The President's Wife

Chapter 115: I love you

Pram sat in anxiety in front of the ICU room. It was not a new experience for her, but this time it was not Riadi lying inside there, but her own mother.

He had just been able to breathe a sigh of relief, after nearly an hour of holding his breath as the struggling mother was transferred from the old hospital to the new one.

The man's anxiety was sidetracked as Kailla's spoiled voice that suddenly sounded so close to him. His wife ran towards him still with her toga.

“Honey..,” call Kailla with a puffy face and flushed eyeballs. She instantly dropped her body right on Pram's side, leaning spoiled on her husband's shoulder without permission, again sobbing violently.

“Who drove you?” pram asked, trying to smile amid the turmoil of his heart. Followed by the body of Kailla, who she knew was clearly holding a disappointment because of her absence on her most important day.

“Sam.” Kailla answered softly.

“I'm sorry. I've missed your most important day,” Pram whispered, pulling Kailla's body into his arms.

By hugging Kailla, he could strengthen the feelings of his wife who was injured, as well as strengthen his heart that was struggling to think about the state of his mother.

“Congratulations! My wife has become a scholar now, “ said Pram, peeping Kailla's forehead feelingly. There were two clear hairs falling from both of Pram's eyeballs. The tears that he himself had were hard to decipher.

“Mama why?” kailla asked, staring at her husband who suddenly shed tears. The wiggly hands helped wipe his tears.

“Mama must be fine,” Kailla said again, hugging tightly Pram's waist. Trying to strengthen her husband in the midst of the disappointment she tried to hide.

To be honest, Kailla is very disappointed right now. Pram, his only family, could not attend his graduation. However, he was quite understanding of the matter and Pram's current feelings.

She was also in her husband's position. He knew how anxious and frightened Pram was at the moment. For this reason, Kailla can only harbor her own disappointment.

Suppose he was in the Pram position, he would have done the same. He would choose his parents. His disappointment with Pram, not as much as his disappointment in the fate and destiny of his life.

It's not fair to blame her husband, when there's something more to blame, the owner of life, who's designed such a sad scenario for her life.

“You've eaten?” kailla asked, looking at Pram's face that was too messy, even.

“I'm not hungry,” said Pram, shaking his head.

“I'm hungry, I want to eat,” pinta Kailla, whining as usual. She was sure her husband had not eaten since morning. She knew her husband well.

Kailla's words suddenly made Pram turn his head. Forced to smile, and ordered Bayu to drive Kailla for food.

“I'll eat here, Bay. Please order me mixed rice,” Kailla's pinta on her husband's assistant.

Kinar who sat not far from the couple could only stare in silence. Dare not to come near, or comment. Nowadays everyone is tired and tense. He is unwilling to trigger things to get worse with his presence that might disturb Pram and Kailla.

***

"Open your mouth, dear," asked Kailla, thrusting a mouthful of rice into her husband's mouth.

Kaila was feeding mixed rice into her husband's mouth when a doctor came out of the ICU after an examination of her mother-in-law. A faint smile was seen on the lips of the stocky man in his doctor uniform.

“Finally, the patient's condition began to stabilize. We will continue to monitor him. If indeed the situation continues to improve, tomorrow it may be transferred to the treatment room,” explained the doctor who is estimated to have exceeded half a century.

Pram can breathe a sigh of relief. The burden that had accumulated in his tired body, was now as if lifted.

“What patients can already be visited, doc?” ask Pram again. I can't wait to see the condition of my mother.

“Maybe tomorrow. At this time the patient is not fully conscious. Still under the influence of drugs. We will also continue to monitor for the next 24 hours.”

The last sentence of the doctor can make Pram smile with relief. Grabbing Kailla's body and clutching her tightly.

“Thank you, dear,” whispered Pram, in between his arms. I don't know what to thank you for, but I feel relieved.

***

Next day.

Ibu Citra's condition began to improve, making Pram who waited all day yesterday in the hospital, could leave his mother with Kinar. The man has started his office again. Some of his work is still pending. And he also has to finish it.

Early in the morning he left his home to visit his mother. Even he did not have time to say goodbye to Kailla who was still coiled comfortably behind her warm blanket.

From the hospital, he went straight to his lawyer. The business yesterday was not finished. There are still some things to prepare.

That afternoon, Pram seemed to sit daydreaming at his desk. Even the man missed his lunch hour. His appetite suddenly disappeared.

Pram now chooses to enjoy his solitude, repeating story after story, his four-year household trip with Kailla.

There is happiness, there is hurt. There was a smile, there were tears. There are likes and of course there is suffering. Everything went perfectly in its path. Until finally, these past four months, Pram faced reality, accepting the fear he had been trying to hide.

“Kailla doesn't love her.”

