The President's Wife

Chapter 92: Missing Kailla

Pram entered his room with a P3K box. The blistering hot water was not as painful as when Kailla said the word that the woman hated her. Her heart ached as Kailla shouted words of regret for marrying her.

While rubbing the ointment on her flushed breast skin, Kailla's words ringed back. If he could retreat, he would retreat a long time ago. Ah, it feels like men don't know themselves. Maybe he shouldn't have accepted this marriage. He can force his heart, but not with Kailla's.

Finished applying the ointment, the man stepped into the window of his room. Soaking his longing for the warmth of Kailla's body. Slowly open the white curtains of his room, staring at the view of Vienna at night.

The smell of winter is so strong. At night like this the streets are so quiet, everyone chooses to warm his body behind a blanket or cuddle in front of the fireplace.

“I miss you, Kai,” whispered Pram slowly, wiping the reddened stain of the fruit hot water spill from Kailla's hatred of her.

He was already used to the red marks around his chest, but it was the creation of Kailla, precisely the sign of his wife's love. Not like this time.

The man in his forties returned to his cold bed. For nearly twenty-four hours, Kailla refused to sleep with her, choosing to sleep with her mother. Slowly rub the side that Kailla normally sleeps on.

“What he can sleep without my embrace,” said Pram slowly.

Smiling remembering on the first day of the night in Vienna. Kala mama interfered, and Kailla had to willingly share the bed with her in-laws. Pram had to work hard to make his wife fall asleep, had to be willing to sit for hours on the side of the bed in order to wipe Kailla's back.

“Truly uncomfortable,” complained Pram, glancing at the clock at the top of the nightstand. Time has shown ten o'clock at night. Unknowingly, he lamented his fate left Kailla sleeping alone for more than two hours.

With a determination and a face-piercing, he grabbed his sleeping shirt back. Immediately put on and rushed towards his mother's room. Already unconcerned by Kailla's mounting anger, it is now paramount to see his wife, despite not being able to touch her.

“I can go crazy if I can't see and make sure it's okay.”

The movement of his steps made the reddening wound on his chest ache instantly as it rubbed against his clothes.

“Ssshhhh!” sigh Pram every nightclothes accidentally touched his skin.

The bedroom door slowly opened, with Pram sneaking inside. The first thing he saw was the mother who was still awake with Kailla sleeping in agitation. It was clearly visible, from his movement of almost five minutes once changing positions.

“Ma, why haven't you slept?” pram whispered quietly, not wanting Kailla to be disturbed.

“Mama can't sleep. Your wife crasaks like hot worms,” complained Mother Citra whispered softly, pointing to the back of Kailla who curled up behind her.

“I sleep here,” whispered Pram, stepping closer to his wife.

Choose to sit on the floor covered with wood carpeted fur, so you can freely enjoy the face of Kailla who fell asleep. The burly hand gently rubbed his wife's back, while stealing a thin and light kiss on her tightly clenched lips.

The scenery that has often been seen by Mother Citra. In the past, he lived separately with Pram, so not many know what Pram's daily life is like. His son only occasionally came to visit him in his spare time.

But the pain brings wisdom. It can be said that way. His relationship with Kailla begins to improve, though his wounds from that past grudge have not fully healed. He knew what the household life of his son and daughter-in-law was like.

“Pram, what happened?” mother Citra asked, speaking softly afraid her voice teased Kailla's sleep.

“I don't know which of my words hurt her. But I scolded him yesterday at the hospital,” said Pram, smiling. His left hand continued to gently rub Kailla's back, not getting tired since. He wanted to make his wife sleep comfortably.

“Your wife does not accept compared to other women.” said Ibu Citra.

“Really?” Pram smiled, with his other hand, down a beautiful face that was so simple and full of softness at a good time. Much different when awake, Kailla can be violent when not liking something.

Pram downcast shy. “I was wrong, yesterday I was too carried away by emotions,” said Pram, admitting his mistake to the mother. Not only that, it felt embarrassed at this old age, had to make his mother watch the quarrel in her household.

“Pram, what do you think of your wife? Mama wondered what made you stay with her all this time. Honestly, I'm not sure it's just love. Love does not make people this million. Your wife sometimes delays, does not want to learn at all, does not want to see her own mistakes,” explained Ibu Citra.

Lama Pram fell silent, before finally answering. “I love him and I'm responsible for him. His mother and Daddy sent it to me.” Pram said.

