The President's Wife

Chapter 110: Getting to know Pram again

That morning, Sam was looking at his latest motorcycle, a graduation gift from Ditya Halim Hadinata. He did not expect his fad to end in reality. He was just joking with the young master who recently often invited to meet his master.

It turned out to be a fad and a real prize. A few days ago Matt called him and asked him what kind of gift he wanted. Even though Sam just said he wanted a new motorbike that he had long craved. Imagining his fantastic price, Sam did not expect much.

However, Ditya was not kidding. How surprised Sam, yesterday afternoon there was a dealer delivering a new bike for him without expecting. The color and typ was exactly what he had dreamed.

And this morning, as soon as he woke up still with the elephant sheath sitting, Sam was already sitting in the yard looking at his new motorbike with happiness. Last night he could not sleep well, his feelings were turbulent full of passion. A tired body is not able to dampen his heart that is partying. His new muscular shadow reluctantly disappeared from his eye peluk.

“Sam!” call Donny. Suddenly the senior assistant sat down, looking enviously at the new bike before him. Almost twenty-seven years with Riadi, let alone the bike, the bike he did not have.

“New motor again?” donny asked, also amazed by Sam's achievements are not about.

Among the line of assistants, it was Sam who was the luckiest. Pram's been given, and now he's got a gift that doesn't play games. A motorbike with a price that is not cheap.

“Gift of his admirer Non Kailla,” Sam said with his arrogance.

“Hah?! Seriously. How-to? Ajarin dong!” pinta Donny, enthusiastic.

“Seriously! If he asks to meet Non Kailla do not report to Mr. Pram, later if he has met several times, new reports. Continuously seduced, put on a bright look,” said Sam with his leisure.

“Very easy. It's good to have a beautiful employer. Can be peddled around,” continued Sam origin.

“I targeted Mas Dion after this, you still remember the theme of Non Kailla campus which is now Pak Bara's assistant. Mumpung Non Kailla is not pregnant, still selling if peddled. Dion is now a success. In the past it seemed like she had a taste with Non Kailla.”

“If Non Kailla's stomach is already bloated, let alone there is already about, where anyone believes that there are men asking me and I say Non Kailla is still single,” Sam chirped.

“Terus?” donny asked confused.

“Pedekate, Bro. Keep trying to meet Non Kailla. Yeah, well, just take Non Kailla to meet. Later, just pretend to put the cell phone in the glass. Put on a face. Later also offered to buy a new phone,” said Sam relaxed.

Plakkk!!

Donny hits Sam's shoulder tight. Annoyed by Sam's original answer.

“What crazy! Can be skinned by Mr. Pram if I visit his wife. Usually I just benefit guys who want to take Non Kailla. Usually they are willing to bribe for the sake of getting information about Non Kailla,” explained Sam.

“Totally?” ask Donny.

Sam nodded. “I'm serious. I've been told by guys who like Non Kailla on campus. Pretty Bro, got lunch,” Sam's story.

“Since then I learned a lot. You don't know what Non Kailla's campus is like. Just got off the car there were already suits. Mr. Pram who rarely takes his wife to campus. If she finds out, I'm sure Non Kailla will be locked up in the room, forced to get pregnant so that no one bothers her anymore.

Donny shook his head. However, he would not dare to do so. He has no luck as lucky as Sam, who always loved Kailla and became Pram's confidant. Even he heard it himself from Sam's mouth, if something happened to his employer, Pram had left Kailla to Sam.

***

If Sam is happy with his new bike in the yard, instead Pram is holding back his headaches since dawn. He did not dare to get out of bed. His world was spinning violently, even while closing his eyes.

From that moment on he didn't allow Kailla to go far away from him. Asking his wife to accompany him on the bed, while massaging his temple with eucalyptus oil.

“Honey, I call the doctor huh?” tawar Kailla, could not bear to see Pram who complained of pain.

“No..! I'm it's okay. I'm fine, only my head suddenly hurts.” Resist Pram, curled spoiled in Kailla's lap. A little more comfortable, while enjoying the scent of his wife who has not yet taken a bath.

“Kai, please have Mother Ida make me warm tea,” pinta Pram.

Kailla nodded. It had just moved, but Pram was already holding his hand.

