The President's Wife

Chapter 117: Divorce is the answer

Kaila awoke from her sleep when the sun was already scorching in from the bedroom window. His household drama last night, not only drained his tears, but also his entire body and soul. Tired, maybe that was how he felt when he woke up. It's all like a nightmare.

By patting the side of the cooling bed, Kailla knew Pram had left for the office as usual. Still unaware of the reality, Kailla is collecting half the lives that have yet to return to her place.

The eyes were still reluctant to open, all the stories were still warm in his mind, but only limited to dark dreams. A second, two seconds, five seconds until a minute has passed. Kailla opened her eyelids slowly and began collecting pieces of fairy tales before going to bed.

Deg—

The gaze leads to the door, piece by piece the story repeats. Kaila jumped down and ran out. Tears back to the river, not restrained when aware of this time Pram has left.

“Bu..! Mom.!” kaila shouted from the second floor of her house.

Mother Sari who was holding a feather duster complete with a red box washcloth, rushed over.

“What's Non?” asked Ibu Sari, surprised to see a puffy face and a little pale employer. Not to mention the tears that now filled a simple beautiful face without make-up.

“Where is my husband?” kailla asked, erasing the rough trace of her tears. Throw away his bad thoughts. Thought Pram was just bullying him as usual. Ordinary anger, as it has been every time he misbehaved or acted.

“Pak Pram early in the morning has left for the office. Eh.. is there any duty out of town huh, Non?” Sari's mother asked back.

“Bring the suitcase too,” he continued, explaining in more detail.

Kailla's body slumped to the floor suddenly, Mother Sari was shocked. Not yet aware of the true events happening between his two employers.

“My husband goes, Mom,” Oozed Kailla held back her tears, looking at the old woman who was already considered her own mother. He did not want to cry, as much as possible looks strong, but his tears were difficult to contain. Since last night her tears have been shed.

“Hah?! How could? You guys fighting again?” ask Ms. Sari, get closer. Take off the duster and washcloth immediately. Put it on a small table, not far from where they are.

Kailla.

“Don't cry, just a common misunderstanding. Households are like that. Fight, get better again. Mother alone often quarrel with the husband, but in the end still back together,” comfort Mother Sari, gently rubbed Kailla's hair.

Seeing Kailla like this, his heart was slashed. Although Kailla is her master, but since she was a red baby, she is the one who takes care and looks after her. Bathing, changing diapers, feeding, even from a baby, Kailla slept with him.

The first time she could call mom, Kailla gave the call to her and Mother Ida. Such circumstances continue to occur until finally Kailla understands that the real mama is dead.

“No, my husband is really gone, Ma'am,” ogled Kailla, with eyes and a flushed nose complaining and moaning. Now there's nowhere else, Pram's gone.

Mother Sari's warm smile, trying to calm Kailla, like a mother to her child.

“Mother will scold her if she dares to leave you,” comfort Mother Sari, cupping Kailla's face, trying to calm her employer's soul shaken.

Seeing the sad and hit look in front of his eyes, Ibu Sari knew her employer's household problems were not trivial problems. Seen from the current state of Kailla. Ibu Sari really understand, how the action of Kailla. If it's just a matter of course, Kailla's more of a whip or a mess.

“Already, don't cry,” said Ibu Sari, letting Kailla open her. Spilling all his feelings. Other than Pram, Kailla has no one left, except the assistant who lives at home.

There were steps on the stairs. Kailla and Ibu Sari turned their heads in the same direction, looking at Mother Ida who was talking on the phone with someone.

“There is Non Kailla, Mr Pram want to talk?” bargain Mother Ida, hurry up to Kailla and hand over her phone. Kailla nodded, both hands rubbing her eyeballs crystallized due to the clear liquid.

“Iya, dear,” greet Kailla with a vibrating voice holding back her cries. They had only been separated for a few hours, but the misses had already piled up again.

“You're awake? Have you eaten?” pram asked gently, from across.

Inaudible for an answer, Kailla silently enjoys Pram's voice and attention, which still remains the same as before.

“Sorry, I didn't wake you. You are too sound, I cannot bear,” Pram said again, breaking the silence.

