The President's Wife

Chapter 116: Refusing to Break Up

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

Kailla had only been able to cry. Pram gives him a surprise that he can't even accept. It feels between believing and not believing, on the verge of the boundary of being sure and unsure. The figure that stood with the silver suitcase in her hand was like not Pram, her husband who for 4 years accompanied her life.

The man who wipes his tears when he cries. The man who volunteered his shoulder when he was weak and fell. However, the man who had been looking after her for 24 years would leave her alone.

When Anita comes and messes up her life, she can still stand firm. When the kidnapping ended in miscarriage, he was still able to rise. Even when her in-laws cursing and dropping her pride she can still be strong, though,

However, when Pram said the word divorce, his body collapsed instantly. Refusing to believe and not being able to accept. You don't have to live without a man who is already a part of you.

“No! You didn't really divorce me, did you? Tell me it's just a prank, honey!” pinta Kailla, scattering and hugging her husband tightly. Clenching and crying great in the chest of the Pram field.

“You can't go anywhere!” kailla orders in between her pranks, grabs a suitcase from Pram's hand and throws it to the ground at the desk.

Brakk!!

The sound of the suitcase hitting the table and lying on the floor made Pram smile.

“Darling, already,” whispered Pram, stroking the long hair of a disheveled Kailla. She could feel Kailla's tight embrace twisting around her waist and not allowing her to leave.

“Do not go!” Kailla cried like a child whining to her father. His two legs stomped to the floor alternately violently, along with his cries getting louder.

He was still unable to accept, everything was so sudden and sudden. No quarrels, no debates. Even they had just spent a beautiful long night together.

However, suddenly Pram got up and offered a divorce lawsuit that must be signed. His rejection ended with Pram who eventually drilled ink on the stamp. Kailla's world is destroyed, collapsing unceremoniously..

“Already. Don't cry,” pinta Pram softly. Cupping a pretty messy face, ornate tears.

Kailla shook her head, burying her face into her husband's chest again. Pram could. feel clearly Kailla's rejection being so strong.

“Come, I go to bed,” take Pram, grab Kailla's hand and bring her back to their room which will soon be just a Kailla's room.

When the judge's hammer hits the table, it means that Pram will only be an outsider, not having any rights over Kailla.

Kailla was still reluctant to take off, even while walking still hugging Pram's burly waist tightly. Entering the room, Kailla immediately locked the door. Pull the key and run to the bathroom. Throw the key into the toilet seat and press the button that makes the water scatter out. The key disappeared into the closet, disappearing instantly.

“Kai, what are you doing?” ask Pram, chuckle. He had to follow Kailla to the bathroom, worried that his wife would do things beyond common sense.

“Come, we sleep now,” pinta Pram, come into the bathroom. Just about to grab Kailla's hand, but his wife refuses.

“No. Want to carry,” pinta Kailla with spoiled. Hurry up to the top of the closet, waiting for Pram to agree to his request. As usual, her indulgence will melt her husband.

“Come!” Pram said, immediately crouch and thrust his back without protest. The longer Kailla stood on the seat, the more dangerous it was. It could be that the lid of the toilet is unable to support the weight of Kailla's body and make her fall.

Both hands are tightly wrapped around the neck, plus the weight of the load that begins to feel on its back. Pram walked while carrying his wife out. Enjoying the moment by second together with Kailla who might not be able to feel it again.

“I don't want a divorce,” whispered Kailla in Pram's ear. Her cry came out again, but without a sound. Only occasionally did a slow sobbing sound until finally his body was lowered slowly onto the bed.

“Sleep,” pinta Pram, after making sure Kailla is lying comfortably on top of her soft bed. The room was still a mess, the remnants of the heat struggle and Kailla was still clearly visible.

“Sleep with me here,” whine Kailla, pull out Pram's hand that was enveloping her.

“Iya, Darling.”

Pram relented, laying down beside Kailla. Lie on your back with both hands supporting your head. The look glared at the ceiling while biting his lips, holding back his cries.

Seeing Kailla's various behavior since then, it felt like she wanted to cry. The self-defense and confidence that had been trying to gather since yesterday had almost worn off. He almost gave up and canceled everything. However, all of this was done for Kailla.

The decision to divorce is not easy. Since long ago, Pram has prepared the heart if at any time unable to melt the heart of Kailla. Ditya's presence between them opens his eyes, if Kailla's happiness is not with him.

The hardest choice of his life. In the slightest, Pram did not expect, would be at this point. Maybe he's been overconfident all along, already having a full Kailla. However, these last four months resuscitated him.

