The President's Wife

Chapter 119: Pram is gone

Shortly after Pram's departure from home, the man sent a short message on Kailla's phone.

“Kai, sorry I can't see you tonight. There's a little problem with my job. Later, I will call you again.”

Kailla frowned, digesting word for word. Verify the sentence implied in the written word strand. The confusion is even more pronounced, when trying to contact Pram's mobile number which is again not connected and ends with a voicemail.

Still waiting expectantly until nightfall to pick up, but that desperation did not come true. Even Kailla waited all night in concern, crying in worry when again unable to call Pram's mobile number.

Her husband was lost in the earth. Not a single message reached its destination, not a single one of his calls ended in a ringtone. All his efforts and tears were in vain. The wait for the night is free.

The entire night could only hug the bolster, unraveling tears in uncertainty. Cold, befriending cries until the morning.

***

That morning, it was still dark. Kailla with a puffy face and lack of sleep, rushed out of the room still in her sleeping pajamas. Screaming screamed impatiently, calling one of his assistants. Anybody, he needs them to drive him to the apartment. Yup! Husband's apartment.

Five minutes, Bayu appeared with his bright face, along with a steaming cup of black coffee in hand.

“Iya Non,” says Bayu that is neat, clean, fragrant and fragrant.

“Bay, take me to Pak Pram's apartment,” Kailla's orders, without waiting to get out to his car that is parked neatly in the yard.

Bayu of course surprised, Kailla still with a look not worth tayangnya already ran out of the house. The satin pajamas are pale pink, complete with feather sandals and original dyed hair. A few strands of hair look stubborn and rebel down from its ties.

“Not wrong Non?” Bayu made sure to go back, after seeing Kailla sitting in the back seat of the car comfortably. Ignoring his perfunctory appearance. Bayu is convinced that Pram knows what his nagging man will be like when his wife comes out in just short and thin sleeping pajamas.

“My husband has been missing since yesterday. Her mobile number could not be reached. I've been trying to contact David all night, but not lifted,” complained Kailla, her hands squeezing each other. Panic and worry were evident on his pillow face.

“How can, Non?” ask Bayu, astonished.

“Already Bay. Don't ask too many questions! Just take me to Pak Pram's apartment,” exclaimed Kailla. Many questions and feelings gathered as well as a sip on his chest. He needs clarity and can't be put off any more.

Along the way, it appears that Kailla is trying to calm down. Closed his eyes to change his sleep that was missed last night.

However, futile. His eyes, body and brain could not work together. Everyone rebelled, keeping him awake. His eyes do not want to be closed, his body does not want to rest, his brain does not want to stop thinking. All united, making him a craze in despair and bad thoughts.

“Bay, is he okay,” Kailla said, shortly after the car that Bayu was driving stopped in the basement parking lot.

“Dicek only Non,” advice Bayu, do not know what to answer.

Arriving at the door of the apartment, Kailla panics even more. While banging on the door, pressing the bell repeatedly, never got an answer.

Shouting her husband's name was like a madman at the door, until one of the apartment's neighbors made a sound.

“Sorry Miss, it looks empty. Yesterday afternoon I saw the owner dragging a suitcase and ordering a taxi in the lobby,”.

“Try the question to the receptionist section,” his suggestion again.

Kaila went back down to the lobby, asking the receptionist who was standing guard in front. Again he had to bite his finger, there was no information whatsoever to be obtained.

Panicked run towards the car with Bayu trailing behind him.

“Bay, we're going to the office!” kailla orders, starts crying.

Since then, trying to hold back the tears so as not to fall, but once sitting in the defense car Kailla collapsed. Crying while covering his face.

“Non, already. We go home first. After shower and breakfast, we just proceed to the office,” advice Bayu. His heart was also sliced when he heard the sound of Kailla's heartbreaking cry.

Kailla did not reply, but she did not reject Bayu's suggestion. Just sit still, occasionally sobbing.

When the car got home, he ran to his room. Without a shower, you do not clean yourself. Hurry up to walk in closet, looking for a change of clothes. It didn't take long, Kailla was already down with a simple dress, leaving Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari surprised.

“Non, where are you going?” Ibu Sari asked, still busy preparing breakfast together with Ibu Ida.

“I want an office, Mom, looking for my husband,” explains Kailla.

Both of them were surprised by Kailla's appearance. Without makeup, with a messy face because most cry and tangle due to lack of sleep.

“Breakfast first yes, Non,” bargain Mother Ida, start to worry.

“No, I have to leave now,” reject Kailla. He's not hungry at all. Losing Pram made her stomach full for a while.

The two assistants looked at. Started to worry about his mistress who looked chaotic and not okay.

