The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 8. Please Marry Kailla

“Kai," call Pram while knocking on Kailla's bedroom door.

Silent.

Back Pram knocked on the door and called out to Kailla once more. Waiting for a while, there was still no answer from inside the room.

“It looks like Kailla is still sleeping?” said Pram.

A little hesitant, but finally Pram tried to open the door of the room. And sure enough, Kailla was asleep, curled up in a roll.

Pram walked slowly so as not to wake the sleeping girl. He chose to sit on the side of the bed, looking at the face of Kailla who was sleeping. Slowly, he pulled out a few hairs that covered part of Kailla's face.

“Cantics,” Inner Pram.

He smiles. For a long time staring at the face of Kailla who was sleeping felt soothing. All the tired and tired that he had felt evaporated instantly. Kailla's peaceful face while asleep is indeed an attraction for Pram. I never get tired of looking.

“Kai, I love you. I want you to be happy. I know this is wrong. Forcing you to get married at your age of even 20. I want you to be able to enjoy your youth that will never be repeated. I want to marry you because you also want this marriage, not because of force," Pram's inner self while gently stroking Kailla's hair.

The Flashback

Two years ago.

“Pram,” call Mr. Riadi break Pram concentration. The man was checking the data David sent.

At that time, they were in the room of Mr. Riadi where Pram had not served as Deputy Director of RD Group.

“Please marry Kailla, Pram.” Mr Riadi said while handing out an envelope containing his medical report from one of the hospitals in Singapore.

Pram just kept quiet and received the envelope given to him. He flipped through the envelope without opening it. Then, look at Mr. Riadi and ready to listen to the next words that will be conveyed by people who have been considered like his own father.

“I don't know until when my body can hold on, Pram. My physique already does not allow me to continue to survive in this position. And .. The only person I can trust to keep the company and my daughter is you, Pram. You have me think like my own son,” said Mr. Riadi.

Pram opened the envelope and perused the health report. The health report is not very good. He frowned, trying to understand number after number that even he did not understand.

“In this week, I will announce your appointment as the new Deputy Director, Pram. After marrying Kailla, you will immediately replace my position now as the next President Director,” continued Mr. Riadi again.

“How about Kailla?” ask Pram briefly after folding back the health report and putting it in its envelope.

“Me and Kailla have no choice, Pram. In the beginning, it might be difficult for Kailla to accept you as her husband. We know for ourselves, how your relationship was formed from the beginning. But I know, Kailla loves you just as much as you love her. You're the place to cry after me, his daddy. In this world Kailla only has me and you, Pram,” said Mr. Riadi.

It's a tough choice for Pram. On the one hand, he loves Kailla very much, on the other hand Pram is afraid to disappoint Kailla by accepting this marriage. Moreover, the age of Kailla who is too young and far different from him. Their age is 20 years, it is not easy for Kailla to accept it. Especially at her age, Kailla is still unstable.

“I know, you may not marry Kailla, but someday you will also marry, Pram. Will your wife be able to accept Kailla's presence in your life?

“During this time, you took care of Kailla very well, even beyond what I did for her. Please accept my request,” please Mr. Riadi, his eyes radiate helplessness.

“This may be my last request, Pram. Surely you must also give me the successor of Riadi Dirgantara. Ah, imagine spending my old days with you and my grandchildren. There is nothing happier than that.” Mr. Riadi looks smiling, his mind is laughing.

“Good.” Pram sighed before answering.

“Can I give me and Kailla a little time, especially Kailla. He is too young to accept this situation.”

“At least wait for Kailla to finish her studies. Now 18-year-old Kailla has just enjoyed her college days. I want Kailla to enjoy her teenage years just like any other teenager. Instead of spending time serving me, her husband and giving birth to my children. And ...” Pram was a little hesitant to say what was on his mind.

“Say, Pram.”

“Can I next take full responsibility for Kailla, my future wife. I want Kailla to learn to be responsible and start learning to be a wife. At least, not childish and careless as now. And I want to slowly reach for her heart, so that she is not disappointed with this marriage. I wanted to give him a chance to learn to love me, and instead I also began to learn to love him,” Pram explained again.

“Good. Which one you think is fine, Pram. If you are in trouble, do not hesitate to complain to me. I'm daddy. I know, all this time he covered up his sadness and was curious about the figure of his mother. And with my current position, I can't spend much time with Kailla. Moreover, you've seen my medical records yourself. Maybe in the future I'll spend more time with the doctor than with Kailla. I'm putting my daughter Kailla to you, Pram.”

To ... please love and take care of my daughter.” Mr. Riadi stammered while holding back a cry.

There is sadness in every word Mr. Riadi. Maybe it's time he let go of his daughter. He just hopes to let go of his daughter to the right person.

It still feels like just now, the red baby was taken home by Pram to his house. Her cries of hunger every night were still clearly ringing. Not to mention his indulgence and mischief as a child. Her little daughter used to do strange things just to be with her all the time. He still vividly remembers the whining of Kailla every time he would leave the city. Almost every day, the little girl asked to sleep with him.

Although there are many assistants at home guarding him, but his position was never replaced by anyone. If you remember how much his daughter loves him, there is regret in the heart of Mr. Riadi. Nine months into her mother's womb, Mr. Riadi never thought Kailla existed. He never even accompanied her at all.

Pram, you can go out for a while,” pinta Pak Riadi turned around. He wiped away the tears he had been holding back.

Pram knows, now Mr. Riadi is crying in his room. He realized that Mr. Riadi was holding back his tears and sadness.

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