The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 67: The Knock on the Door

In a room, in a mental hospital. Samar - vague song from Anji Drive that plays repeatedly. The more you hear, the more you slice your heart. Especially when peering from the small window near the door, there appeared a beautiful woman who was shedding her tears while playing with her long hair. Sometimes he hummed along following the song.

The woman rarely spoke, sitting quietly all day staring at the old photos that lay on her bed. If lucky, he could see her smiling at the pictures.

I always try to strengthen my heart

from those of you who have not yet returned

There is one belief that keeps me going

This wait will definitely pay off

Look at me, honey, who's been struggling

Waiting for you to come, to pick you up

Remember slalu baby, my heart you hold

I'm not going to wait for you here

Stay right here

If not for you

I don't know anymore

To whom I miss this I give

To whom I miss this I give

He remembered nothing and could not remember anyone. Not remembering his mother or his sister even himself. The only thing he remembered was the man in his picture. “Rey” is how his lips pronounce the man's name.

He could linger staring at the photo without blinking. But his expression would be fickle, sometimes he smiled, at once he would cry silently. His hand was always clutching a shabby letter, some of his writing had faded from tears. The paper folds are also almost damaged by time.

March 16, 2003

Dear Anita, dear,

Ii'm sorry...

Don't wait for me, An. I will not come to marry you. Thanks for 3 years. I may be a coward, but I can't stand up to people I've already considered like my own father. The person who has contributed to my life. When my parents even dumped me, he sincerely accepted me.

I love you, An. I know it hurts because I feel the same pain. After today, there will never be Rey again in this world. Don't look for me An. I'm not the one you deserve to fight for

Say my apologies to both of your parents.

From the one who loves you, Reynaldi Pratama.

***

Anita was taken by her sister to the hospital while unconscious in the hotel courtyard. But once conscious he went straight on a rampage and injured anyone who approached him. Just yell Rey's name. After conducting various examinations, doctors recommend temporarily being treated in a mental hospital until the condition stabilizes. But how he heard the strains of his favorite song, he became calm inversely when before being treated here.

The old woman was holding the food in her wheelchair. He could only look at his daughter from afar, shedding his tears.

“Bu, let's go home,” invite the boy who is pushing a wheelchair.

“In the meantime, mom still misses your sister.” said the mother. He seemed to wipe away the tears dripping on his wrinkled cheeks.

God, if I could ask, I would be willing to change the rest of my life for my daughter's recovery. If I could have the power, I would definitely give her the happiness she dreamed of.

But love cannot be forced, if it is not hers until at any time it will not come back to her.

Maybe he stopped by, but you're not the supposed owner, son. Mother had seen it for herself, even the remnants of love were never in her eyes again.

***

Pram is waiting for Kailla to come out of the bathroom, today they are going back to Jakarta. After two days had to be detained in Bandung for the investigation of the abuse and kidnapping case experienced by Kailla. Pram actually sent the man to prison.

Pram smiled, he recalled how his struggle melted the heart of Kailla who was still worrying about her and Anita's photo at the hotel.

The Flashback

“I saw it myself, Om. How can it be spelled a trap.” Kailla stared cynically at Pram. “I can't believe it. I don't not know how my husband.” he continued.

“What is your husband like?” Pram asked back with a smile looking at Kailla who was angry with him.

“Su.. my husband that.” Kailla doesn't know what to answer. He just looked at Pram confusedly.

“You suck! Go there, don't touch me!” Kailla pushed Pram after seeing the man laughing at her.

“You didn't call me Om?” pram pretended to be astonished and thought.

Bukk! Bukk! Bukk!

Again Pram get a punch from a pillow bolster bertubi.

“Don't touch me! Your body is no longer sterile, there are traces of other women there. I don't want to! Nasty!” Kaila shuddered at Pram from top to bottom.

“Just tell me you're jealous, Kai!” sergeant Pram is still trying to hug his wife. A smile does not come off his lips. Looking at the look on Kailla's face at the moment, it was really like an opium unto itself.

“I? Jealousy?” tanya Kailla pointed her index finger at her chest. His eyes glared at Pram.

