat continuously!” kailla. He turned back Pram's words.

“Kai, I'm serious this time. Ii'm sorry. Don't be angry again huh?” bejuk Pram's.

An elbow struck sharply into Pram's stomach. Pram stepped back a few steps while, staggered touching the stomach that was quite painful. Kaila did it with all her energy and feelings.

Just now she was standing straight back up, but suddenly Kailla doused her body with a glass of hot water. Wetting clothes and seeping into his chest, some hitting his neck.

“Ahh, it's hot, Honey,” he shouted suddenly, he can't dodge. To his surprise, Kailla is serious about her threat.

Pram immediately took off his clothes. It appears on his chest and neck. Occasionally frowning held his pain, like burning.

“Honey, already. I'm sorry yes,” the door again after the heat was slightly reduced. Pram's face was full of regret, pain and pleading.

Kaila flinched, seeing her husband in pain instead of helping. Return to pour a glass of hot water.

“I hate you! To date, no man is as good as daddy. In my life, she was the best,” Kailla said, returning to flush a glass of hot water to Pram's bare chest.

“Ahhhhh! It's hot Kai!” pekik Pram, holding the heat in his chest.

“We break even!” kailla said with anger.

“Kai, already. I was wrong, I'm sorry,” said Pram slowly, pleading.

“I'm sorry to marry you!” peeker Kailla, throwing the glass glass was smashed to pieces on the floor. Running left Pram who was in pain to hold the pain when his body skin was hit by hot water.

“Sayang.”

Pram still had time to call, but Kailla did not want to hear it. He didn't expect at all. His mistake will make his wife this angry. The blistering heat on part of her chest meant nothing, compared to Kailla's overwhelming anger. For a long time she had not seen Kailla's emotions like this. His wife used to just lash or rampage endless.

Bayu who heard a noise, was forced to step out of his room. But his steps came to a halt as his eyes caught the shards of glass mixed with water pooling around him. Not to mention Pram who stood frozen with his bare chest, not far from a real pandemonium.

“Bos, what happened?” tanyakanya. The master was silent, staring at the door of his mother's room.

“Yes Lord!” Bayu ran looking for a medicine box. Her employer's chest and neck were flushed.

Not long after he came back, brought the P3K box and handed it to Pram.

“What happened?” ask Bayu wonder.

“Hot water spill. Please clear Bay!” his orders, rushed towards his room. Pram won't talk about it.

***

“What's up, Kai?” tanyakanya.

“It's okay, Ma. I'm just sleepy. I want to sleep first,” said. Turning his back to his father-in-law, biting his lips trying to hold back his cries so as not to be heard out.

Long stared at Kailla's fiercely shaking back. Finally the old woman made a sound. Ibu Citra knew, the meeting of her son and daughter-in-law just now did not work out well.

Sighing repeatedly, he tried to calm down. Were it not for Pram who loved his wife so much, from the deepest heart he would have also rejected Kailla's presence in his family.

So many shortcomings that Kailla has and she is sure that not all families are willing to accept the presence of Kailla who is so childish, can not do anything, not independent, always bother everyone. But he had to take it with his chest because of Pram.

“If you still love him and intend to keep him, try sincerely and forgive him. If you can't, leave it. Maybe out there you find a soul mate each.”

“Mama just ordered that. Mama does not defend anyone, Pram is wrong and you are also wrong,” said Ibu Citra.

“I don't like being compared to others. He can scold me anything. But not for that.” In the end, Kailla opened her voice. Occasionally sobbing.

“Mama apologizes on behalf of Pram, maybe he's caliph this time. Too much burden of his life, try to understand your husband,” said Ibu Citra look up.

“Mama only chose to give up because it did not have the heart to see it,” continued Ibu Citra.

“But he missed, Ma,” isak Kailla sounds louder.

“Mama don't know what your problem is like. Everyone must have done something wrong. You see for yourself, it was never wrong not to your husband. In the end, he forgives you. And instead now he's guilty of you. Whether you forgive or not, is up to you. Mama can't force.”

Kaila pondered, one by one her in-laws churning in her brain again. Trying to suppress his own emotions.

“Indeed Pram compares you to whom?” ask Mom Citra curious.

“Hah?!” Kailla was surprised to turn to look at her in-laws.

“Your husband compares you to whom, Kai?” ask Mom Citra, smile. Intentionally make the conversation lighter.

“With Aunt Kinar!” sahut Kailla is upset.

“Mama must be happy now,” grumbled Kailla, with a frown.

Mother Citra laughed, occasionally wiping the tears that came out from the corner of her eyes.

“Why did mama laugh?” ask Kailla.

“Mama guess Pram doesn't know what a good wife is like. If judged by eligibility, Kinar is more worthy to be a wife. But Pram chose you. What do you want to compare? All the criteria and eligibility becomes unimportant if Pram has chosen. Pram even closed his eyes and ears to all your flaws.”

“Mama is her mother, definitely defending her beloved son. Mama is happy if I get divorced with Pram,”, Kailla said.

“Pram. Mama can't do anything. Even he begged and knelt to me to receive you,” Mother Citra's story.

“He did it?” ask Kailla. His curious soul was already hooked.

Mother Citra nodded.

“Please forgive, Pram. He's a normal human being, and he can be wrong sometimes. Please remember all the good he has done for you, don't remember some of his mistakes. Since she is, too, she only judges you by her merits alone, she turns a blind eye to all your shortcomings.”

“Mama regretted not having the opportunity to take care of Pram, mama hopes she gets a wife who can take care of it. Time must be a lifetime abandoned.”

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To be continued

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