The President's Wife

Chapter 114: I'll catch up with you

Kailla was still crying, sitting on the front steps of the meeting hall where her graduation ceremony was held. Leaning on a concrete pillar, hugging the giant flower arrangement that Ditya sent for her through Matt, the assistant.

Sam seemed to stand, still complete with toga that felt reluctant to be released, left in front of Kailla. Since then he has been sitting standing repeatedly, trying to persuade by all means and efforts that the employer would want to go home.

“Come on, we're home. Mr. Pram must have some important business. Otherwise, where it is possible not to attend the graduation of Non Kailla,” refer Sam. This time, she sat down beside Kailla, gently patting her violently shaking shoulders with a puffy face as most cried.

“This moment is the moment our family is waiting for. Everyone will try to come. Mr. Pram must be too. I'm sure there is no element of deliberate here,” said Sam, starting diplomacy.

“Non know. Let alone Mr. Pram, yesterday I had a video call with Michael in the village. I told you today, I'm graduating. If Michael can take his own bus to Jakarta. I'm sure he'll also try to come attend my graduation.”

Kailla turned her head, looking at her assistant in surprise.

“Michael?” kailla asked, frowning her forehead. Just this time heard the name of Sam's friend in the village there was a man named Michael. Usually Surip, Paijo, Maman or a little cooler Budi. But Sam never told me about Michael.

"Yes Non. According to Mr. RT, my neighbor in the village, where I left Michael. As soon as I finished the video call and heard I was about to graduate, Michael didn't stop bleating all night. Even until morning,” clear Sam with his serious face.

Kailla shook her head. He knows Sam's madness, but not in the least, Sam's madness to this extent. Michael in question turned out to be his pet goat.

“Non don't believe?” ask Sam again.

“This I'm honest yes Non. Yesterday when I told Mr. RT that today I will graduate and get a college degree. Residents of the village immediately flocked to gather at Mr. RT's house, congratulating me.”

“Non knows, I was the first person in my village to get a college degree. Bachelor artisan drawing if they say. I said their interior design doesn't understand, so I explained it as easily as possible so they understand.”

Kailla. This kailla her cries began to subside. Sam's story began to cheer him up.

“Nih, I've asked Ricko to record the transfer procession of our toga rope earlier, Non. Complete is not cut. Has Non also exist,” Sam story, while showing the video stored in the gallery of his phone.

“I promised Mr. RT in my village yesterday will send him later. My villagers will hold a viewing event with my graduation procession at the village hall tonight at seven Lake time ,” Sam's story again.

This time Kailla was completely shocked. “Job Sam!” Kailla said as she closed her gaped mouth.

“I'm serious. Now, Ricko also recorded my mother and father while in the building earlier.” Sam again showed the video piece to Kailla, as Sam's mother and father waved at the camera.

“My father just this time in a suit, Non. Mother's lips also just this time touched the lisptik. Usually in the village, the mother only uses betel mixed betel nut,” continued Sam again.

Hearing the story of Sam's mother and father, Kailla's cries began to tighten again. Remembering his fate of having no one.

“I.I have no one. Mama's not there, daddy's in a coma. Only my husband left behind. Even my husband could not come,” Og Kailla, back two tears fell back.

Sam patted Kailla's shoulder warmly again. “Pak Pram would also like to come here, Non. It's just that maybe he has some urgent business.”

“Buktinya, my villagers who only know, so happy to hear I will graduate. Especially Mr. Pram, husband Non. Surely he also wants to attend,” said Sam trying to entertain.

Kailla was still not willing to stop her crying, the longer, the louder. However, the sudden ringing of the mobile phone made him forced to wipe the tears reminiscing. Her husband's name appears and flashes there.

“Why not lift, Non? Later Mr. Pram worried,” asked Sam confused.

Kailla. “I don't want to talk to him yet. I want to calm down, enjoy my miserable fate,” Kailla explained.

His hands tried to cover his own ears, letting the phone get tired of ringing. He was still in grief, until two metallic black sedans came into the courtyard of the building, stopping right in front of them.

The first black car opened, four well-built men came out, looking for positions in the four corners. Stand up straight in a ready position.

Kailla was surprised, inwardly thinking which official had the wrong address. What is being sought in an already deserted building is no longer any occupant.

Kailla's shock was answered already, when the second car opened. He appeared in a work suit, a black suit and shiny expensive shoes, complete with Chopard glasses and a baseball cap covering part of his face. Behind looks tailed Ditya's assistant, Matt respectfully bowed.

“It turns out the Asian Lion who wants to meet the female tiger,” Sam's inner, after confirming who got out of the car.

Sam, who had been sitting next to Kailla, chose to step aside when he saw Ditya coming to see his master. Secretly, the assistant contacts Pram, reporting the guest who met Kailla.

***

“Kai, why are you crying?” ditya asked, climbing the stairs until he reached where Kailla was sitting.