“Honey, where?” kailla asked, biting her lower lip, so that her sobs would not come out and be heard.

“I'm in the office now. Soon there is a meeting,” suhut Pram short.

“I've asked Bayu to buy you your favorite steak. Eat the right. I don't want you to get sick,” Pram said.

Kailla's freshness collapsed already. Her crying can't be contained anymore. The more Pram pedulu, the more he loses.

“I don't want a steak. I want the meatballs I used to eat,” he said, in a spoiled tone.

“Oh... I'll ask Sam mem..” Pram is tight-lipped, Kailla's already cut the sentence.

“I want you to buy it for me,” cut Kailla.

Pram was silent for a moment, before finally answering calmly.

“I still have a meeting now, darling. After the meeting, I will buy it for you,” Pran said.

“Do not cry, eat steak first. If my work is done, I will meet you,” continued Pram.

“You're coming right?” ask Kailla again, make sure

“Iya Darling. I must have come. I close first, I have to work now,” said Pram, before turning off his phone call.

***

Pram just threw his phone on the table. Her feelings were much better after hearing Kailla's voice. He doesn't take it easy to work, before making sure that Kailla is okay.

The sound of knocking along with the door opened scattered Pram's daydream. Before long, David appeared from behind the door with a bright smile. As usual, the man sat down without excuse, ready to wait for instructions.

A map containing files was thrown by Pram onto the table. David, the assistant quite understood what his president wanted. Without asking, have opened and read the contents of the map carefully.

David was wide-eyed, covering his mouth in disbelief at what he read on the white paper on the first sheet.

“Seriously? You guys getting divorced?” ask David.

“Send to my lawyer, but don't process now. Have my lawyer process it in two weeks. Maybe to be able to get into the trial, it takes about a month from now,” explained Pram

David's confused.

“I still hope there is a miracle and we don't need a divorce like this. I hope there's one reason for Kailla to stay by my side, which is her pregnancy. For no good reason, Kailla will repeat her mistake.”

“Means?” David was confused.

Pram's assistant has been following the relationship for a long time, even he knows clearly all the love stories of Pram and Kailla. How naughty the daughter of the owner of the company, how much Pram loves Kailla.

“He still doesn't love me. She still can't love her own husband,” said Pram slowly.

“I feel sorry if I keep tying him, he will be depressed. He will remain as he is now. Today Ditya, tomorrow I don't know which man anymore and there will be another man. Just keep it that way. And will only add to his row of sins as a wife,” explained Pram.

“Kailla was unable to understand her own feelings. He didn't know the meaning of the love he said to me every time. All this time, he seemed calm, because he lived inside the space I was limiting. He can look at other men only in admiration.”

“However, when the door opened and there was someone who dared to barge inside. That's when her heart started to rebel and feel something different, which she probably never felt when she was with me.”

“Four this year, I gave her the opportunity to learn to accept me as her husband. I can't blame him either, if in the end he can't love me.”

“Redden?” david asked smiling.

“I've been fighting all this time. If it has not succeeded and I still do not want to give up, it is not a struggle anymore, but coercion,” said Pram, holding back laughter in the midst of his turmoil.

“She's a woman, there's a time. Kailla is only 24 years old, still able to choose any man she likes. It is too selfish if I hold it too long, and take it off when the opportunity for her to audition is not there,” continued Pram.

“Different from us men, age is not a problem. Well established, beautiful, no one will question our status. We can point at any woman. You can even choose a virgin girl though,” said Pram.

David could only nod, though in his small heart was regretful. He knows how much Pram's sacrifice was. And David was sure, there would be no man who would be willing to take care of Kailla like Pram. Pram not only keeps, but he sacrifices his life for Kailla and Riadi. Were it not for Kailla, Pram would have been married and had a small family of her own at her age that was heading into twilight.

“Maybe it's time for her to learn to think maturely. All this time I've been guarding him until he doesn't have a chance of getting hurt. And it's actually that wound that will make him one step more mature.”

“Alright, I need a meeting first. My work piled up,” said Pram, rushing towards the meeting room.

***

The meeting room had begun to be filled with several staff who took their positions. Pram was also sitting in his place with a file on the table. The man in the black suit, looked lethargic with a gloomy face due to the burden of thought he was trying to hide. Not to mention all night he could not sleep comfortably.

