The President's Wife

Chapter 121: Leaving the Trial

The sound of rustling rain water that morning was quite enough to make the body's skin shiver cold. Kailla who had been unable to sleep since dawn could only silently stare at the drops of water that were falling down on the earth.

It's as if they've understood Kailla's unbecoming feelings for a month. Buried his barely remaining self-defense. His heart has been rubble-strewn since he left her husband without news and news.

If I'm honest, he's almost collapsed. Whether today or tomorrow, there will be a day when maybe he can't wake up again. He could only pray but still be allowed to stand on his own feet even though he did not know for any reason let alone that he was holding on.

Pram, the only place where it depends, the place is supported, the place is gone without regard for his life. Love, which every second, every minute, every time Pram said to her as if it had no meaning. Her husband left, though she begged Pram to come back.

Daddy, at this time Kailla only thought with that weak figure that was rolled helpless. Perhaps if daddy were still standing by her side, she wouldn't let this pain imprison her for so long. Because daddy, just daddy, is the only man in the world who loves him sincerely.

Only daddy, who forgave her unconditionally, loved her unconditionally, loved her unconditionally.

“Dad, you see what kind of man you chose for me.”

“You see what kind of husband you thrust at me,” Ogre Kailla.

“If he's nice, he won't leave me like this. I love her, love her so much, but she now forces me to hate her. I want to hate him, Dad,” Kailla whispered.

And Kailla, just standing by the glass window, saw the rain falling on the leaves and grass. Hoping that the water could shed all the pain and disappointment would a Pram.

Right now, he was aware of all his faults, but he wished Pram still had the heart to forgive him and not leave him so heartfelt as he is now.

Kailla sighed harshly, wiping the tears that came down soaked her pale face. This month was crying too much, making her forget how to smile.

Being at the point of actually wanting to just disappear from the world. After all, he's alone now. There will be no one to cry about, no one to look for him.

However, he still had a daddy who even fought with the angel of death to stay by his side. If daddy was still struggling to stay with him, why would he be daunted by this little pain.

Since waking up, Kailla's head felt heavy. Usually just dizzy, but today his world is spinning. Let alone stand, just sit he is no longer able to actually.

Since yesterday, he has been unable to get up and walk for too long. Just standing for a while, everything felt spinning and darkening instantly.

Not to mention the nausea and vomiting that at any time can come and go as they please. Like making fun of his already broken feelings not being left alone.

Everything in his body seemed to rebel against him. From his head hurt, his waist hurt, his stomach hurt, his legs hurt, even sometimes breathing was difficult. That's what Kailla felt.

Even today, the sun completely disappeared from the earth as if to show his dislike, as if to follow his judgment.

Again Kailla sighed, enjoying her solitude, while staring at the clock on the wall of the room, the time was already seven in the morning. He had been standing for too long, dizziness again forced him to rush to the bed.

Just about to step up, his world turned back, pitch-blackening all of a sudden. Nailed for a few seconds in place of standing, until finally the thin body was lost balance. Falling down on the floor, following the force of gravity.

Squeezing her head and remembering her husband, that was the last thing she did just before losing consciousness. Everything is black, everything is dark, everything is gone. Kailla knew nothing, even when she was pulled out and taken to the hospital by her assistants.

***

Pram set foot again in Indonesia after a month of snow and winter in Vienna, Austria. Today is the schedule of her divorce hearing with Kailla, inevitably forcing her back to her homeland.

Arriving at Soekarno Hatta, he was greeted with a sky that was crying as if he understood his feelings at this time. To get back to Jakarta, he needs a fight. In Vienna he can be tough, but when he breathes the same air as Kailla, he doesn't know if it can be as strong as yesterday when they separated the continent.

Once out of terminal three, David had already greeted him with a smile. It didn't seem fair, but honestly he had forgotten how to pull his aunt's two corners up and smiled. He forgot what it was like to be happy, he was suddenly senile for all the things that describe the greatness of love.

“For the President,” greet David, take over the suitcase from the hands of his boss. David stared fixedly at Pram, this handsome man before him was a little thinner with a different look than usual.

Pram nodded slowly.

“I went to court alone. Please bring my suitcase,” Pram's orders.

“Good! Your lawyer's waiting in court. Here's your car keys,” said David, handing the car keys into Pram's hands and pointing to a two-door white sports car parked not far from them.

The shadows of their togetherness reappeared. This month he tried to forget about it, but was now present and again stifled in his chest.

Glancing at the clock that was coiled around his wrist, made Pram turn the car towards the house he used to live in and Kailla. The house he built was specifically for his wife. He cannot wait until the trial begins. His longing was pushy, though it could only stare at Kailla from afar.

When his car got into a luxury residential complex with a beach view in front of the house, Pram's heart was racing. Especially when the white car he was driving stopped by the roadside, right in front of the house that four years is always the place to go home. His eyes became hot instantly, recalling memories after memories he had spent with Kailla.

Hopefully, he got lucky this morning. Can see the figure he so missed even from a distance. The pitch-black bead looked far towards the bedroom window on the second floor, the room she usually occupied with Kailla. The room that bears witness to the mute, her love journey with Kailla.

Five minutes, ten minutes, up to half an hour staring at the same point. Pram can't see Kailla, even Kailla's shadow doesn't appear there. Expectations were futile. His longing did not pay off, even now more filled the recesses of his heart. It made it hard to breathe and almost crazy.

The magnificent house looked deserted, invisible to no one. The main door was tightly closed. I wanted to rush in, hug and kiss Kailla. Evaporating feelings that he had been trying to harbor himself. Shedding all her longing and love for Kailla.

With a heavy heart, after a long wait, Pram drove his car to court. The trial will begin soon.

***

Pram is already sitting in the courtroom with his lawyer. The man in the white shirt looked nervous, repeatedly looking towards the entrance. Waiting for someone who is so missed.

However, many times also Pram had to swallow disappointed. No one is coming. Again forcing him to look at the men sitting in a row in front of him in black robes.

His heart trembled violently, as the man in the black robe sat at the very center, saying a word of opening, beginning with a hammer knocked on the table indicating the trial had been opened.

“Mrs Kailla does not seem to be present again at the hearing this time,” whispered the lawyer, staring at the empty seat that should be filled by the defendant.

Pram turned his head in the same direction, looking at the empty seat his lawyer was referring to. There is a sense of being lost and not being calm. Ever since seeing her empty house as uninhabited, there was something stuck in her heart, but she did not know what it was feeling.

And now, looking at the bench that Kailla was supposed to fill, the feeling was back up. I don't know what, but it worries him.

The sound of vibrating the cell phone that he silenced in a pants pocket, forcing Pram to steal to see who contacted him. He had tried to ignore it, but the tremors had not stopped since.

He knew, was not allowed to accept it in the middle of the ongoing trial. His eyes rounded when he saw Sam and Bayu competing to contact him. Dozens of missed calls and text messages made Pram ignore his ethics. Not caring about the few pairs of eyes that were staring intently at him.

“I'm out for a minute,” whispered Pram to his lawyer. He cannot wait until the trial is over.

Run out of the building and call Bayu in a panic. His feelings said something was wrong. And he has to find out what happened.

“Iya Bay, what is it?” pram asked as the thin phone connected with his assistant.

“Bos, Non Kailla.”

“What's with Kailla?” pram asked directly to cut. Can't wait if you have to linger to hear the stale bases of Bayu.

Pram's eyes were round, surprised by the information Bayu conveyed. Without excuse, he immediately ran to his car leaving the trial. It doesn't matter what happens with the trial. Kailla needs him now. Kailla is the most important thing to him, nothing else.

**

To be continued

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