C'mon Kai! If you're jealous, I don't mind making the same photo as you now.” Pram chuckled this time. He was already standing, unbuttoning his shirt one by one displaying his field chest.

“Come Kai! Take off your jacket!” decah Pram's. It was seen that he contacted Bayu to immediately go to his room.

“Om .. om want what? Why call people here?” kailla asked confusedly.

“We need people to take pictures of Kai!” Pram again chuckled at Kailla's expression.

“No! Big No!” cut Kailla cross her hands.

“What to wear the same photographer as Anita. I still have his cell phone number. A minute yes.” Looks like Pram contacted someone and turned on the speaker of his phone.

“Iya Pak.” greet a man across the phone. He is a room boy who forced Anita to take their photos the other day. From the results of Bayu's investigation, he was finally able to get a mobile number and ask directly the actual incident.

“Good day, I'm Reynaldi Pratama. The person you took the picture with is a woman in a room at the hotel where you work. Remember right?” ask Pram.

“Iya. yes, remember Sir.”

“Good! My wife has seen your work. And he was interested in making the same photo.” obviously Pram serious. “But you know for yourself, I was in a state of unconsciousness at that time, how can I tell the process of taking photos.” Pram continued again.

“Iya Pak.”

“Well, please explain how the photo was taken. He seems very interested. Hopefully our cooperation is successful, I will pay dearly if my wife is interested.” Pram explained withholding his laughter.

“Ba.baik Pak.”

“Speak! My wife is listening to you now.” Pram's orders.

Kailla who had been glaring at Pram had to listen to the room boy's long explanation. After disconnecting his phone, he immediately approached Pram.

“What does Om mean? How embarrassing! I never said I wanted to be photographed like that too!” kailla said he hit the chest of the plain Pram field because the buttons on his shirt were all open. As fast as lightning, Pram caught the two tiny hands that hit him earlier.

“Do not get angry again. I really don't know anything. I never betrayed you Kai.” said Pram softly.

“No!” Kailla still shook her head. Unexpectedly Pram had already lifted up Kailla's body and slammed her on the bed. Without wasting any time, he immediately locked onto the tiny body with his stocky body.

“Please..,” please Pram again with a clear face, after successfully overlapping a small, helpless body underneath. Without waiting for a response from Kailla, he had already showered all the beautiful faces of his wife with a kiss.

The cup!cups!cups!

Time stopped instantly, as their eyes clashed. There was a small nod and a smile on Kailla's face signifying that she was sorry that Pram had obtained.

“I love you, Kai.” Slowly he kissed Kailla's thin lips that had been poking at her. The sweetness was long ago changed to the more demanding *****n. Although Kailla did not welcome him, at least his wife did not reject all of his treatment. His brain immediately thought fast, he had to race against time before Kailla regained consciousness and pushed his body as it had been.

Pram diverts his kiss on Kailla's neckline, hoping to hear Kailla's melodious sighing voice. His hands did not stay still, guerrilla where. A smile grew on her lips upon hearing Kailla's first sigh, but Pram's happiness did not last long. The sound of knocking on the door of the room destroyed all the hard work and struggle from earlier.

Geck..Geck..Geck..

the first 3 beats, Pram can still breathe a sigh of relief, his wife is still in the clouds. But the next 3 beats, Kailla immediately realized.

“Om someone is knocking on the door!” kailla said immediately got up, making Pram stop all his activities.

“Come next to Kai. Not our room!”sahut Pram immediately put Kailla back to sleep. Actually Pram knows, it must be Bayu. He asked Bayu to bring a change of clothes for him and Kailla. But he still hopes that a spy like Bayu is smart enough, that if the door of the room is not opened, he should know that the occupants are not wanting to be disturbed.

Geck..Geck..Geck..

“Our room Om!” kailla said as soon as she heard the knock back. “Come views!” kailla's orders.

“Shitt!” Pram had to get up and open the door. His face looks upset.

Chequek!

“This Boss!” Bayu thrust paperbag in front of Pram.

Flashback.

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