The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 185: You are my Son!

Pram arrived at the house of Ibu Citra on the day before night. Just knocking on the door, Kinar had already opened the door first.

“Night, Mother Image how?” pram asked Kinar who was still standing next to the door.

“Good. You can meet him directly in the room. I already know,” obviously Kinar.

“Sorry, please call Pram only,” pinta Pram, before following Kinar to see Ibu Citra in his room.

“Night Mom,” greet Pram when entering a simple room. Pram was quite surprised and sad to see the condition of the room that might look less worthy of being occupied by the woman who was already old.

The room was narrow, there was only a small cot enough for one person and a small table by his side. A mattress that is worn and thin, it is not comfortable to sleep on.

Pram could not imagine that it was true that sitting there was his biological mother. He sighed many times, before choosing to sit next to Mother Citra who was staring at him as he entered without blinking.

Tears flowed back down that old face. Mother Citra looked very pitiful at this moment.

“Sorry Mom, am I interrupting Mom?” ask Pram, start the conversation.

Mother Citra just shook her head. With trembling hands, he grabbed Pram's hand and grasped it. The grip was tight, as if it did not want to part anymore.

“You really are Reynald my son,” he said softly, rubbing Pram's face slowly. Her tears were spilling again, more intense than before.

“This face, really your papa face,” he said again.

“Lip... very similar. Your father is as handsome as you used to be,” continued Ibu Citra again.

“I could not have mistaken my own son, even though I hugged him for no more than a year,” continued Ms. Citra, back in tears.

Ibu Citra still clearly remembered, the last time carrying her son who had not even even a year. Suddenly disappeared from his rented room when he left to take a shower. Her son was asleep at the time and her husband was not home.

After the incident, he was still trying to ask the neighbors around the house, but no one wanted to answer. Everyone just shakes their heads. Either do not know or pretend not to know because they do not want to get involved further.

“Mother, sorry what really happened?” ask Pram to be brave. Slowly, he grabbed the wrinkled hand that had been trembling.

“You.... you.. how did you get here?” ask Mother Citra. Staring at Pram's face, researching there. Trying to remember the look of her lost daughter.

“You changed a lot, son, you were still in my arms,” continued Ms. Citra, demonstrating a mother who carried her baby. Tears did not stop flowing as he could cupping Pram's face.

“I didn't dream..I really see my son now. For 39 years I waited for you to come to me,” he said slowly.

“Never break my prayers for you every night. And finally God listened to me, sent you to me,” Mother Citra said, constantly speaking.

“Mom can tell me. What happened back then? How could your son be lost?” ask Pram curious.

“When you were born, your papa company was growing rapidly. Defeat its longer-standing rival companies. One of them is the Wijaya family company,” story Ibu Citra, his view is empty, but his lips continue to speak. It is as if it is being sucked into a past story.

“My sister, more precisely my cousin Anna came to ask me for help. Ask your papa, save the Wijaya family company that almost went bankrupt.”

Pram began to string together all the stories he could capture right now.

“Then how is Bu?” ask Pram.

“Your father is trying to help, considering Anna is my family. But all papa's help is misused, instead they destroy papa's company in a cunning way.”

“Take over all your papa assets and company. Not until there, somehow the story, but your father is obliged to pay the debts of the company with a small amount. Though according to papa, he did not know anything,” continued Ibu Citra.

“It turns out that after being carried out, all of it was done by Riadi, Anna's husband. I don't know what the motive is,” said Ibu Citra.

His eyes were getting more and more puffy, his emotions were unstable. Seen Pram gently rubbed Mom Citra's hand, trying to calm down.

“Should have, uh. papa could have reported the fraud to the police if it had strong evidence,” Pram replied digesting all the stories he had just heard. Pram was dragged along and called papa as Ibu Citra said.

“Papa once threatened Riadi. In addition, the condition of papa who already has nothing, really makes it in a difficult position.”

“Means?” pram asked, a little confused.

“Papa's friends all moved away, no one helped at that time.”

“The peak when you disappear, papa is no longer able to with the pressure of his life.”

“How can it disappear?” pram asked curiously, trying to ask once more.

Mother Citra shook her head, came back to cry. I don't think I'll be able to remember that heartbreaking incident.

“Don't cry anymore Mom, didn't you say I was your son?” entertain Pram, smile, pat Mom Citra's old back and bring her into the arms.

“Only, the night before your father chose suicide, he told me a lot about Riadi. And it's probably Riadi who kidnapped our son. He did it to remove all traces of his crimes. No one will retaliate, no one will demand justice for us someday,” Ibu Citra story, considering what her husband said first.

“We searched for you until despair, tears were up already.”

“I am actually the child Riadi raised when he was 10 years old,” said Pram slowly.

