The President's Wife

Chapter 99: KRD Office

“Mbak Sarah wear H!” kailla called back her new housekeeper.

The woman reappeared with a shy smile, like a bad luck maling who was caught by people all over the village.

“What's the Madam?” he asked, while cleaning his wet hands to the apron, glancing at Pram.

“They don't need to wear H!” nagging Kailla, deliberately looking for a cause. The more she saw her new maid, the more upset she became. Anxious himself, especially when Sarah walks, like a serati duck. Walking away with his body bohai bin aduhai.

The woman frowned, as she remembered earlier she greeted her young mistress without H, but why was it now in trouble. Yes, for the sake of a handsome man who can make him wash his eyes whatever he will try to survive, including receiving scorn or maki though.

“Iya, sorry Mistress.” The assistant bowed, choosing to admit wrong so as not to aggravate the atmosphere.

“Starting tomorrow your salary will double,” explains Kailla, making the new maid surprised.

"Ah turns out that behind her spicy tongue, she's a benefactor."

“Wear your most tightly sealed clothes! If you need to rent a clown costume, so you can wrap your body!” pinta Kailla's.

“If while working here, you can be consistent with your clothes and stop staring at my husband, I will give you an extra bonus,”.

But if you can't stop staring at my husband, still playing his tongue and teasing him, I'll pry out your eyeballs!” threaten Kailla isn't kidding. He pointed his index and middle fingers at the same time towards Sarah.

“Mbak Sarah wear H, please get back to work!” kailla's orders again.

When Sarah turns around and returns to her headquarters, Kailla's gaze turns to Pram.

"Close your eyes! Otherwise, I'll cut your knees tonight until I'm not left!" threaten Kailla with her husband.

Pram shut his mouth. Honestly, at this time happiness dominates more than fear. Kaila's bluff had no effect on him. But that way, she can see Kailla's great love for her.

Bayu and Ibu Citra who had come to hear only silently stumbled into a smile. A Pram, when furious is extraordinary, but subdued and not dwell on his wife who is still a child.

Still unsatisfied spilling his annoyance, Kailla again opened her voice.

“Dare to look at him, I will throw you into the streets right now!” nagging Kailla, staring cynically at Pram.

Threatened instead of afraid, even his own smile. Occasionally teasing Kailla with seductive eye glances.

“Do not get angry. Your husband's taste is not that low,” said Pram trying to defend himself. Take over the fried rice in front of his wife and start feeding as a form of persuasion and seduction so that Kailla softens.

“I'm sorry. Maybe Pieter could not find an assistant who is a native Indonesian in a short time. Try to understand,” persuade Pram, feed a spoonful of fried rice into Kailla's mouth. Not giving Kailla a chance to nag and make a sound.

“After all, aren't you most fond of your work. Even I am sometimes jealous of those you have always protected,” whispered Pram teasingly.

“Because of this one, there is no manners. So I don't have to keep my politeness. He's polite, I'd be more polite. He has no ethics, I have no more adab.”

"Isn't he polite?" pram said, still not giving up. Put the rice back in his wife's mouth.

"Sopan. Didn't you see?" kailla asked to show her to her own chest.

Pram. "I can't see anything."

"Haven't be rude to him. He's your job too, treat him the same. Like you love your other assistants." Pram says.

"No!"

Pram smile. He doesn't know Kailla. Perhaps because his wife grew up in the hands of domestic helpers, making Kailla very fond of all the workers in her home. Even Pram himself tried his best not to scold his workers in front of Kailla.

If he does, he will have to deal with his wife. Kailla will defend until the last blood point.

***

The black sedan car's accompaniment went to the KRD court, one of the subsidiaries under the RD Group. This company can be built Pram for his own wife, of course with the help of his friends while studying in England. Pieter and Winny, these two people are the most meritorious in the KRD.

Mother Citra's different cars with Pram and Kailla are seen descending with a look of admiration. Didn't expect his son to build his own company overseas. Pram told me a lot earlier at the dinner table before they left for the office.

Not far from Ibu Citra, it appears that Kailla also came down and ran hugging her in-laws arm spoiled.

“Mama knows, this is my company,” Kailla's story with great pride. Although he basically did not know. All were managed by Pieter under Pram's control.

“Really?” ask Mother Citra.

A nod of confidence, while showing off his most beautiful smile for the in-laws.

“Let's go in. I'll take my mom for a walk inside. Pram designed his workspace exactly like my bedroom when I was not married to him,” continued Kailla again.

Right in front of the entrance Pieter had already greeted them, accompanied by Mitha. Pram, who had just gotten out of the car, was trailing behind his wife and mother.

“Mitha, I miss you!” peekik Kailla hysterically hugged her friend after taking off a hug on her in-laws arm.

“Let me introduce to my mother-in-law,” take Kailla, do not consider the presence of Pieter at all.

“This is my mama,” knows Kailla, hugging tightly around Mom Citra's waist.

