The President's Wife

Chapter 93: Fish fried sambal tabu-dabu

The door to the room closed slowly. Very slow, barely audible. The mother and daughter pair who previously chatted at length, complained to each other and exchanged thoughts had turned to the next room. Leaving Kailla alone in her heart.

A lie? Sleep on?

Just now that the door leaf was closing, the eyelids that had been locked tightly, suddenly opened perfectly. He's been awake since Pram wiped his back warm. Very good feeling at the moment. So longed for her husband's embrace and embrace, Pram also understood the deepest desire of his heart without being asked.

Both corners of her lips curved upwards, recalling Pram's huge love statement for her in front of the in-laws. The pointy ear stroked his own lips. The touch of Pram's lips that were so soft and light still felt there.

Although she was also upset by her mother-in-law's hurtful statement, even though it was true. He who can't do anything and is childish. Like in a slap, but better than her husband to be betrothed to another woman. At least her in-laws don't force Pram anymore.

Remembering Pram, there was regret about watering her husband with hot water. Was he too late, could it be that his actions were excessive. All of her husband and father-in-law's conversations were re-spinning in her brain.

The story of the past that Pram had previously told him, he was not surprised anymore. Just remembered that daddy was so pitiful. She was interweaving one story after another of daddy and his in-laws' past as the door of the room opened again.

Kailla hurriedly closed her eyeballs tightly, leaving a trail of lines at both corners. Without even looking, she could feel the scent of her husband's body, even though it was in a closed state.

Four years of bed sharing, fusing and fusing together. Hugging each other in sweat and sweat even Kailla has been very memorized every breath of a Pratama Reynaldi.

The small movement of the bed tightened the body of his feet. Slightly squinting, peeking at the activity by his side. Her husband was lying on his back with both hands bent to hold his head.

“Kai, forgive me,” whispered the man slowly. Pram did not move, glaring at his position.

“I accidentally hurt you,” he continued again, closing his eyes. It implies incredible regret. Kailla's pain means her pain too. But he is just an ordinary human being, when tired of being able to do something wrong accidentally.

“And do not mean to compare you with other women. I panicked, upset, you repeated your old mistake. Repeated mistakes, leaving without saying goodbye. Get out without my permission. If anything happens to you guys, I have to how.”

“Sleep, I'll accompany you here,” Pram whispered, grabbing Kailla's body and holding her tightly. Dividing the warmth in the middle of the Austrian winter.

Pram can breathe a sigh of relief, smiling inwardly. Although Kailla did not want to talk to him yet, but his wife did not refuse his embrace. He knew his wife was just pretending to be asleep. Ever since she came in and talked to her mother, Pram realized Kailla wasn't asleep. Even she could feel Kailla's lips slightly open to welcome her fleeting kiss earlier.

“I know you're not sleeping. You can hear all my chatter and mama right?” said Pram. Still with his wife close, occasionally put a light kiss on the top of Kailla's head.

“What I want to tell you, you've heard it all. As for what mom said, don't think about it. He is trying to accept you in the heart that he is trying to heal himself, ” Pram whispered again, without expecting Kailla to answer.

“But it's not easy, given how cruel the past is. I hope you are old enough to understand. As I understand your position,” explained Pram.

He spoke at length without any reaction or response from his wife, but Pram was quite happy. At least Kailla heard all, digesting one by one word by word from her lips.

“I'm sorry if she still can't accept you completely. Still judging you bad, I beg you not to hate him. Learn to judge it from the positive side. If you feel, you are not as bad as you imagine, prove it to him, maybe you have not shown your best abilities in front of him. But if you feel your mother's words have a point, change for the better.”

“As for daddy, no need to think about. I told you before, right. Try to understand, if they have not been able to forgive wholeheartedly. What daddy did was not a trivial thing. But I guarantee with my life, mama will not dare to do bad things to you and daddy.”

There was a rough sigh and a warm kiss landed on Kailla's forehead.

“We can't make everyone like us. Do your best not for others, but for yourself. I love you, Kai.” continued Pram, starting to close his eyes. Enjoying the warm body of the wife.

***

Kaila woke up when the sun was rising. Pat gently on the side of the bed next to the one that has cooled down. No more sleeping there.

Deg—

“Where is he?” ask Kailla slowly.

His eyes involuntarily glanced at the clock above the nightstand, instantly shouting loudly and jumping down.

“Ahhhh! I'm late!” screeched, ran to the bathroom and washed his face and brushed his teeth before going out and preparing the breakfast of the housemates.

Last night he couldn't sleep well, only beginning to fall asleep at midnight. With a haircut of origin, rushed to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

But his steps came to a halt, upon seeing the scene at the dining table. Pram, Ibu Citra and Bayu are neatly enjoying their breakfast. A large bowl of fried rice complete with egg ceplok is ready in the middle of the table.

“You're up, honey?” ask Pram.

The man had just finished his morning breakfast, looking back at his wife who was still with a pillow face and disheveled hair.

“I have to go to the office. Sorry I didn't wake you. I have prepared breakfast for you,” he said, sipping a glass of water.

