The President's Wife

Chapters 1. A Tale of the Past

This novel is a continuation of the “ISTRI KECIL novel SANG PRESDIR”. For new readers it is recommended to read the previous title.

The little girl in white ran into the building RD Group owned by Daddy. Following behind him, an assistant chased after with a gasp of breath.

Kailla, the name of the little girl whose naughty is above average. Running, opening space by space looking for the figure of Daddy who missed him. His footsteps came to a halt, as those pitch-black beautiful eyes, grasping the handsome and dashing figure standing while holding the file in his hand, in one of the rooms he had forcefully opened.

“Om ...” call him spoiled, smiling nosy bin centil at once adorable. Anyone who sees would want to pinch the cheeks of a puffed peach tub, reddish white.

The adult man he was addressing Om, smilingly stared at his sudden presence.

“Kai, what are you looking for here?” ask the man who used to be called Pram.

Taking off the file in hand, approach the petite naughty and spoiled, troublemaker in the Riadi Dirgantara family. Little girl the sole daughter of the company owner.

“Kai, what are you doing here?” pram asked, crouching in front of little Kailla. Align her body with a little girl who is only as tall as an adult waist.

“Who are you here with?” pram asked again, pulling Kailla sitting on her thigh. Pram did not ask anymore, as he saw the little girl's assistant was breathing in the middle of the door.

“Non Kailla rampaging at home. Ask to meet Mr.” is obviously an assistant with up-and-down breaths. Tired of chasing a bad boy who runs as fast as a cheetah.

“Om, I'd like to meet Daddy,” whine Kailla sounds, pull Pram's hand. Inviting the adult man to meet the father who has not met this week.

“Kai, Daddy's still close. Later, yes,” persuade Pram to stand, gently rubbing the top of the head of a small Kailla.

The little girl did not comply, her funny behavior grew. With a sullen face and pursed lips, Kailla chose to crouch in the corner of the room while sobbing. Roughly rubbing both his eyes wet with tears, occasionally pulling snot out of his nose.

Tired of crying, little Kailla stared intently at Pram with a typical face of cute children. It was as if gritting the adult male, who was 20 years older than him.

Pram chuckles.

“You want ice cream?” tawar Pram, crouching in front of Kailla.

Kailla shook her head, though she wanted it so badly in her heart. Hiding gulps, Pram fears seeing how much she already wants the ice cream offered to her.

“Mau lollipop?” pram asked again, trying to break Kailla's hardness of heart.

The little girl was silent for a moment. His brain was calculating profit and loss, weighing which one was more profitable for him. Those blushy eyes stared at Pram for a few seconds, before finally carving a smile on his tiny lips.

The lace-clad head nodded, smiling widely. Standing raised his hand up, preparing to welcome Pram's hand. As usual, Pram would lift and carry her.

“I want chocolate ice cream, Om,” kailla pinta with cute and adorable.

“I also want a lot of lollipops, Om,” continued Kailla again, spread both hands wide in a Pram sling.

“What else do you want?” pram asked, smilingly looking at the little girl who was always spoiled for him.

“Mau Daddy ..." said with a pitiful face. Clutching Pram's neck, hiding his face behind Pram's burly shoulders. The little girl was ready to whine, persuading Pram to grant her wish.

“Just a moment, but we saw Daddy from outside the meeting room, yeah. Can't go inside. Today Daddy has an important meeting.” Prams explained.

Without waiting for a response, Pram invited him to run to the top floor of the RD Group building. The floor where the meeting is being held by the company officials. Laughter was clearly heard from the tiny lips of the little girl in the sling Pram. Sometimes he pecks Pram's cheeks.

“You again, Om?” the door is funny. Running around the office with Pram makes him forget his ice cream and lollipops.

“Mau, Om,” whining Kailla tightened the hand grip on the neck of the Om.

“Om tired, Kai,” said Pram with a loud breath when he was standing in front of the meeting room.

Pram brought Kaila, who was still in her arms, close to the meeting room's glass, staring at the familiar faces who were seriously sitting around the oval table. Stacks of messy paper in there. Kaila was obscuring the unfamiliar faces dominating inside, until finally the girl's netra caught the shadow she had missed for a week.

A small smile was engraved on her tiny lips. His hand had already knocked on the glass, hoping that the Daddy would hear and stare at him.

“Daddy is not looking at me, Om,” he said bowed. Staring at the dashing figure of the daddy, Riadi Dirgantara.

His efforts were in vain, little Kailla had to swallow disappointed. His eyes have crystallized again. The shimmer almost fell.

“Let's get the ice cream!” take Pram, trying to get rid of the hue of sadness from his little girl's face.

Kailla nodded.

Pram takes Kailla around the RD Group building, persuading, seducing and even having to accept Kailla's pinch for cheating a innocent child and not knowing anything. No ice cream, let alone lollipops. Pram just lied to him.