That line of words, for a hundred and twenty days it kept playing in his brain, dancing in his mind. He has the body of his wife, but not his heart. He had tried to reach his wife's deepest heart, but everything was difficult. Kailla is still Kailla. The bad boy's heart was touched by him.

His love, his patience, his understanding all this time was not enough. In the end, Pram had to admit defeat. Pram must accept the reality.

The tears fell back. For some reason, lately he became a whiny man and easily decompose tears. His hand had already grabbed the drawer on his desk. Take out a black folder containing the files he received earlier from his personal lawyer.

While putting the black map back into the drawer, Pram contacted Stella, the secretary.

“Ste, clear all my schedule today. If there's anything urgent, have David handle it for me.”

Pram's last order to his secretary. Not long after, the man had already walked out in a suit draped in his arm while clutching the black map in his other hand.

Arriving at his black car, Pram is seen sitting in the back seat. Leaned while closing his eyes. Trying to throw away his tiredness.

“Bay, we're going to Ma'am Kailla's grave. Take me to the hospital!” pram's orders. The man is seen massaging his temples, trying to eliminate the pain that strikes his head suddenly.

“To where Mom Citra?” tanya Bayu made sure.

“To Riadi place,” suhut Short Pram.

***

That night, just like the usual night, Pram returned home by nine. Soak for a while to stretch his muscles. Not for half an hour, the man had already come out with a bathrobe wrapped around his naked body.

A mischievous smile was engraved on his lips, when he found his wife who fell asleep in a challenging pose. Their relationship improved with each side choosing to make peace and not prolong affairs.

Pram has climbed into the bed. Gently rubbing Kailla's perfectly exposed smooth thighs. The satin-style sheer nightgown could not cover his wife's body, but the opposite happened. Messy, exposed everywhere. Even Pram can see clearly the twin mounds that look far enlarged lately. Squeezing and poking out of her nightgown.

“Kailla, you really tested your husband. Again you are not wearing underwear,” whispered Pram trying to resist his burning desire.

With one pull, Pram chose a sensation that was slightly different from before. The two burly hands grabbed the tip of Kailla's nightgown, pulling her in the opposite direction. In an instant the sound of the dress ripping, woke the sleeping princess.

“What's up?” kailla asked in a hoarse voice. Unaware yet that Pram has ripped off his last bastion. Even her husband had already stripped her naked.

“I want you tonight,” whispered soft Pram, down the curves of Kailla's face with her index tip. The fingers were playing around, painting slowly on the skin of Kailla's naked body. Gives an amused sensation and arouses the passion that falls asleep.

“Aahhhh...” sigh Kailla, kneeling full of resignation, when Pram's fingers twisted the beautiful mountaintop of his wife.

Kailla's second sigh follows, when Pram's other hand does the same. However, this time Pram silenced Kailla's lips, not wanting a sigh for Kailla's sigh to make her fly too fast into the clouds.

Kailla's stained fingers have squeezed the rough cotton bed linen patterned leaves of monstera. Makes it more messy like the rest of the world war. With both legs flexed resisting the incredible sensation that Pram thrust upon her. Her husband really made her crazy tonight.

Unlike the previous nights, Pram looks very professional and full of totality tonight. Absent every inch of his wife's charming body, with nothing left. Smacking every part of the body plain intoxicating like opium, with nothing to pass.

“Honey..” call Kailla sighs great, while squeezing rough wavy hair of her husband.

Pram was giving a thorough kiss in every inch of Kailla's body.. Giving a sign of ownership flushed, almost evenly. The smooth white tie neck was fully controlled by Pram, at this time the man was expanding into other regions.

“Aaahhhh.!” kailla's sigh breaks again as the twin mounds, one of the world's remaining wonders, take their turn.

Catching and squeezing, occasionally drenched and small bites there, make the owner strangled and dance beautifully like a hot worm on the bed.

Currently the roar of breath both hunt like the steps of a horse that is racing in the race. Mutually, answering each other. Pram went upstairs, looking at Kailla's smiling face full of satisfaction shortly after her first release.

The spoiled rah with red lips harrumphed Pram's mind. With a grim, mel”umat and mastered his wife's tiny lips, silencing the sigh that arises drowned along with the desire that was just so changed.

Pram's making Kailla crazy tonight. Pram made her queen tonight. Pram treated him with a lot of feeling. After a few minutes Pram carried his wife into the air, flying towards the clouds, circling the sky. In the next minute, Pram softly kissed his wife's seeds while smiling with sincerity.

“I hope you remember tonight,” whispered Pram softly in Kailla's ear, before doing a wonderful unification down there.

“I love you, Kai. Loves you so much. Whatever I do, as long as I can make my wife's little lips always smile. Whatever I will do, as long as I can make my wife's beautiful eyes stop crying,” whispered Pram, before doing a jolt for the sake of a loving jolt at their beautiful union.