Pram who was already standing at the side only smiled at Pieter. “In now already have a mama, so you don't expect too much anymore. He can't get away from me anymore. If he leaves me, he will lose his mother,” Pram chirped.

“Hahaha. You've seen his wobble, Kai. Her eyes are deadly.” Pieter laughed at Kailla's unfriendly expression.

“I'm sorry. Your husband asked for it all of a sudden, where I got it. I pulled him from one of the pantry works,” explained Pieter.

Kailla's eyes immediately glared, turning to look at her husband. “Don't tell me all this time you approached her at the office. Otherwise he might have dared to stare at you as bravely as before!” Kailla's nagging starts over.

“You know, it's all you!” pram's grunt, pointing towards Pieter.

“Already, don't listen to him. I couldn't possibly trade a diamond for a piece of iron,” explained Pram bringing in his wife after asking Mitha for time. The girl is still not willing to take off Kailla. Seems like there's a lot to tell.

***

Once inside the Pram workspace, Kailla's face immediately changed. Remembering the days he had missed a few years ago. Everything is still the same. It was just that the scenery on the glass window had already changed a lot. Rows of skyscrapers are increasing, on the other hand there is an artificial lake. Make Kailla flabbergasted.

“Honey, there was no lake?” kailla asked, looking at the window.

“Iya, our company project. Will be built apartments and office buildings,” explained Pram.

Mother Citra who had just looked in silence. Closing his mouth tightly, there was a lot of flogging in his chest, especially since Kailla told him that the company was built Pram for his wife.

Quietly, looking at his distant son with binoculars in his study. I don't know what his son was observing.

Pram who understood the meaning of his mother's gaze, immediately approached the old woman who looked dreamy since entering his room.

“Ma, this company I built for my wife. And right now, I'm building a company for you, PT. Wijaya Indraguna's. I will rebuild the papa company that had lost,” explained Pram, sitting next to his mother.

Mother Citra was shocked, almost unsure of what she heard. His two eyes cut into the river, flowing down just like that. Deep and ashamed. Moved because Pram still remembers his parents, embarrassed because he had envied his own son-in-law.

“I don't know my age until when. But it is a legacy for mom and Kailla if I were suddenly not here anymore,” Pram explained.

“Why say it like that. Your age is still long,” Mother Citra's scolding, wiping the tears that fell down past her cheeks.

“RD Group and its assets, all of which I will donate to the foundation I built on behalf of Riadi and papa.”

“The foundation will be a worship charity for my father-in-law and deceased father,” continued Pram.

“Pram! What you think. You still have a long way to go, why think that far?” omel Ibu Citra's.

“I just prepared everything as a form of my responsibility as a child and a husband. That's my thanks to papa, my mom and my wife,” explained Pram.

“Call me, hopefully this hand can still build companies - other companies to supply my children later.”

Ibu Citra complained, it was unacceptable to listen to Pram's words.

“Stay like this with my wife. She has not had a mother since birth,” whispered Pram with teary eyes. Staring at Kailla who still admired the view behind the glass window.

“I'm not young anymore, I have to prepare everything for my wife and children later. Age no one knows. If I have to go first from my mother, I leave my wife and children to you,” continued Pram with a trembling voice holding back tears. The tip of his thumb wiped away the tears that had pooled in both of his eyes.

The handsome man was downcast, closing the stifling feeling in his chest at this moment. Until he didn't realize, suddenly Kailla was already squandering sitting on his lap.

“Why are you and mom suddenly so quiet like this?” ask Kailla wonder. Currently, she was no longer shy with her in-laws. After all, Ibu Citra never protested with his indulgence in Pram.

“Why suddenly so spoiled like this?” pram asked with a smile, hugging the waist of Kailla who was sitting sideways on her lap.

“Nothing. Don't I usually get spoiled for you too,” Kailla said, smiling at her mother-in-law sitting next to her husband. Both her hands were already embracing, wriggling around her husband's neck.

“Hahahaha.!” pram's laughter broke out.

“Mama know, since the first woman in my lap is really shameless. If I was going out and taking her with me, she would immediately sit like this on my lap.

“And if my girlfriend protests, she'll be chatting. Mama just imagine, a three-year-old child is already cunning.”

“I don't feel like doing it,” Kailla said trying to remember.

“She just let me freely date if I've been bribed with lollipop or ice cream,” Pram story again.

“You ever had a girlfriend, Pram?” ask Mother Citra astonished. The story of this one Pram, missed by him.

“Earning Ma. Your son is about to elope first,” grumbled Kailla.

“Luck daddy intervened. Otherwise, it's not the pretty and adorable Kailla who will be your daughter-in-law,” Kailla said bragging herself, cupping her hands together to make her look cute.

“But the one who became your daughter-in-law is a woman who now inhabits a mental hospital in Bandung,” continued Kailla again.

***

To be continued

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