My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram
Contrition
Tommy reads the message that went into his phone with squeaking eyes. He could not see the message clearly. His gaze shaded, the letters he saw stacked together to form a black blob that rolled to and fro.
He threw his phone on the table at random, then pulled the whiskey glass with his hands that were almost numb.
The golden brown liquid spilled and splattered, hitting his pants and shirt, but Tommy cared. He drank the drink with his eyes closed.
His head felt heavy and enlarged dozens of times. His eyes were sore and red, but he could not rest, let alone sleep.
He had not slept for a night.
Whenever he wanted to close his eyes, the report given by his secretary would again ring in his ears.
The owner of the company who wants to inject funds and “save” Permata Buana from destruction is Pramudya Antasena.
Tommy almost had a heart attack when he heard the report.
Many times he asked, many times his secretary also replied that he did not mispronounce the name.
As if being played by the rest of the world, Tommy felt himself a joke.
Born as the har* child of a mistress, unrecognized and given a condescending look every time to the point that it has gotten used to it all.
He struggled his whole life to become number one, using all means to defeat his half-brother, but in the end he was always the loser.
Tommy's lips twitched. He looked up and laughed loudly.
Pramudya Antasena ....
Tommy got up from the chair, staggering out of his dimly lit office. He ignored the greetings of the secretary and employees who looked at him in wonder. Those people did not look real in his eyes.
His feet stepped automatically, bringing his half-lifeless body up to the parking lot.
His secretary followed from behind jumping forward frantically, blocking in front of the car and forbidding him to leave.
“Enyah!” Tommy hisses angrily, pulling the body of the girl who has been following him for nearly four years as his secretary and pushing him away.
He got into the car, started the engine and stepped on the pedal deeply.
The car was going down at high speed.
Tommy doesn't care about anything anymore. The sound of horns and swearing from other riders is not ignored. The speed of the car is not reduced.
He just wants to see Pramudya.
Why meet him?
He doesn't know. He hasn't thought about it yet. Maybe he'll know what he'll do after they meet.
In his shaded view, Tommy saw a meatball wagon crossing about 500 meters in front. The person pushing the wagon waved their hands to let the passing drivers slow down their vehicle.
Tommy did not blink. He stepped on the brake pedal deeply, then realized that he would not be able to stop in time.
Reflex he slammed the steering wheel to the right.
Car jumps over road divider.
A very loud impact resounded in the air as the front of Tommy's car hit the truck's muzzle from the opposite direction.
The safety bag expanded and hit her face hard. Moisture made his body push forward and backward almost simultaneously.
Drifting.
Rotating.
The sky was upside down under his head.
Brak!
A loud bang accompanied by the sound of crunching bones rang out clearly in Tommy's ears.
A split second later, the intense pain radiated from his spine to his neck.
An unbearable pain.
He can't move his head. Like there was a thread on his neck that would break at any moment when he tried to turn his head.
His eyes stare past the broken window.
The screams of the people buzzed in his ears. His view was further blurred by the red liquid flowing out of nowhere—amis and rancid.
Be ill.
So hurt.
The last breath that came out of his nose evaporated in the air along with the scent of dust and asphalt.
The light of life that had dimmed for weeks finally completely extinguished.
**
Antasena Dance sat in the living room with eight other women. All wore branded clothing and jewelry from well-known brands that cost the equivalent of two new Mercedes cars.
He did not not not know that his son's company was on the edge. He just did not want to be kicked from the socialite world that he had only been criticized for a while. That is why he took the initiative to host and hold a banquet.
Of course, the food served is the best. He did not even heavy hearted to spend all the rest of his savings in order to invite famous chefs who are said to be often used by the upper class when entertaining guests.
He hopes that with the banquet this time, the wives of the conglomerate who come can persuade their husbands to invest in the company owned by his son. That way the comfortable life he enjoys can last forever.
“Mrs!” A servant ran over to Tari with a panicked face, forgetting all the manners and manners before everyone.
“What's up? Why are you being disrespectful in front of my guests?” tanya Tari, still trying to speak in a low tone even though the smile on her face looks very stiff.
“Tu ... Young Master ... Young Master's accident. There's a cop in front.”
“What?!” Dari jumped up, forgetting the graceful demeanor she had so desperately maintained.
He tripped through the living room, almost crashing into a trolley filled with drinks and snacks.
Two men in police uniforms greeted him at the front.
“Good afternoon, Mother. We're from the lakalantas unit. Is this the Tommy Antasena residence?” ask one of the police officers.
Face Pale dance. He nodded without a sound. His hands are cold. What happened to his son?
“Sorry, is Mother a family member of the deceased?”
The deceased?
Body Shaky dance. The cold reached the top of his head.
The servant who followed from behind immediately supported his body from falling.
“Mother, we want to report that Mom's son had an accident. Please come with us to identify the body of your son.”
Dance lips trembled, twitching without any sound being heard. His body was as if it was boneless.
No. gabe.
His son could not have died.
No way!
Tommy can't die!
These people must have only come to deceive him.
Suddenly his power returned. He pushed the servant almost to his knees, then shouted loudly in front of the two policemen.
“Go! Get the fuck out of my house! Basic cheater! Ha-ha-ah! You're not gonna get a dime from me! Go!”
The two policemen looked at each other. They have not never faced this kind of rejection from the families of the victims. But no one ever accused them of wanting to cheat.
“Mom can come with us to make sure. The body is still in the morgue at Insan Permata Hospital.”
The dancing sculpted hearing the remark, staring at one unreal point that no one else could see.
He only stood like that for nearly five minutes, not responding to anyone's calls and sayings.
Then suddenly he laughed out loud and surprised everyone. In front of his social colleagues who began to huddle and whisper, he grabbed his hair and mumbled carelessly.
A few seconds later, his laughter suddenly stopped. He raised both hands, making movements as if he was holding a baby.
His son is not dead, he is here. Inside his warm embrace, smiled and looked at him with a pair of innocent and pure eyes.
It hums softly, “Nina bobo, oh, Nina bobo .. otherwise bobo, mosquito bite ..”
“Ibu—“
“Ssst, don't be noisy, my baby wants to sleep.” Dance placed her index finger on her lips and glared at the man in front of her.
He hummed again while swinging his hands forward and back.
Occasionally laugh, then cry .. laugh .. and cry ....
***