Without waiting for an answer, Kailla had already run out, looking for one of the assistants she could meet to drop off at the office.

“Ready Non!” sahut Sam's. Kailla's beloved assistant had just finished preparing, taking over Bayu's duties which had previously escorted Kailla to the apartment.

“We're going to the office, Sam,” orders Kailla, impatient.

Sam said without asking much, spurring his car through the streets of the capital that faltered at some point. Understandably, at this time everyone began to move.

Arriving at the office, the black alfard car had not stopped perfectly as Kailla jumped down impatiently. Running to the elevator that will take him to the President's room, ignoring the greetings of some office employees.

Back Kailla had to swallow her disappointment. When the room of the president who usually inhabited her husband was empty leaping uninhabited.

With her breath up and down from running, Kailla came in and sat in her husband's empty, cold oversized chair. There's no trace of Pram left there.

Her tears fell when she saw some photos of them on her husband's display on a small closet not far from the desk.

Pensive with tears, reassembling story after story of his four-year household trip. I don't know how long he was stunned there, until the door opened and Stella appeared from behind the door.

“Oh Madam, sorry I don't know,” he said slowly, surprised by Kailla's presence. He just arrived at the office.

“Ste, Mr Pram where?” kailla asked, hesitating. Forced to hold back his shame to find out the whereabouts of the husband who suddenly disappeared.

Stella was surprised. The Madam President's question sounded strange. A wife asked where her husband was.

“Pak Pram since yesterday afternoon is not Jakarta. Surely, I'm less clear, too, madam. I got a tip that Mr. Pieter was in a bad accident. And the office there is no one to take care of,” explained Stella.

Deg—

There is a sense of missing, once heard Pram who was so heartless to leave him alone here. Prior to this, Pram had never left her for a second. Wherever Pram is, the man will take Kailla with him.

Pram changed. In these two days, it had vanished already the husband who loved her so much. The husband who always made it a priority. No more Pram who put his interests, his comfort, and his happiness above all else. No more crazy husbands when they do not find it, changed Pram who could leave him.

In fact, Pram did not announce it clearly about his departure. Not sharing with him the same story he used to.

With a shunt, Kailla exited the Pram room without speaking, without saying goodbye to Stella. Half of him is lost, along with the disappearance of the former Pram figure.

Sam who was just about to catch up, was astonished to see his master come out of the elevator, walking expressionlessly. Like a body without a soul. Kailla stepped in with a blank stare and a glaring mind without any clarity.

“Sam, we go home,” pinta Kailla flat, without looking towards her assistant.

***

Until nightfall things remained the same, finally forcing Ms. Sari up carrying a tray containing dinner. Knocked on the door several times, until he finally ventured in.

Pushing the room door slowly, peeking at the contents inside. His heart was filled to see Kailla lying on the bed while hugging the bolster with tears.

Stepping slowly, Ms. Sari put a tray on the nightstand and then sat on the side of the bed.

“Non, I brought you dinner,” whispered Ibu Sari slowly, rubbing Kailla's long hair that was scattered in a mess on the bed. Even Kailla did not change clothes, still wearing the same dress as this morning when following her husband.

“I'm not hungry, Ma'am,” Ogre Kailla. Pulling out the fluid that filled his nose.

“Eat just a little,” persuade Ibu Sari.

A noiseless sleigh, Kailla turns to stare at the housekeeper who is already considered to be like her own mother.

“My husband goes, Ma'am.,” whispered Kailla, back those tears go down wet the roll she hugged.

“Iya, later Pak Pram will definitely go home,” entertain Ibu Sari. Don't know what to say to calm Kailla's heart.

“Tonight accompany me to bed, Mom,” pinta Kailla again in a hoarse voice because most of them cry. His eyes are swollen with a red nose. Crying all day, making his head dizzy.

“Iya, I'm sleeping here,” said Ms. Sari, smiling gently. Again gently rubbed Kailla's hair.

Kailla still enjoyed her sadness, occasionally heard sobs of her crying that refused to stop.

“I only have it, Mom, but now she's leaving me,” Kailla complained.

“Mother knows, only she never scolded me. No matter how smart I was, she would smile and hug me.”

“Even if daddy scolds me and hits me, he will defend me and attach himself to me, he will save me from daddy rage,” Kailla's story again.

“Iya Non,” sahut Ibu Sari.

“Everytime I miss daddy, it's always him who comes with me. When I cried, only she hugged and rubbed my back to sleep.”

“Bu, now he dumped me. I don't have anyone else,” sobs Kailla's getting tighter.

“Already Non, later Mr. Pram will definitely go home,” entertain Ibu Sari.