Pram was standing, approaching Kailla who was sculpting. Ibu Citra and Bayu are still focused on their breakfast, not disturbed by the activities of husband and wife who are silent and staring at each other.

“I'll be home fast,” he said slowly, handing over the unplugged tie to Kailla's hands. Act as if nothing happened.

Kailla puts a tie around Pram's neck without speaking. More lowered his gaze, unwilling to look at Pram's face at all. Compared upside down, Pram looks ordinary, even though the scar is reddened by hot water on his chest still feels.

***

That afternoon, Kailla and Ibu Citra were enjoying a television show that they did not understand the language in the living room. Occasionally talk lightly while throwing jokes like in-laws and dream daughters-in-law in general. The relationship between the two is more flowing, not demanding each other. It might be called accepting each other for what they are.

“Kai, mama miss fried fish with sambal dabu-dabu. Can you cook for mama no?” ask Mother Citra.

To be honest, his appetite has declined since arriving in Vienna. Not only because of the taste of Kailla's cooking that does not fit on her tongue, but the ability of Kailla who is new to the learning stage can only cook a simple menu that sometimes does not match her preferences.

“What is tabu-dabu?” kailla asked confusedly. I grabbed my phone and searched it on Google.

After reading the recipe carefully and in the shortest time, Kailla finally agreed.

“Ma, but using frozen tuna is okay, right?” ask Kailla. Because the stock in the refrigerator there are only pieces of frozen tuna.

“Yes, the important fish. Mama has missed Indonesian cuisine, bored with steak and cheese.” explained Ibu Citra.

Armed with the knowledge he got on google, Kailla rushed to the kitchen. Take out the frozen tuna, wash it for a while and rinse it with makeshift ingredients according to the recipe it reads.

Wait a few minutes until the seasoning seeps in, while slicing pieces of onions and tomatoes for the ingredients of gray sauce.

“Ma, this fry it how?” kailla shouted from the kitchen that blends into the living room. Ask for help and direction of Mother Citra how to fry fish. It's Kailla's experience frying fish. Usually he would choose to dodge when the assistant at his house did this. He did not want the fishy smell to stick all over his body.

“Like you plucked an egg, Kai. But this is more oil. Wait until the new hot oil put the fish into the cauldron,” explained Ibu Citra still sitting on the sofa. Reluctant to move, his condition is not healthy one hundred percent, due to fainting yesterday.

Bayu who was sitting while playing his phone on one of the chairs surrounding the dining table just smiled. Seeing the familiarity between Kailla and her in-laws.

Kailla did as her in-laws instructed. Pouring cooking oil into teflon in large quantities, igniting a large fire and waiting for the oil to heat up. Problems arise when he does not know how the characteristics of oil that can already be said to be hot. It was also impossible to dip his finger in the oil to check the heat.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes Kailla waited. Bayu who was sitting not too far away from where Kailla was standing frowned. The room was filled with smoke that billowed violently, even though on the stove had been lit cooker hood.

“Non, it's already too hot,” Bayu chirps, pointing towards the pan.

With a smile Kailla grabbed a glass bowl filled with marinated tuna fish. Without draining it first, Kailla poured it all into the pan along with the spice liquid and lemon.

The spice liquid mixed with hot oil makes a great hissing sound while making incredible splashes and explosions. The smoke that had been steaming was getting more intense, accompanied by the incandescent fire stove that rose around the pan, making Kailla panic.

“Ahhhh! Bay, how is this?” kailla's strangulation panicked, not daring to get close, even a piece of tuna fish jumped out almost about him.

“Awas Non Kailla, don't come any closer! Turn off the stove!” shouts Bayu, no less panic.

Kailla came closer to the stove, having been hit by an eruption of hot oil on her hand. The matter is inconceivable, but if not turned off the explosion will get worse.

By venturing out, Kailla finally managed to turn off the stove with the condition of the kitchen that has been ravaged full of cooking oil spills. But unfortunate can not be denied, when he managed to turn off the stove, his hand accidentally nudged a frying pan filled with hot cooking oil. He was spilled and again hit his hand.

“Aaaaaaahhhh! Sssshhhhhhh!!” peekik Kailla's in pain. His hand flushed for a moment.

“Job Non Kailla!” yelp Bayu, immediately grabbed Kailla's hand and brought her down to the tap water.

“Sick?” asked Bayu while frowning imagining the pain. Redness from her fingers to her employer's wrist.

“Non, Non, alright?” ask Bayu again. Kailla only fell silent, occasionally sighing in pain.

Ms. Citra who followed to the kitchen after hearing a noise, was surprised to see the condition of the kitchen that was messy with smoke that filled the stove area and fish mixed with oil filled the floor of the apartment. Not far from Kailla and Bayu stood looking skillet face down.

“Yes God, Kailla,” her screams., follow the frantic look at the reddened sign in Kailla's hand.

“How can this be?” said Ibu Citra, grabbing her daughter-in-law's hand and taking her to a seat.

“Bay, find ointment. If not, buy at the pharmacy!” mother Citra's Order. Can't imagine if something happened to her daughter-in-law, how her son would react.

Bayu ran out, asking the driver to drive him to the dispensary. Shown already in his eyes, will soon get a tantrum from Pram.

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