The President's Wife

Chapter 94: Forgive Me

Ibu Citra was still helping Kailla wipe her wound slowly. If initially exposed, only the wound reddened, now began to appear blisters at some point of size is not too large around the finger of the right hand Kailla.

Occasional blowing to help relieve pain and pain that begins to feel. Frowning also felt how painful it was in the hot oil container.

“How can this be?” mother Citra asked in a sad swinging voice, displaying a concerned face and a little worry. Can't imagine that until Pram finds out, Kailla's hand is doused in hot water for cooking for her.

“I panicked, accidentally got hit by a skillet and fell on my hand, Ma,” Kailla replied. Since then he had chosen silence, concentrating with the stinging pain unbearable.

Pain that is difficult to express in words. Wanting to cry, wanting to scream as loud as possible, but the two people nearby at this moment were foreign figures. There was no way she would do something that only her husband could share.

“I'm sorry. Mama's order can't be completed,” whispered Kailla slowly, occasionally still sounding sigh slowly with teary eyes.

“It's okay. Seeing your hands like this, Mama is no longer interested. Mama's appetite instantly disappears.”

The sound of the door opening was rough, shocking the son-in-law and in-laws who were sitting side by side on the living room sofa. Mother Citra could not cover her nervousness, hurriedly raising her head. His gaze immediately led to the door, ascertaining who had just entered.

Slow breathing, a sign of true relief when Bayu enters with a smile and a pack in hand.

“This Non. Frequently smeared,” explained Bayu, thrusting a package from the pharmacy containing ointment directly received by Ms. Citra.

“Already, just mama Kai,” said Ibu Citra. Polishing slowly occasionally blew gently on the twelve wounds.

There was a sense of guilt surrounding Mother Citra's heart, not the least of which was her intention to make all this happen. Can't imagine what would happen if Pram found out. His son must have gone on a rampage like before.

“Already Kai, you should just rest. Later mama will ask Bayu to buy us lunch,” continued Ibu Citra.

***

That afternoon, Pram came home early according to his promise. He just went to the office for a little while, then reviewed some projects with Pieter. He did not specialize his trip this time to work.

I want to spend time with my wife and mother. In addition, he wanted Kailla to study a lot while in Austria. Not just as a wife, but as a daughter-in-law. He can bring the two closer, his wife and mother.

Ibu Citra was serious about a television show that she herself did not understand what she was watching. Bayu, the assistant was enjoying a cup of coffee accompanied by biscuits. Sitting in contemplation of his fate which is soon at the end of the horn.

How not? In any case it includes his negligence assigned by Pram to guard Kailla.

The door opened, shifting the concentration of the two. Mother Citra was instantly stunned to hide

worried, Bayu was seen twisting the cup covering his nervousness. Both the assistant maunpun father-in-law had the same fear.

Not imagining what will happen next, but already guessed what will draw them is not okay.

“Mama has eaten?” pram asked, taking off his coat and hanging it by the door. Do not forget to take off shoes and separate socks only. The man approached the mother, dropping his buttocks on the sofa fixed beside Mother Citra.

“Mama still full Pram.” Ibu Citra answered briefly, while turning the brain to find the best reason not to be held accountable by Pram.

“Where is it, Ma?” pram asked, circulating his eyes here and there, looking for the figure of the wife who was missed. Since there was a distance due to the quarrel, both of them stretched the distance. Reducing communication, making longing more and more in the chest.

“It looks like it's being. in the room. rest,” said Mother Citra faltered.

The answer immediately led Pram to stand up. He wanted to see his wife, treat the longing for separation which was only a few hours. Disputes make the homesickness more pronounced, different in normal conditions.

Without asking further, Pram headed to his mother's room. Like yesterday, her belief was that Kailla had not forgiven her, most likely not going to sleep with her in the room,

As the door opened, a charming back that was so familiar was seen welcoming him. His wife was sideways while staring at the large window that showed a bright snowy sky.

“Kai, how are you doing today?” ask Pram. The small movement of the bed, indicates that the man also lies in the same place.

Hening— no answer. Kaila was flinching as she had been. Watching that, Pram knew himself enough. Do not ask further, just lie down facing the same direction. The naughty and burly hands immediately twisted and clenched the body hidden behind the warm blanket.

“Honey, how are you doing today?” The question appeared free, as his embrace grew warmer. Sticking their bodies in a sideways position. From behind he can enjoy the sexy shoulders of his wife who is only wrapped in a sabrina top. Occasionally dunk there without the owner's permission.

Ah, what permission needs. Whatever is in Kailla, is his. It belongs to Reynaldi Pratama.

“You don't want to see snow? You remember not where we saw snow four years ago. You want to go there again?” tanya Pram, make an offer, of course tempting for Kailla.

Kaila turned around, not talking much or talking. Hugging her husband with her hidden wounds. At a time like this, hugging Pram is the cure of all drugs.

Not only because this man is her husband, since a dozen years ago, Pram's embrace there is an intrinsic warmth, which can make the mood change instantly.

A smile and a small laugh, seen appearing on Pram's lips, along with hugging his wife.

“You've eaten? You want something?” ask Pram. Unyielding before the north pole melted, resolve to atone for sins because it has made his wife hurt.