Before taking this step, he had already gathered to beg for mercy in front of the grave of Kailla's mother, even apologizing to Riadi who was enjoying his long sleep. He apologized to both of them this afternoon before deciding to divorce.

Kailla still hugged Pram's body tightly, as if afraid of being left behind. Those beautiful eyes were still opening, not wanting to be closed. The feeling of not wanting to be left took hold of him, making his sleepiness disappear.

“Sleep Kai,” pinta Pram, stare at the top of Kailla's head from her sleeping position. The wife who will soon be an ex is burying her face in her chest.

“I don't want to sleep. Later you will leave me,” said Kailla with a pouting face.

“If you're divorced later, we can't be like this anymore. I do not want to be bullied by villagers for committing adultery with the widow at Mutiara Beach,” said Pram, hiding her feelings and pain jokingly.

“I don't want to divorce you,” whispered Kailla. The water's down again, unstoppable. Occasionally pulling the fluid that clogs his nose.

Pram sighed harshly.

“I came to your graduation yesterday. And I saw you hugging Ditya while crying,” Pram's story, with a stifled voice. Vibrating withstanding the turbulence of the stifling taste in the chest.

“Therefore you divorced me?” kailla asked, tightening her embrace.

“No. Jealousy is there, but..” Pram stopped his speech.

“I'm sorry, Honey,” cut Kailla.

“Come!” Pram pulls Kailla's body to get close to him. Hugging his wife's body was no less tight than Kailla's embrace of him.

“I'm not mad at you, I'm not jealous of you then make the decision to divorce”

“I did it because I was disappointed in myself, not disappointed in you. I failed at being a husband. I can't make you happy.”

“No..like that, dear,” said Kailla staggered.

“Should have been a long time ago, I let you go. Or not comply with daddy's request to marry you, even though daddy forced,” explained Pram.

“I can't make you happy. Maybe there are other men who can make you happy,” continued Pram.

Kailla nodded and cried.

“Ssttt, don't cry. I don't want to be selfish. Because our relationship is not just husband and wife, you are like my son,” said Pram.

“Your happiness is my priority,” said Pram.

“If I set you free, you can be with any man, no need to fear being labeled a cheap woman. If we split up, you can love any man, without worrying about the accusation of cheating on your husband.”

“I don't want to part with you, I can't imagine how to live without you,” Kaila said on the sidelines.

“I won't leave you, I'll keep you. Even I can't remarry after we're separated. I am bound by an appointment with your parents,” said Pram, a warm kiss ditabukan Pram at the head of Kailla.

“I'm sorry, for what we did earlier. I'm so heartless. Giving you divorce papers after.”

“If it may be selfish, I still wish you were pregnant after this and I have reason not to divorce you,” Pram said, closing his eyes. Try to keep the water that reminisces in both his eyeballs does not fall again.

Kailla's body shook violently in Pram's arms, crying until she had trouble breathing.

“Honey, can you kiss me,” pinta Pram, beg.

There was a pause for a moment, until finally felt the movement of Kailla. With a half-overlapping body Pram who is still her husband status. Cupping a handsome face that began to look wrinkles in both corners of his eyes was with both hands.

Slowly Kailla sprinkled a kiss on Pram's lips, a warm kiss that was immediately welcomed. The two are enjoying a kiss that will probably be their last. It looks like Pram toppled Kailla's body, took over everything.

This time it was Pram who kissed Kailla feelingly. Enjoying the kiss with tears, while hugging the waist of the man who is now on it.

“I love you, love you so much,” said Pram, after taking off his kiss.

“Honey, I love you too,” whispered Kailla slowly.

This time Pram chuckled, banging his forehead with Kailla's forehead.

“If you love me, won't hurt me. If you love me, you won't like another man. If you love me, will not want to touch and be touched by another man,” said Pram, soft. The man still had time to tidy up Kailla's messy hair child, rubbing her nose with Kaila's sharp nose reddened from crying too much.

“I will go after you fall asleep,” whispered Pram slowly, smiling warmly.

Kailla shook her head, refusing to go back, looking at the face of Pram who was still piercing his body.

“I don't want you to go,” whine Kailla with spoiled.

“I'm not going anywhere. I went back to my old apartment. You can meet me there, can also meet me at the office.”

“I don't want to. Don'tgo. I must have missed you. Who will hug me while sleeping,” pinta Kailla.

“You can contact me at any time,” Pram said.

“I'll be there for you like I used to be. Before we get married,” continued Pram.

“Cannot cancel this divorce. I don't want to split up. I beg you,” pinta Kailla, with a puffy and pinched face.