Pram's hands gently stroked his wife's long, messy hair, with lips that kept whispering love in Kailla's ears.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Tens maybe hundreds of times, Pram's lips never tired of saying the same sentence, accompanying the jolt that will take them to heaven, saturating the most beautiful nirvana.

“I love you, Kailla.. Rialis.. Dirgantara,” said Pram interrupted Kailla's moans and sighs as they reached the loveliest peak together. Still with great breath. Pram.

“Say you love me, just once, darling,” pinta Pram begs. When his body fell down exhausted overstimulating his wife's body.

“I love you,” whispered Kailla slowly.

The burly body shook violently, trembling withstanding her cries. “Thank you, my wife Kailla Riadi Dirgantara,” said Pram, get up soon. Sitting on the side of the bed, with his face down.

His tears spilled, his cries broke right then and there. Almost ten minutes later, the man was silent there, leaving Kailla confused. Still with her innocent body, Kailla hugged the burly back of a sweaty pram from behind

“Darling, you why?” ask Kailla wonder.

“I'm sorry,” said Pram. His voice was full of regret.

“I feel like I failed to be your husband. I cannot make you happy,” Pram said again.

The man walked towards the walk in closet, picked up his nightshirt and Kailla's nightgown. After changing clothes, she clings to Kailla's hand who still does not understand what has happened.

Pram took Kailla into his study. His wife still did not understand. However, Kailla smelled something wrong. In the room was a small suitcase belonging to her husband standing near the desk.

“Sign here, Darling. Please claim your husband's divorce,” said Pram, removing a piece of paper that has been engraved and stamped in it. It looks like Pram put it on the table, followed by a gold-plated pen there.

Deg—

Like a lightning bolt that suddenly struck in the middle of silence. No rain, no wind, no sign of anything. Kaila was still trying to digest what her husband wanted to say.

“What is this, Honey?” ask Kailla, make sure. Though he had heard clearly, but he was not prepared for the reality that Pram had proffered before his eyes.

“I failed to be your husband. I can only make you cry. I cannot make you happy,” said Pram, full of regret and guilt.

“I don't want to be selfish because of my great love for you. I want you to be happy, even if not with me. Maybe there are others who will make you happy,” explained Pram with a stammering voice.

“I don't want to part with you,” refuse Kailla.

“You're just not used to it yet. You are too comfortable with my presence, until you cannot realize your own feelings.”

“If I let you go, you can pursue your true love,” Pram continued.

Kailla returned to her head. Her tears spilled for a moment, her lips silent, unable to make a sound. He never imagined there would be today.

“This is one proof of my love for you. Please welcome your freedom. You are free to love any man without guilt and sin for being in a relationship with me.”

“You can establish a new relationship, without dropping your pride because it is considered cheating on me,” explained Pram again.

“I may be destroyed, I may be hurt, but I do not want you to be considered cheap and guilty for pursuing your love while still my wife. I told you before, don't cheat. Just tell me, I will take you off sincerely despite the weight.”

“I don't want,” reject Kailla, teary-eyed.

It looks like Pram took out another piece of paper. Kaila can see the contents of the map, there's her wedding book and Pram in there.

“If you don't want to do it, I will sue for your divorce" said Pram, immediately affixing his signature on the stamp.

“I don't want to divorce you. Honey, don't do this,” pinta Kailla begged.

Pram flinch, save the file he just signed. It looks like he took out another map from his desk drawer.

“This house, all cars, and some apartment units following savings and deposits I've diverted on your behalf. Let me occupy my old apartment, and bring the car I used to wear to the office. The rest will be yours,” Pram explained.

“All your needs, all the costs in this house, including the salaries of the assistants, I will continue to bear it until you remarry.”

“Honey, I don't want to part with you,” kailla's love, this time she hugged her husband. Sobbing in Pram's arms.

“Hey, Bad boy! No cry. Our relationship remains. It all just decides our marital status. I will keep you until you find the right man,” Pram explained in a quivering voice, holding back his own grief. His hand was gently rubbing Kailla's back.

“I don't want to, Honey. I want us to stay as usual,” pinta Kailla spoiled.

“Sleep, I have to go now,” said Pram let go of his embrace. The tears that he had been trying to contain had finally escaped. Flowing on his cheeks unstoppably.

After saving all the maps into place. Pram only carries a lawsuit and its terms will be submitted to his lawyer. The man, was seen grabbing his suitcase. Prepare to drag that square thing out.

Just when you're about to grab the doorknob. Pram turned.

“Tomorrow David will tell you where important letters are stored and the safe code,” Pram explained, staring at Kailla who was still crying violently in her place standing.

“I'm not willing, Honey. Kiss me for the last time,” pinta Pram, stretch your arms ready to welcome Kailla.

***

To be continued

Love you all

Thank ye.