Kailla nodded back. “My husband is gone, my Om is gone too. Both go, Bu.”

“Mom knows, daddy's the most according to him. Every time I ask for something, he'll help me persuade daddy.”

Kailla is silent, recalling the memories after memories she shared with Pram. One event she will never forget in a lifetime, when daddy hits her for the first time and Pram becomes her god of salvation. Since then, Kailla has made Pram her refuge.

Flashback.

Kailla was seven or eight years old at the time, being mischievous and unruly. There was a time when Kailla had not met daddy for almost a week. Every time you contact daddy, you are always welcome by Pram. Every time you whine to meet daddy, always Pram who comes to see him.

Until finally, Kailla was upset by herself. Raging with the assistants at home, damaging all his toys, even destroying some of the furniture. Hoping that daddy would come home and get angry at him, but his plan fails miserably. Daddy didn't care, just sent Pram to calm him down.

The mind doesn't get there. He sneaks into the daddy's study, rips the files on the table. Hopefully that way, daddy will be angry and soon go home.

However, the plan missed. As soon as asking the assistant at home contact daddy, who came instead of daddy, again Pram. The man walked into the house smilingly looking at Kailla.

“You are naughty again,” said Pram, crouching. Align her body with Kailla's waist-high body.

Kailla.

“Daddy is busy, do not make any more tantrums,” whispered Pram, while carrying the small body of Kailla.

“I want daddy, don't want Om,” says Kailla, hugging Pram's neck tightly.

“Later Om will invite you to meet daddy, but now daddy is busy. Daddy is looking for money to buy a lot of lollipops,” refer Pram.

Little kailla nodded. Smiling happily, as a lollipop came out of Pram's pants pocket.

However, Kailla's mischief doesn't stop there. Two days later he was back, settles into the daddy's room, and destroys Riadi's favorite rolex clock which he accidentally put on the nightstand.

After destroying it, he asked his assistant to call his daddy to come home to scold him. However, again Pram who came, and took care of everything.

“Bad boy!” pram said, holding Kailla back as if he could. I don't know what Pram will say to the daddy, which obviously Riadi has never been angry for any mischief for the sake of his mischief all this time

“If you want to meet daddy don't need to be like this. Daddy is busy, daddy will meet you later,” explained Pram.

At its peak, Kailla steals out of the house. Climbing a mango tree near its housing complex. This time he insisted he should be able to meet daddy. People were panicking when a little boy climbed up a mango tree so high. Somehow Kailla did it.

Until finally Mr. RT intervened, persuading little Kailla to go down. But Kailla is still Kailla. He was only willing to come down when daddy persuaded him. With a heavy heart, Mr. RT contacted Riadi, and according to his plan, daddy came to see him under the mango tree, while holding back emotions.

Kailla's feeling was really happy, even as daddy dragged her home in a fit of rage sounded so beautiful. Arriving home, Riadi runs amok on all the house assistants, including on little Kailla.

With a belt, Riadi hits Kailla. Three blows, Kailla stayed in place. Accepting without a fight, not crying, not even grimacing in pain. Kailla received a punch with a defiant look.

When Riadi will deliver his fourth blow, that is where Pram pairs up and hugs Kailla tightly. Pram became his helper god as usual.

“Presdir, let Kailla stay with me for a few days,” pinta Pram, while holding Kailla.

That day, for the first time, Kailla was staying at Pram's place, sleeping with Pram. This continued until Kailla began to grow up. Every time daddy gets out of town, Kailla gets entrusted with Pram.

Until Kailla begins to understand and refuses to sleep together, refusing to be carried by Pram. Rejecting Pram who rubbed his back to sleep.

From then on, Kailla began sleeping separately while staying at Pram's apartment.

Flashback.

***

Almost three weeks passed, no word from Pram at all. The man simply vanished, not asking for news, not contacting him.

Every day, Kailla waits for her husband to come home, but in vain. Let alone Pram, the shadow of a Pram does not exist. The loss felt so great. He realized the meaning of a Pram was so great for his life. Not only for her, but also for daddy and his late mother.

That afternoon as usual, her days of three weeks were up to wait for her husband to return. Spending all day in the room, not wanting to go out to see anyone.

A slow knock on the bedroom door, distracting him. Not long after, Mother Ida appears with a brown envelope and hands it to Kailla.

Deg—

Those beautiful eyes immediately paved the river with the heart racing as soon as they saw the name of the sender.

“From the court, Mom,” says Kailla is squeezing.

***

To be continued

Love You all

Thank ye.

Note: Pram Schengen visa holders for a duration of 5 years, so it can be easier to enter European countries.