The man still had not opened his glasses and hat, pulled his pants so freely, sitting right beside Kailla. Smiling as the corner of her eyes caught the flower arrangement that was in Kailla's embrace. The flower arrangement she sent this morning, through Matt.

“Congratulation!” ditya said, smiling.

“Thanks,” says Kailla slowly.

“Your husband can't come?” ask Ditya. Though the man already knew clearly what happened to the sobbing woman beside him.

Ditya's question makes Kailla squander in Ditya's arms. Crying at will, shedding his sorrow.

“Have not cried again,” whispered Ditya, hesitantly stroking Kailla's back gently.

Kaill took off her embrace, looking at the man sitting beside her with a look of disbelief.

“Don't look at me like this! My fate and yours are not much different. I can't move freely.” Ditya explained, pointing towards the four bodyguards that were guarding him at this moment.

Kailla was quite surprised, because all this time Ditya had never visited her with a complete escort. Usually every time we meet in the hospital, the man looks alone.

“Don't be surprised. This is my real life,” explained Ditya.

“It's outside, different when we're in the hospital. I don't have to bring them in. My bodyguard is just waiting in the parking lot,” continued Ditya.

Kailla nodded, a sign that she was quite familiar with the situation. His life is not much different either. Always under control, everywhere. Can't move freely.

“I came just to keep my promise. Didn't I promise I'll see you at graduation yesterday. I just had time now,” said Ditya slowly, pulling down his hat. Trying to cover his face and identity.

“I'll say goodbye first. I can't stay long,” said Ditya.

Again Kailla hugged a handsome man who was trying to hide his identity. Hugging and crying back.

“Hey, don't cry. You are a scholar now.”

“Sorry!” said Ditya before cupping Kailla's face with both hands. Ditya seemed to take back the jewelry box that Pram had returned to her.

“This is yours, yesterday fell,” said Ditya.

“I'll say goodbye first. Hurry home. Do not wait here.” said Ditya, immediately get up from his seat. Dashing, walk back to his car. Before the accompaniment of the car came out of the building yard, Ditya opened the car window and waved his hand.

***

The car that Bayu drove stopped on the side of the highway right in front of the building where the graduation ceremony. The man who was still tightly grunting the steering wheel, frowned in astonishment when he saw two black-robed cars parked right in front of the building. Not until there, his heartbeat almost stopped when he saw the scene on the stairs. Kailla and Ditya are hugging.

“Bos!” Bayu looked back.

The first thing he saw was Pram who was clenching his hands with the muscles at the temple protruding out. The man was looking in the same direction as her.

“Bay, stay here,” command Pram, sigh, trying to temper his emotions. His eagle eyes did not switch in the slightest, staring at his wife from a distance without blinking. Record all the intimate moments that happened between Kailla and Ditya.

A drop of tears fell, Pram immediately rubbed roughly. Trying to hide it from Bayu. Hiding his broken heart and feelings from the world.

His gaze was still glaring, looking at his wife's face from a distance. When Sam called him, he had already prepared his heart. However, he did not expect, it felt like it would hurt this much. There was a lot of whipping in his heart. The heartache, disappointment, regret and sadness of seeing Kailla's tears coming down again.

Silently still looking at the same spot, Pram was startled by the ringing of the mobile phone distracting him. Noisy shrieks disturbed his behavior.

“David!” she whispered slowly, before receiving the call from her assistant.

“Pram! Quickly go back to the hospital. The hospital needs your consent to transfer your mother to another hospital that has more complete medical facilities. And that requires your signature, given the risks that could occur. I dare not sign it,” explained David panicked.

The man forgets the usual courtesy he takes care of during work hours. Forgetting the status of Presidents and assistants. Today there is more important than adab and politeness.

“Bay, we're back to the hospital!” pram's orders, still reluctant to take his eyes off the wife who was alone with another man.

The car had just moved forward, when Pram opened his voice again. Sentences that sound heartbreaking and heartbreaking. There was a tone of despair, disappointment and regret.

“Bay, I've failed at being a husband. I hope, I did not fail to be a child,” said Pram slowly.

“I failed to please my wife. I hope God is still kind to me. Doesn't make me fail to save my mama's life,” Pram continued again.

Back the crystal liquid flowed from the closed eyes that were leaning in resisting his fatigue. He hasn't had breakfast, hasn't even had a shower since morning.

The journey to the hospital was filled with silence. Pram chose to silence, while imagining his wife's crying face. Until finally, he could no longer bear the burden of his feelings. Call back Kailla.

Pram's lucky enough, Kailla's softened.

“Iya Darling,” greet Kailla from across. Still heard the remains of a sob that was clearly heard from his wife's restrained voice.

“I'm sorry, Honey. Mama is critical, I can't attend your graduation,” said Pram, biting his own lips, holding his voice a bit unvibrating. It was hard to say a sentence that would only destroy his wife.

“Send the address. I'll catch up with you to the hospital,” Kailla said, slowly.

***

To be continued

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