However, as a leader he must set aside all his household problems and still take care of the company. His life is not just for Kailla, but there are thousands of employees who hang fate and the future on his shoulders.

Throughout the meeting, Pram could not focus. The face of Kailla who was crying all night, continued to loom. Repeatedly removing it, still the sound of crying was clearly ringing in his ears.

Currently, sitting in the central position of the meeting table is only a body that is not masterless, not a leader full of authority and charisma. Pram's heart and mind were wandering, out of place.

An hour later, Pram stopped the meeting suddenly.

“Sorry, the meeting is postponed for another two hours. I still have business,” said Pram suddenly stood by holding a black map in hand.

Without saying much, he left the meeting room with the noise of the confused staff. Unable to wait too long, the man spurred his car in search of Kailla's order. He had to make sure with his own eyes that if Kailla was okay, he could just carry on with his work.

***

The black sports car Pram was driving into his yard on the eve of lunch. With an ornate smile on her handsome face, get out of the car while carrying a meatball ordered by Kailla.

Enter without permission, looking for the whereabouts of Kailla who is somehow hiding where. There was no trace of the messiness or noise as usual.

“Bu, Which kailla?” ask Pram to Mother Ida, when entering the kitchen area and handing the package containing meatballs.

“Please move it to the bowl,” Pram command again, circulate his gaze around.

“Non Kailla hasn't been coming down from her room since morning,” said Ms. Ida.

“Now accompanied by Ibu Sari,” he continued again.

Running up the stairs in a hurry. Not knocking or calling, Pram immediately opened the bedroom door in a hurry, convulsing the two people inside.

Pram was stunned, the first heartbreaking sight caught by his eyes. The wife who will soon be divorced is crying, tears in the arms of Mother Sari.

In contrast to Kailla, as soon as she saw Pram, she immediately ran hugging the waist of the handsome man who was standing stiff in front of the door. Her happiness was bursting, when she could feel the presence of Pram and it was real.

“Honey, you came?” kailla asked with the same indulgence as usual. Acting as if nothing had happened, dunking his wet face dirtying the speckled black shirt.

“I brought you your order. Have you eaten?” tanya Pram, peck at Kailla's head.

“Guide me eat,” pinta Kailla, kiss Pram's cheek while smiling with her face pembabnya. Without waiting for a response, he tightly hugged Pram's arm and dragged the man down to the first floor.

Once set foot in the dining room, the scent of Kailla's favorite meatballs filled the room. A bowl of meatballs that are still steaming, has been formulated by Mother Ida in accordance with the taste of Kailla. Sour, sweet and spicy like nano-nano.

“You bought it in the usual place?” ask Kailla.

A nod and a thin smile on Pram's face, enough to give an answer. Half-running, Kailla pulled up the dining chair and dropped her body. Grabbing the bowl of meatballs close to him, without waiting any more, feeding a spoonful of meatballs complete with yellow noodles into the mouth.

A few seconds later, as the contents in the mouth went into the esophagus and ended up in the stomach, Kailla ran to the bathroom while covering her mouth. Shedding his stomach contents, a mouthful of meatballs that ended in a clear liquid.

Pram who hadn't even gotten a chance to sit down, was shocked. Go tail and go into the bathroom, find out what happened. Worry, of course. Even since last night he's been worried about Kailla.

“Why are you, honey?” tanya Pram, gently rubbing the bent back that was cleaning the mouth in the sink.

“What meatballs did you buy for me? Why does it feel so strange. I don't like it!” kailla complains, after cleaning her mouth from the vomit marks.

“Same as usual,” suhut Pram wonder, frowning. Still haven't received Kailla's protest. He felt he had done nothing wrong.

“Not, it feels weird. You're not wrong, are you?” kailla asked annoyed herself. His desire had already been changed, but once inside the mouth everything disappeared with a strange and unusual taste.

“No, I'm sure. I am old, but I am not senile. Mr. who sells alone still recognizes me,” said Pram defended himself. His hand still rubbed Kailla's back, but Kailla again nagged.