“You okay?” ask Pram again. After feeling the twists on his waist tightening,

Kaila again refused to speak. “Well we hug each other like this only,” Pram whispered in the end. Drowning his head in the recess of Kailla's neck, enjoying the smell of shampoo in the messy hair.

***

The motion of covering Kailla's mouth still persists until dinner. Pram asks Pieter to send food from a restaurant to eat their meal this time. Not wishing more on the mistress wallowing in endless sadness, endless anger.

In the middle of a family dinner, minus Kailla looks unsettled Bayu. Sitting uncomfortably once in a while looked at the busy Pram enjoying his steak.

“Bos, sorry I just spoke. Non Kailla had a small accident earlier this afternoon,” said Bayu bowed. Prepare your heart and self to accept the curse, the scolding even he is ready with a slap for his negligence.

“What happened?” The solemn sharpener instantly took off the fork and knife in his hand. Urung fed a large piece of steak that was ready to slide into his mouth.

“Sorry Boss, Non Kailla doused hot oil in her hand,” clear Bayu.

Once Bayu had just finished his speech, not even had time to put a dot at the end of his sentence, Pram had run in panic towards the room. Not asking further.

The door opened violently, diverting Kailla from her daydream. The woman was sitting on the bed. Seeing the presence of her husband, hurriedly hid her injured hand under the thick blanket.

“What happened? Why not tell me?” pram asked, as he sat before his wife. Lost his hunger and appetite. All his thoughts were on Kailla.

Forced to grab his wife's hand that was purposely hidden. How painful and painful it is to be exposed to hot oil. Pram's body was squeezed, when he saw for himself how his wife's hand was with some blisters with a small water bag there.

“We go to the doctor now,” pinta Pram, frantically see the blister wound with reddened skin on his wife's hand.

“I don't want to,” reject Kailla. Trying to hold back the tears that are ready to fall. Kailla voiced out in the end as well.

“I'm sorry,” said Pram with a vibrating voice, directly hugging. Her regret was not bringing along her assistant and letting Kailla enter the kitchen without being accompanied by Ms. Sari or Ms. Ida as usual.

“Starting now, no need to learn cooking anymore. I don't need you to be able to cook, just plugging eggs,” continued Pram.

“For so long, I asked you to do that just to introduce you to what your responsibilities as a wife are, the skills a woman should have, whether it's good or not. I'm not asking you to cook for me or be good at cooking.”

“I can still afford a housekeeper, even a five-star chef, cooking for us,” Pram explained.

Sentence by sentence slid from Pram's lips. “It must hurt so much,” Pram said, letting go slowly his embrace and gently rubbing the injured hand.

“You've treated it?” pram asked, frowning at the pain Kailla had to endure.

Kailla nodded.

“You cried on my shoulder?” tawar Pram, smile.

Lama Kailla was silent, until finally she draped both hands around Pram's neck. She put her head on her husband's shoulder while crying. “I'm sorry,” whispered quietly in between his sobs.

“Surely last night you felt the same pain, when I doused you with hot water,” continued Kailla again. Back to sniffling, remembering his mistake. He wept for his mistake, not the wound and pain of being doused in hot water.

From the beginning he regretted doing it to Pram. But his regret grew even more when he could feel for himself how much pain it was when the heat touched the skin. He did it on purpose to his husband. Just because of his anger.

“Don't cry anymore, I'm fine. Tell me what happened?” ask Pram.

“Your husband should know how it can happen,” pinta Pram, remove the tears that wet his wife's face.

Sentence after sentence slid from Kailla's lips, recounting the chronology of the small accident that had befallen her. Pram couldn't hear it until it was over. The man had already cut his wife's story while holding back his anger. I don't know who he will spray first between Bayu and his mother.

“Honey, later just continue your story,” pinta Pram, when you already know the outline of the story. He tried to hide his anger and frustration. He needs an outing this time.

“Pieter sent dinner for us. I asked him to order your favorite steak. I'll get it for you,” said Pram, leaving. Previously still had time to put a kiss streak on the face of his wife who ended with a warm kiss on the lips.

“Bay!! Follow me!!” pram's orders. The man was already standing in front of the dining table, with his eyes reddening while clenching his hands. With a rough step walked into the room that was once used as a workspace and now occupied by Bayu.

Plakk!!! A slap landed on Bayu's cheek. The assistant did not fight, just tried to defend.

“How long have you been keeping Kailla. Don't you know, I never take it off alone in the kitchen!” pram asked in a voice full of anger.

“You should know, she doesn't understand cooking at all. All this time he just went to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast or cooked instant noodles. My breakfast is not far from eggs and oatmeal.”

“Although occasionally, she cooks something, definitely accompanied. Never left alone. There is a Mother or Mother Sari who accompanies him,” continued Pram. The more he spoke, the more upset he became.

“Didn't you know Bay!” nagel Pram's.

“Moreover being told to fry fish,” grunts Pram.

Oh, my God, Bay. All my life, I'm sure he did this time. All this time you should know right, Kailla will not want to approach when the assistant at home frying fish,” continued Pram again, squeezing his own hair because upset.

This time she had to straighten it out on her mom. Who may consider his wife Kinar, can be told to cook anything.

***

To be continued

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