The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 166: A New Home On The Sea's Edge

During the Austrian-Indonesian flight, Kailla remained silent. Sometimes he fell asleep, but it wasn't good. During the transit, he simply slipped in Pram's arms for hours, without speaking at all. His heart was in turmoil, though he tried hard, but losing Sam was very heavy for him.

Just as he got off the plane, set foot back to the homeland, he immediately burst into tears. The tears came down profusely, as if something was left behind and a sense of loss made him reluctant to go home.

“I really left her there Honey,” she said softly as she sobbed, again hiding her tearful face inside her husband's field chest. Both of his hands tightly wrapped around Pram's waist.

“Iya, it's okay, later will also get used to Sweetheart,” Entertain Pram, gently pat Kailla's back. They were waiting for Bayu and Ida who were collecting their suitcases.

“It feels different, when I leave for Austria I will only leave it for 1-2 months. But now, 4-5 years. How I missed it,” isak Kailla.

“It's okay, there's still me your husband. There's daddy, there's Bayu and Donny too. Even there is still Bu Ida and Bu Sari looking after you every day,” said Pram, peeping at the head of Kailla who still vibrates violently in his arms.

“They weren't all the time with me. If Sam's just sleeping, we're not together. The rest of us are always together. Even if we make a mistake, we will bear it together,” Kailla's story considering how she spent these 2 years with Sam.

“Iya.., I know.” For 2 years, Sam was the only loyal person on Kailla's side. Different from his feelings for Donny, even though Donny escorted him for 18 years.

“I first felt my freedom with him,” said Bella. His cry grew louder, until he had to bite Pram's shirt so that his voice could not be heard out.

“I have a surprise for you and our son. Already, don't cry anymore,” said Pram, put distance between him Kailla, then remove the face from the tears that were still flowing profusely.

“Why did Sam not study in Indonesia alone?” kailla.

“Already... don't think about it. One day Sam will be back. Don't cry anymore,” persuaded Pram, took his wife out of the airport. Find Donny and David to pick them up.

***

In the car, Kailla was still crying. Although not as fast as before. He simply rested his head on Pram's chest, while linking his fingers to Pram's hand fingers.

“How is my son today?” ask Pram. The journey is almost 19 hours, making them arrive in Indonesia the next day.

Kaila glared at Pram at a glance then nodded, choosing to reappear his face, smelling Pram's scent. He just protested and let out his voice when the car he was riding out of the toll not far from the airport.

“Why are we off the toll here? Shouldn't I go out in Lebak Bulus?” ask Kailla wonder. During this time he lived in South Jakarta, and at this time their car out the toll is still in North Jakarta.

“You're seriously buying a house here?” kailla asked, after recalling her conversation with Pram some time ago.

Pram just nodded.

“I don't want Honey, I want to be close to daddy,” reject Kailla.

“See your home first, we'll talk again,” said Pram, don't want to comment again.

As the car entered the luxury housing facing directly into the sea, Kailla was immediately shocked. He immediately opened the car window and could be sure the smell of sea water and a little fishy crackling in the nose.

He turned to look at Pram, smiling.

“You like it?” tanya Pram, along with the shift, accompanied Kailla to see the view through the car window.

Kaila nodded. “Like. Thank you Darling,” said Kailla, peeking Pram.

“Later to arrive at the new house thank you. I have to calculate how much you have to pay tonight,” Pram's goda, blinked his eyes.

Before long, the car turned into one of the three-storey houses of modern classical literature. As soon as he got out of the car, Kailla ran over to Pram.

“I like Dear. It's just that the fence is too high. I can't see the sea from the first floor,” Kailla said, smiling. Hugged Pram and kissed Pram's face repeatedly.

“But the smell of the sea is too pungent,” complains Kailla.

“Hahaha. In addition to the disturbing smell of the sea, you must prepare for the floods that usually hit our housing. That's a risk that must be paid if you choose to stay here,” said Pram chuckled, inviting Kailla into the house.

“Ah.....!” kailla.

“But behind the house, there is a small pier. There's your speedboat and yacht parked there. You can ask Bayu to try it. Occasionally enjoy the sensation of shopping to Alfamart using a speedboat. Haha. I can't imagine,” said Pram laughing out loud.

“Try Sam here. It must be fun!” chirps Kailla.

As soon as the door of the house opened it looked as if the daddy sitting in the wheelchair had already greeted them in the living room.

“Dad..,” greeting Pram, following Kailla, hugging the older man who looks thinner. But now that Mr. Riadi can smile, there is little progress.

“Ah Dad, I really miss you,” Kailla said, shedding tears. He hasn't touched his daddy's hand in a long time.

“Dad.. I have a surprise for you,” Kailla said, standing and whispering in Mr. Riadi's ear.

With a smile, Kailla grabbed her weak, powerless daddy hand and guided the old hand to touch her stomach.

“This is your grandson,” whispered Kailla.

Daddy could only smile, there were two tears falling when he heard the news delivered by his favorite daughter.

“Daddy don't cry, daddy must be healthy. Later can play with daddy's grandson,” said Kailla, holding back her tears. Both of his hands were wiping away the tears that had descended on the old daddy's face.

Mr. Riadi immediately looked at Pram, as if he wanted to convey something, but could not be said.

Looking at Mr. Riadi's eyes, Pram then whispered something.

“Daddy, don't worry. I will take care of Kailla and your granddaughter,” Pram said slowly, holding her in-laws' hands, giving her confidence everything will be fine.

After being satisfied hugging and releasing his longing on his father, Pram took Kailla to their room located on the second floor.

“Sorry Kai, I bought this house long before you got pregnant. So our room is in

second floor. I'm gonna have David talk to the contractor, renovate one of the rooms on the first floor for us. It is impossible for you to go back and forth up the stairs in a pregnant state like this,” explained Pram, holding Kailla up.

“Since when did daddy move here?” ask Kailla suddenly.

“New a few days ago,” sahut Short Pram.

“Home in Pondok Indah?” ask Kailla again.

“While left blank. But I have a plan to ask Sam's parents to stay there, take care of him. One day we will definitely need that house,” explained Pram.

“Means?” kailla asked confusedly.

“As I said before, staying here is at risk of flooding. And if that happens, we can stay a while in your old house. And we need people to take care of it to keep it clean.”

“And you asked Sam's parents to look after him?” ask Kailla.

“The plan is so. I heard that his parents live in a rented house and don't work. We can ask him to take care of the house there and give him a salary. But I haven't asked the person directly. I've asked David to take them to stay with us in the back house. Forever, Sam will come with you. So don't cry anymore for her,” Pram explained.

“Hah?! You mean now that Sam's parents are coming with us?” ask Kailla to make sure.

“Yes, your house is crowded now. We are all alone, we have no brothers or family. So let's just say they're our family,” Pram said with a smile.

Pram built several small houses behind the main house he now occupies. All for the living quarters of the assistants and servants.

Not only did he bring Mr. Riadi here, all of Mr. Riadi's assistants and aides, including security, were also brought by Pram to move to his new home. They were all credited with taking care of his wife since childhood, so he could not possibly leave them all behind. They have served Riadi for decades.

In addition, Pram needs them all to take care of Kailla and her child who will be born later. They are faithful and trustworthy people Pram.

***

Start the first day in a new home.

Kailla, who is not used to her new room, cannot sleep well. Early in the morning he was startled by the sound of someone shouting loudly from the front gate of his new home. Even at that time, security alone was still half asleep. The clock on the nightstand, just showed at 03:00 in the morning.

“NON KAILLA!”

“NON KAILLA!”

“NON KAILLA!”

To be continue!