“The pain is not my back, but my stomach. My stomach refuses to accept weird meatballs from you!” nagging Kailla. Forgot about the problem with Pram. Right now he wants to nag Pram, if he can nag a day and night until he's satisfied.

Pram switched, rubbing Kailla's stomach gently as she said.

“Have not been angry again. You seem to catch a cold. I know you haven't had breakfast since morning,” said Pram. The tail of his eyes had seen the steak that Bayu ordered was still intact untouched.

The two had already returned to the dining table, with Kailla staring at the bowl of meatballs before her.

“Honey, please spend,” pinta Kailla finally. He already wanted to spend a meatball that was so appetizing, but not brave. Afraid his stomach would refuse again.

“Hah?! Just tell me to spend it. You know I don't like it,” reject Pram.

“Bu, just get rid of it,” command Pram, flick his hand asking Mother Ida to take her away from before him.

“No!! I want you to spend it. I want to see you eat it as usual I enjoy it.” Kailla insisted.

“Or do I ask Sam? He tastes the same as you.” Pram bidding.

It was imagined in his mind a strange taste, spicy mixed sweet, not sour yet. Pram shuddered in horror himself.

“No! I want you to spend it!” push Kailla, cry. Whine with its effect.

Mother Ida, who was forced to watch her two masters, smiled. Especially when he saw Pram by being forced to follow the will of Kailla who insisted and did not want to accept every rejection and reason.

“Good, I'll spend it. You spend your steak yeah,” bargain Pram, negotiate. Just now she was about to order Mother Ida to heat the steak, but Kailla refused to return.

“Spend the meatballs, after that make me pasta,” command Kailla, at will.

Pram was aghast, looking at the watch on his wrist, while thinking. He had to go back to the office, not having time to cook anymore.

“How about tomorrow afternoon? I have to go back to the office in a moment,” Pram said.

“I don't want to. Why don't you just stay here. So later tonight you can make pasta for me,” Kailla said, recalling her divorce issues.

“We will split up, we should stay apart from now on,” Pram said, feeding her noodles and broth into her mouth.

“I don't want to part. I'll stay in the apartment with you!” kailla.

Pram glanced at Mother Ida. “Bu, can leave us,” pinta Pram to his household assistant.

Mother Ida according. Without asking much, the old woman rushed out. Self-conscious enough, as an assistant, not her territory eavesdropped on her employer's conversation.

“Kai, listen. I don't want to part with you either. I still don't want to take off the ring on my ring finger. It feels heavy after our struggle for four years,” said Pram, showing a wedding ring that is still firmly coiled on his finger.

“Then why did you force a divorce, if not willing to part with me!” kailla complained, with a frown.

“For you. For happiness. If you part with me, you can pursue the love you said was true love. I don't know who, it could have been Ditya, it could have been Dion, or it could have been a man whose good looks exceeded Korean opa-opa.”

“I don't want to part with you. My feelings for Ditya are different,” Kailla said.

“If it's different, it should show that it's different. In the eyes of others it makes no difference. What does your embrace of Ditya mean, only you know. Other people just think you cheated on your husband,” Pram said.

“Your defense will be in vain, because others do not judge from your feelings, but judge from what they see,” continued Pram again.

“I'm sorry,” whispered Kailla slowly.

“Life is a choice. We can't get both at the same time. If you are my wife, you can no longer like or love another man at the same time. I don't want to, my wife loves someone other than me. I don't even want my wife to be touched by another man consciously, except unconsciously, I can understand,” explained Pram.

“Start now learn to distinguish which one is simply admiring or liking or loving! All three have different taste. And different boundaries too. Start learning to understand your own feelings. If you stay like this, marry anyone, you won't be able to survive. No husband, want to be cheated.”

“I love you,” Kailla said smoothly.

Pram laughs.

“Give me one reason, why do you want to keep this household?” ask Pram.

“I love you, I can't get away from you,” Kailla said slowly.

“I'll process our divorce in two weeks. You think again, the love you say is really love or just comfort,” said Pram.

“Don't cry much. At this time we are required to reflect a lot on our mistakes. I'm not saying I'm right, I'm also a lot wrong with you.”

“And if our marriage is indeed a mistake, maybe divorce is the answer,” continued Pram.

***

To be continued

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