In Mom's eyes, maybe Riadi is very bad. But in my eyes, up to this point he was my parents, the one who took care of me,” Pram told me.

Citra's mother shook her head. “No, my son cannot love his enemy,” he said slowly. Both of his hands cupped the handsome face of Pram who was considered his lost son.

“I was hospitalized for a few years because I couldn't afford to lose you. I'm not willing, my son loves the killer,” said Ibu Citra began to get emotional.

“Sorry Mom, until recently I wasn't sure you were my mom until there was clarity. I came here, nothing more to know my in-laws' past. Although I was a little hopeful, it was possible that my mother was my real mother, because of the similarity of the data on the deed. But for now, I do what my in-laws have to do. Apologize and make amends for his comatose guilt.”

“Bu, if my foster father made a mistake with Mom, I will represent him apologizing. Riadi has been in a coma for a few days,” Pram's story.

Hearing Pram's words, Ibu Citra came back crying.

“You are my son, not his son. Don't apologize to me for him. He does not deserve all your affection,” ask Mother Citra with tears.

“Even in my every prayer, I never stop cursing him and his daughter,” said Ms Citra softly.

Deg—

“Mother....,” call Pram. He was quite surprised when Ibu Citra cursed his wife. The wife who is guarded with her own two hands. The wife who now carries her child. Pram could not imagine, if Ibu Citra was really his birth mother. His own mother is cursing his wife and child at this time.

“He has a daughter right? I used to see him bring a little girl with him,” explained Ms. Citra.

“Some times he met me in the parlor, after the death of his wife. He had brought the little girl with him. The girl was waiting for him in the car.”

“Even if he doesn't get that karma, I'm sure his daughter will bear all his deeds. His daughter will definitely feel what I feel,” said Ibu Citra full of revenge.

He had endured his heartache for decades, it was unfair that Riadi and his descendants could be happy over his sadness and tears.

“Let's just say I'm Mom's son,” Pram said, smiling. Trying to divert the conversation.

She does not want Kailla always used as a collision Mother Citra, even though later the results of DNA tests, Mother Citra is her mother. I don't know, he who is too used to living without Mom or indeed his heart can not accept this old woman is his biological mother. Too long to stay with Riadi, he already feels part of Riadi Dirgantara.

It is a bit difficult for Pram to accept the fact that his parents are still alive, because indeed all this time he has buried deeply all that. He even made peace with his situation. But I don't know when the test results speak, he doesn't want to think about it now. His life now belongs to Kailla and her son.

Hearing Pram's words, Ibu Citra went berserk.

“You are my son. This face, the face of Pratama Indraguna,” his wish, again cupped Pram's face.

“You are truly my son,” isak Ibu Citra back.

“Yes, I'm your son,” said Pram, trying to calm down.

“Mother, you need to move from here. I'm gonna ask my men to find that house

more worthy to live,” said Pram, after Ibu Citra back calm.

“I will also send money every month for Mother and Kinar needs,” continued Pram.

“You...., won't find... mama again?” ask Ibu Citra, sad. This time he asked Pram, calling him mama.

“I still have work, must return to Jakarta as soon as possible,” explained Pram.

Pram took out his wallet, took out a business card and a red sheet of money.

“This is for Mom. I have my business card here. You can call me anytime. But I have to go back to Jakarta,” Pram said, pointing to his business card.

“I have to go back now. I say goodbye Mom,” said Pram, once again hugging Mother Citra.

“Thank you,” said Ibu Citra, hugging Pram, back sobbing.

“Iya Ma'am, one day I will definitely return,” said Pram, rubbing the hands of Mother Citra.

After saying goodbye to Ibu Citra, Pram came out to meet Kinar.

“Kinar, I'm dropping off Mom. I have to go back to Jakarta,” Pram said. It looks like Pram is handing out a card to Kinar.

“This is what Sir?” ask Kinar confused.

“To meet your needs. There will be someone helping you later. He will contact you,” continued Pram.

“I pamit. Thank you so far for taking care of Ibu Citra,” said Pram. Passing away left Kinar who kept staring at his back.

***

Arriving at the hotel room, Pram contacted Kailla as promised. When the video connection is connected, it looks like a scene that Pram misses a lot. His wife was lying on the bed, in her favorite nightgown.

“Honey, you've slept?” pram asked as he looked at Kailla who had closed her eyes.

“Hmmmmm,” murmured Kailla was still hugging her bolster.

“I just turn it off, if you have slept yes,” said Pram.

“Do not..,” reject Kailla, trying to open her eyes and resist her sleepiness.

“Where are you from? Why did you call me once a night,” asked Kailla in a hoarse voice.

“I came out for a while. There is little business,” replied Pram.

“You didn't meet a pretty girl right?” todong Kailla, suddenly his sleepiness disappeared. Remembering her husband was alone there, far away from her.

***

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