The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 04 - Until When?

"You get down here, Khail, you know" said Edgard, patting Mikhail's shoulder, which had been leaning with his eyes closed next to it.

"Hm? Why that? Where are we really?" mikhail asked, looking around with his head slightly dizzy.

"Your house, down there .. I have urgent needs." Edgard panicked because Mikhail did not move while the man's heart seemed to run from its place.

"Ck, you don't have a heart, can you let me walk there?" mikhail asked pointing to his house, passing through the main gate on foot felt so heavy for Mikhail.

"I have other business, Khail." Edgard even pushed Mikhail's shoulder to escape the wrath of Kanaya, the great mistress of the Megantara family.

"Yes-yes!! Regretting I'm in your butut car," he swore then passed out without saying anything.

BRACKET

Indeed, the basic ungrateful, Edgard shook his head slowly when the car door was slammed again with all his might by Mikhail. Such an expensive car as there is no pride in the eyes of Ibrahim Megantara's son who is famous for his hospitality.

"Basic crazy!! May it be all Monday, Mikhail!!"

Edgard took out his vow of absorption on the man who was now walking with unbalanced steps while occasionally massaging his head. Not that he's evil tonight, but Kanaya's fury two nights ago is still something Edgard fears.

The roar of the car sounded further away, Mikhail's steps getting closer to the main door. After dismissing the help of the housekeeper who wanted to help him run well, now he really staggered and hit the Kanaya ornamental plants to the irregular.

"Asssha!!! Who put this damn thing here?!!" his screams were enough to wake the next door neighbor, his head hitting the floor while his feet went into one of the flower pots that were there.

A few seconds later, still with his eyes closed Mikhail heard a crackling of steps approaching him. It is certain that it is Kanaya, her steps sounded quickly accompanied by the shrill voice of the mother making her ears a little sore.

"Good!! Are you drunk again? Hm?!!"

Exasperated, Kanaya pulled Mikhail's ear until his face turned red. The smell of alcohol was so overwhelming and so disturbing to Kanaya's smell, finding her son almost this way every day that he was actually tired.

"Aarrrrggghhh!! Sick, Mam .. release me.. aaaawwwww, Papa!!!" mikhail's screams tried to let go of Kanaya's hand, although he was used to it but the jewel of the mother was indeed excruciating.

"You forgot what Mama said, Mikhail? Huh?!!" kanaya's snapping pulled her son's hair mercilessly, having a 28-year-old son but still to be treated like an 8-year-old child was God's most incredible favor for Kanaya.

"Darling, don't do it. Let Mikhail get up first, pity."

"Daddy ... I need you, help me, Please." Indeed only Ibra can save him from the anger of Kanaya, the mother.

Ibra helped her son stand up and drove him to the bedroom so that he could rest well, although from the bottom of his heart there was a bit of anger at Mikhail who preferred booze rather than asking for advice from him.

"Maas, you are! Look, he's like this because you're a manjain!"

As for Mikhail, they had a slightly different opinion, Ibra understood Mikhail as a fellow man. He wanted Mikhail to be free to find his happiness as he was, but to Canaya being free did not mean that everything was acceptable.

"Don't be angry, it's not good for your health ... Mikhail's an adult, honey, you know these kinds of things are normal and Mas believes our son can limit himself." Trying to give understanding, because according to Ibra so Mikhail is not as easy as it seems.

"Always, you will indeed continue to defend him!! How long have you let him be like this? Until our son's life is threatened by the effects? That's what you mean, Mum!" The night that was originally only about waiting, suddenly turned hot because Kanaya was carried away by emotions.

"Darling, that's not what it means."

"Mikhail why don't you understand how Mama feels!! You keep this up when you die young how?! Bornin you are difficult, Khail ... or you want to try to have children to know how devastated Mama feels like you are like this?"

Kanaya's sharp gaze moved on Mikhail who was now lying on the bed without any guilt. He was still staring at the mother with his tired eyes, the quarrel between the two parents who were debating it was actually very ordinary Mikhail heard.

"Sorry, Ma ... Mikhail only drank a little not to get drunk," he said in self-defense, while Kanaya again could only sigh violently.

"Not drunk you said? If you are not drunk, there is no way you can play with the trabas of all the plants Mama has in front of you," joked Kanaya fiery, if she continues this Kanaya is afraid her second son will follow along.

"But it's Ratri's fault that she's mama's plant."

"From where it was!! Your eyes are moving," Kanaya closed her eyes.

Mikhail no longer answered, he was already closed and snoring softly. Kanaya looked at her son, she lost the once spoiled Mikhail and always tried to carve a smile on her face.

"Sorry, Ma .. while let me enjoy the world my way." He understands the disappointment of his mother, only to return to being someone perfect he cannot.

Tbc