“If I don't love him, I still have to endure. Because I have accepted that responsibility,” continued Pram, gently rubbing Kailla's face, smiling.

A small smile appeared on the corner of Mother Citra's lips. “Riadi is very sneaky, he knows not everyone can face his daughter. That's why he asked you to do it. He already knows your nature, so he entrusts it to you,” said Ibu Citra.

“So far, Kailla learned a lot to be an adult. Sometimes out of control. If there was something he didn't like, he would have rebelled once. Doing things that others might not think of. What came to pass at that moment, he would instantly do so, not thinking twice. Riadi was too hard on him. Since the beginning of his mistake there.”

“Until when to survive with a household like this. If you can't, just let go. There may be someone more appropriate to take care of her, but it may not be you, Pram. For your sake.”

“Ma..”

“What kind of household is this. Honestly, my mom can't calm down. He won't budge at all, Pram. He's so loud. Regardless of you who are out of control, put out words that might hurt him,” said Ibu Citra.

“I was annoyed yesterday at him, because he came out without permission. That's it, I don't blame for the pain mama,” explained Pram.

“Mama doesn't know how you apply the rules to your wife. Then mama was also guilty yesterday to come out with your wife,” said Ms. Citra.

“Iya, Kailla should know better. Been repeatedly, reminded. Cannot go out haphazardly, without permission and without escort. Not that I don't allow him at all,” explained Pram.

“Mama can not imagine, what will be like in the future. Every time you have to take care of it like a child and succumb to it,” Mother Citra choked.

“Ma, that household is not a race. Some win and some lose. Whoever can survive, more succumb and dare to apologize regardless of who is guilty, he is the real winner,” said Pram slowly.

“If Kailla wants to win alone, it means that at that time I have to give up. But he gave up a lot for me too. Please also appreciate his sacrifice all this time to remain loyal to my side. He can get a much younger man, if he wants to. However, he persevered, to stay beside me.”

“Ma, sleep only. It's too late,” pinta Pram, staring at the clock hanging on the wall of the room. It's too late to be as old as her mother to stay awake.

Ms. Citra was seen sitting down, lowering both her legs to the floor. “Company mom sleeping next door. After mama fell asleep, you can accompany your wife here,” pinta Ibu Citra.

“Mama did not dare to sleep alone, your wife told me yesterday, the unit we occupy is a lot of mystical aura,” fight Ibu Citra.

“Hahaha.actually mama and Kailla have a lot in common. Try to accept each other, I'm sure mom will like it. Even love her. Mama will see her own mama in her.”

“Thank you Ma, already willing to accept my wife in your life,” continued Pram, hurrying to embrace her mother.

“I love Kailla, love her so much. I can't live without him. But I've been preparing my heart for a long time, when she's not happy with me, I should be ready to take it off for any man who can make her happy. I promised him.”

“When that happens, go home. Mama is waiting for you,” said Ibu Citra, shed her tears, while patting her son's back. What kind of future was on his son's way of life.

“Mama does not care about all the treasures and companies that Riadi seized from our family. Mama has already let it go. Enough of mama's son who returned.”

“That lad had nothing, he was just a vagabond whom my brother married. Everything he owns now belongs to the Indraguna Pratama family. Even if he returns all his assets and company to you, it is not enough to pay his debt to our family.”

“Do not ever feel bound to excessive gratitude to Riadi. He adopted and took care of you from the streets, bequeathed all the company's assets to his penance. He threw you out himself and took care of him himself. The company should be yours. Even what your wife has now is yours.”

Pram was surprised to hear his mother's words. All this time his mother never talked about his in-laws.

“If you want, it could make your wife a tramp in an instant and Riadi rot in jail. But mama didn't do it.”

“Clearly years ago, Riadi once came to see mom. He had already admitted all his mistakes, even kneeling at the feet of mama. Kailla is still a child, waiting in the car.”

“Mama refused to forgive her, but now you have to accept it because of your wife,” said Ibu Citra.

Pram's memory is spinning backwards. He still vividly remembered the words of Riadi's personal lawyer. That said, when Riadi adopted her, she immediately bequeathed all assets and companies to him. What my mother said is true, it is all forms of penance for an Aerospace Riadi.

“Sometimes someone will give you proof. At that time, you didn't know you could still love your wife as much as you do now or not. If now you can just say mama only talk without facts.”

“But despite all that, I sincerely accept Kailla as my mother's daughter-in-law because of you,” whispered Ms. Citra.

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To be continued

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