“Kai, you don't go. Stay here with me. Contact Ibu Ida's phone only,” pinta Pram with its effect.

The relationship is improving, after three weeks ago there was a quarrel and ended with the threat of Pram who asked to separate. Since then, Kailla has started to change a bit, though she still likes to be naughty with Sam out there sometimes.

Pram also softens, does not prolong the problem. Closing the story of his wife who is sometimes still unstable and difficult to guess. There are many things that trigger everything. Twenty-four years they were together, four years they were married, not a short time. The two already know each other. Not to mention until this moment, there were no signs of the appearance of a baby in Kailla's womb.

“Honey, we go to the doctor only,” pinta Kailla after successfully contacting Mother Ida, gently touching her husband's forehead. Started to worry when he saw a paled face with cold hands in his clutches.

“No need. I just need a short break and everything will be fine,” Reject Pram.

It was not long before Mother Ida appeared after knocking and calling in front of the room door. His face turned startled after seeing the condition of his employer.

“What happened Non?” tanyanya while handing over a cup of warm tea.

“I don't know, Mom. From dawn it has been like this,” sahut Kailla with a clear face.

“Let's wake up, darling,” pinta Kailla. Guided her husband's body to sit down and helped the man finish his warm tea.

Just spent a third of a cup, changing his stomach churned. As soon as the warm liquid that passed through the esophagus went down, his entrails immediately protested right then and there.

Staggering and staggering, Pram rushed towards the bathroom, spilling his entrails into the sink.

“Honey, we should go to the doctor only,” pinta Kailla, gently rub the nape of her husband. Her worry grew, as her husband collapsed, resting on the sink after spilling all of her entrails.

“Did I eat wrong?” pram asked in surprise, turning around to hug Kailla.

“We're going to the doctor. How can you go to the office if your condition is like this,” complained Kailla.

Pram still shakes. “Help me to bed. I'm gonna take a nap. After my stomach contents came out all, a little better,” explained Pram, still holding back his headache.

“Drinking headache medicine only yes?” haggard Kailla, run in search of the medicine box.

“Iya, I want to sleep for a while, later please wake me up. I have to attend a meeting at the office,” pinta Pram, close my eyes.

***

The time has shown at 11:00 pm, when Pram who began to get better came down from his room with after his ash office. His face was already ordinary and was not hit by any more intense headaches after resting his body for a moment.

Kailla who tailed behind also looked beautiful with a simple lacy dress.

“You sure you want to stay in the office?” ask Kailla, make sure.

“Iya Darling. I'm fine,” said Pram.

“Again I. There is still an important meeting after lunch. After that still have to review one of my projects,” continued Pram, smiling.

“Where are you going?” ask Pram wonder.

“Sam asked me to find clothes to wear at graduation. I have not prepared it, even though it is just counting days,” said Kailla.

“You want me to accompany?” tawar Pram, grabbing his wife's hand and holding her to the dining table.

“No need, I just briefly.” Kailla refused.

Deftly, the clumsy finger grabbed two slices of bread, polished them with peanut butter and handed them to Pram.

“I love you,” said Pram, peeping both of Kailla's cheeks, complete with a warm kiss on the forehead and ending on the lips.

“Me, too.”

“Do not be naughty! Don't come out too long,” pinta Pram, walk out.

***

Kailla is busy choosing the modern kebaya she will wear at graduation. She had no more sewing time, as she was left behind by several days. Choose to buy ready-made at one of the famous boutiques subscription.

The eye was still busy observing one by one the kebaya worn by the mannequin, as one walked in and startled it.

“Hai Kailla, how are you?” ask Ditya. The man was suddenly behind her.

“Ha?! Bytes?” ask Kailla wonder.

“How can it be here?” ask again.

“You forgot I live near here,” you said relax.

“This one is beautiful,” he said pointing to one of the mannequins. The bright red kebaya is simple, yet it looks elegant.

“This?” ask Kailla again to make sure.

Ditya.

“Ah is too menor. I don't like it,” protests Kailla.

“Try it, I'll give it to you. Come!” pinta Ditya pleads.

With a heavy heart Kailla complied, tried it out and showed it to the handsome man.