Tired of whining, Kailla finally fell asleep on Pram's shoulder. Pram's two hands gently rubbed the tiny back, letting Kailla sleep in the warm of her arms.

a piece of Pram and Kailla's past story

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A few years later, little Kailla grows up to be a teenage girl. At the age of 18 years, the Daddy himself came to Pram. Begging the man whose real name is Reynaldi Pratama to marry his only daughter, his favorite daughter Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.

Pram is not someone else, he is a child raised from the streets, nurtured Riadi Dirgantara since the age of 10 years. Given facilities and schooled to far abroad, then made heir to the business empire RIADI DIRGANTARA GROUP, a largest property company in Jakarta.

Pram was silent for a moment before accepting the offer, not only because of his return, but he also loved Kailla. Loving the red baby she used to hold when Kailla was first present in the world.

Alright."

It looks like Pram sighed before answering.

“At least wait for Kailla to finish college. Now Kailla's only 18. 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 our children.

“Dan ..” Pram hesitated to say what was on his mind.

“Say, Pram!” Riadi seemed to understand something was stuck in the mind of his adopted son.

“Can I next take full responsibility for Kailla, my future wife?” ask Pram

“I want Kailla to learn to be responsible. Learn to be a wife,” continued Pram.

Riadi nodded, smiling.

“At least, Kailla can reduce her spoiled and childish attitude. Slowly, I will reach for his heart. I don't want to, he's disappointed with this wedding. I wanted to give her a chance to learn to love me and vice versa. I also want to learn to love him,” explained Pram.

Two years passed from the Riadi and Pram deal. Many events happened. People from the past are starting to emerge. Not to mention, Riadi who suddenly fell into a coma and had to wake up with a stroke, spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

It was at this time that Pram made Kailla his wife, taking full responsibility to look after the company, his adoptive father and Kailla.

Marriage is simple, just a religious and state endorsement. The inauguration of marriage before God and the law of the land. No party, no reception. There's not even any love for Pram.

Yes, Kailla still can't love Pram when the wedding bells ring, echoing on the beach. Pram and Kaila's place of marriage, pronouncing the sacred promise that binds them as husband and wife.

Pram still remembers clearly, how the word “Ya” is said from Kailla's lips. The girl married him just because she wanted to make her father happy. Kailla accepts her marriage to Pram for her father's sake.

“If I marry Om, will Daddy be happy?” kailla asked at the time. Mr. Riadi, the father just smiled and nodded looking at his daughter. Riadi believes Kailla's defense is about to collapse. Of course, he knew his daughter very well.

Kailla infiltrated into the arms, tightly hugging the body of her old daddy while saying.

“If Daddy is happy, I agree to marry Om Pram.”

Mr. Riadi simply replied with a nod without a sound. And Kailla knew her Daddy really wanted this wedding to happen.

a piece of Pram and Kailla's past story

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Time passed, and the feeling of being forced finally changed to love. Pram's struggle was not in vain. Pram's patience can finally melt Kailla's heart. Pram's sacrifice paid off already.

Kailla eventually falls in love with him. The spoiled and mischievous girl voluntarily became Pram's entire possession. Give her heart and live to her husband.

“Come on, I'll carry you,” persuade Pram.

“I don't want to. It's a shame, darling,” reject Kailla, blush shy.

“Come. Its alright. You're my wife now, why should I be ashamed. I haven't carried you in a long time,” Pram's god, winking his eyes.

His brow crinkled, thinking and counting. How long has it been since he last held Kailla. Maybe a dozen years, he himself forgot. Since nearly finishing elementary school, Kailla has refused to be in Pram's arms.

Kailla relented, letting Pram grab her body. Enjoying the taste of being carried by Pram, like his childhood was.

“I love you my wife, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.” said Pram slowly.

“I also love you my husband, Reynaldi Pratama,” Kailla smiled.

Marriage makes both lives colorful. The 20-year-old home gave Pram and Kailla a new experience. Pram with unlimited patience, maturity as well as the maturity of extraordinary thinking and so great love for his little wife.

In contrast, the unstable, spoiled Kailla tends to be childish, likes to make a mess, not infrequently makes Pram dizzy to serve him.

However, they complement each other. Behind her hard and potent, Kailla has always been a submissive in front of Pram. And on the contrary behind the mature and mature mindset of Pram, the man can also be childish in front of Kailla.

The happiness of both of them increases perfectly when Kailla contains their first baby. There was a lot of love that Pram had for her. Even Pram is ready to bring the world into Kailla's grasp.

But their happiness did not last long. Pram's biological mother comes into their lives, bringing a past grudge on Kailla and her father. Carrying an oath of expiation and curse on Kailla, whom she does not know is actually her own son-in-law, the wife of her long-lost biological son.

The trials increase, when Pram and Kailla have to lose a prospective child who is still in the womb. The three months the fetus survives, sharing the day and story with Pram and Kailla. The smiles of the two turned to tears, as Kailla declared a miscarriage.

a piece of Pram and Kailla's past story

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Follow the journey of Om Pram and Kailla's household story. How Pram is sandwiched between his two loved ones.

Love you all.