“At first, it will definitely be heavy for us. I also feel so, I'm sure you'll forget me until the time comes,” Pram said.

“By itself Reynaldi Pratama will disappear from your heart, even the traces are not left here,” said Pram, his index finger pointing to Kailla's chest.

Pram moved, choosing to sit on the side of the bed. Too long in this position, he's going to be harder and harder to let go of Kailla.

“Don't say anything to mama. Let mama still do not know anything,” pinta Pram.

“The wood will take care of you again. I'm not calm leaving you alone. As much as possible do not open your identity to anyone. The world is cruel.”

“I wish that person Ditya. Because he'll take care of you, just like I took care of you. Maybe if he curbs you, restricts your wiggle room, you will not protest,” Pram said again.

“When you love someone, try to understand the reason behind everything he does for you. No one intentionally restricts another's wiggle room for no reason. Learn to understand your own life. You can't compare it to other people's lives, because it would look unfair to you.”

***

The new Pram can leave Kailla in the morning. His wife would not sleep all night, afraid of being left behind. Every Pram moves, Kailla will wake up. Even he hugged Pram tightly as if afraid of letting go.

Almost six o'clock in the morning, then Kailla fell asleep. Until unconscious when Pram gave him a kiss goodbye. Kailla was crying too much and exhausted.

“I hope someone stays here after last night, so I have a reason not to leave you,” Pram whispered, rubbing Kailla's flat stomach.

“And I have reason to keep this naughty girl by my side,” Pram continued.

“I am really an old man who does not know himself,” Pram said again.

It looks like Pram has changed his work suit, contacting Sam to open his bedroom door with a spare key. Before long, Sam appears behind the bedroom door in his national costume. Butut shirt complete with holster box.

“Iya Sir,” greet Sam with his sleepy face.

“Follow me to the workspace,” command Pram, waltzing out past Sam who was busy tidying up his scabbard.

Sam stood astonished to see the suitcase rolled over in the study. However, had not had time to ask further, Pram had told me first.

“I decided to part ways with Kailla,” Pram's story, sitting in her big chair. With hands on each other on the table.

“Ha?! How can?” ask Sam, reflex. As if unsure of what he heard.

“Please take care of Kailla for me. Let me know as soon as something happens to her.”

“Good Sir!”

“Report all the men who approached him. I need to know what kind of man will take my place. Whether he really loves Kailla or just makes use of her innocence,” orders Pram.

It was seen that Pram threw a brown envelope that had just been removed from the drawer of the work desk.

“That's all Riadi's enemies I know. As much as possible keep Kailla away from them,” explained Pram.

“Don't let him talk to suspicious strangers! Always remind the assistants, not to discuss Kailla”'s past

“Iya Sir!”

“Don't let anyone else know that I'm parting ways with Kailla. I don't want to give them a gap to get close to Kailla to avenge Riadi,”

“Bayu will return to accompany Kailla. Help me, Kailla most according to you,” continued Pram.

The man had already grabbed his suitcase rushing out of the study room without looking back. It's too heavy a footstep to go, but this might be best for Kailla.

***

Pram arrived at his apartment as the sun began to fall. He did not say goodbye to many people in his home. Just tell everything with Sam, a confidant other than Bayu who already knows everything since yesterday.

With sunglasses, trying to cover her puffy face and lack of sleep, Pram broke into the lobby of her apartment. Last night she couldn't sleep, Kailla all night whining at her, not wanting to get away from her.

By dragging his suitcase, stepping in, trying to strengthen his broken heart into pieces. There's nothing left of a pram. The man who stepped gallantly and rigidly at this moment was just an uninhabited body.

Losing Anita in her past was not this heavy. At least he could still hold his head staring at the world. However, this time was different, he even lost himself. He could not imagine what would happen in his life ahead.

As he stepped into his apartment, he immediately threw his glasses and original black suit, smashing roughly at his body on the floor leaning against the bed. Since last night he tried to look strong and strong, although the tears had slid down several times.

Four years of being married to Kailla, but everything will soon be just a memory. There is nothing left of their relationship.

Soon, she is no longer Kailla's husband and instead Kailla is no longer Lady Reynaldi Pratama. There will be no more incredible Kailla indulgences in her life. There will be no more plain and nosy smiles of wives who welcome him every time he comes home from work.

The tears that have been held up since last night, have fallen. Here she is free to cry. Free to express his wounds and destruction. No need to pretend to smile and be strong. No need to look strong in front of everyone.

***

To be continued

Love You all's.

Thank ye.