“Beauty!” praise Ditya. Try to replace the lipsticks with red ones, her hair is curled,” said Ditya again, pointing towards the lips. Asking one of the employees at the boutique to help Kailla.

Before long, Kailla was out with her new look. Ditya stared with round eyes full of admiration.

“If not the wife of people and her past is not complicated, I have brought her home to the palace of Halim,” Inner Ditya.

“Perfect!” yells.

Sam was not there, Kailla's assistant was busy looking for a suit for her graduation. He promised Kailla he'd meet in the lobby.

“Kai, I want a part,” said Ditya suddenly. Kailla, who was still busy looking for other kebaya, seemed to stop her activities.

“What's up?” kailla asked in surprise, with her face dimming instantly.

“I'm going to Germany, don't know when to return,” said Ditya, lying. The man opted to step down from Kailla and Pram's relationship, after receiving a report from Sam, his presence sparking Kailla's quarrel with her husband.

“But I try to attend your graduation later,” he continued, with both hands folded in the chest.

“OK. Say hello to your mama,” said Kailla flatly, hiding the feeling of her loss.

“Later I'll tell you. Say hello to your husband,” said Ditya thrust his hand.

Kailla's hand shook violently as she greeted Ditya's hand. There was a lot of flogging inside his chest at this moment. If he could choose, he would cultivate this feeling, but the circumstances were not possible. The universe does not support it.

“About your daddy, I'll keep a close eye on him. Hopefully there is good news as soon as possible,” said Ditya.

“See you, I have to go back to the office” said Ditya.

“Select everything you want. I'll pay for it. Designer and owner of this boutique is my friend,” explained Ditya again.

Kailla. Not answering at all, sentence after sentence that slid out from Ditya's lips. Can only stare at the burly back with the work suit away. These four months, Ditya filled his days a lot. They rarely met, especially during the past three weeks Kailla refused to see him. But the two routinely communicate, exchanging news through short messages. Even after her number was destroyed by Pram, Ditya was still able to trace her new number.

The two tears dripped without compromise. I don't know what Ditya means in his life, but during these four months, the handsome man once inhabited his heart. His little attention could shake his feelings. When he quarrels with Pram, the man will be his loyal listener. When he is upset, the man will listen to all his chatter willingly.

He will feel lost. No more friends to discuss the problem of daddy, or just tell about his latest output bag. With Pram, he can't do it. Her husband was too rigid and did not understand the matter of fashion. It is very different from Ditya.

The mood was destroyed, unable to continue the shopping event. Just bring home the kebaya that was chosen by Ditya for him who will be sent to his house directly.

Just as he was about to leave the boutique, one of the boutique employees called out to him.

“Mbak, this is a deposit from Mas who was,” he explained, handed a small shopping bag to Kailla.

“The danger will be sent home, Miss later in the afternoon,” he continued again, reminding.

Kailla just nodded without speaking. His mind is a mess already. Feeling the loss of a figure that usually accompanies his days even though only through messages. Ditya's farewell sentence was not as usual. Often the man said goodbye when he wanted to go abroad, but did not come to him specifically like today.

Arriving at the elevator, his mind was still floating. It appears he was trying to find out the contents of the bag that the employee had left him. Tearing apart a small box that turned out to be a necklace with a beautiful diamond-studded pendant.

Too busy admiring her gift until she did not realize at all the moment the elevator door opened, someone was already waiting for her.

Kailla's steps stopped right in front of the elevator door. The feeling that was a mess now was more messy. Looking at his back alone, he already knew who was standing with both hands tucked in his pants pocket.

“Sa..yang..,” greet Kailla with a stamped voice.

And sure enough, when that back turned around, she could see the stiff face of her husband who was waiting for her there with a face that was difficult to express. I don't know when her husband was standing there. And that means he must be ready with Pram's anger again, if the man finds out his meeting with Ditya who accidentally in the boutique earlier.

Not far from where Pram was standing, Sam looked down. It seems, the assistant had already been nagged. It was clearly visible from Sam's frightened face. A few weeks ago, Sam had already received anger from Kailla for reporting all her meetings with Ditya on Pram. From that moment on, Sam chose silence, not daring to do it again.

Pram is indeed her employer, but Kailla's anger is more terrible. Even her female employer threatened to throw her motorcycle into the ocean across the house.

***

To be continued

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