The President's Wife

Chapter 147: Kailla is missing

Pram drives his car at high speed. Panic, anger, emotions to yourself. Kalut makes him forget that today, Kailla will visit daddy. However, he did not expect, he would seapes this. His goal of wanting to get his in-laws out of a long coma must end with his misunderstood wife.

The shadow of the doctor's speech that thrust a piece of paper for her to sign became the trigger for all this to happen. Four years he hid this reality from Kailla, giving false hope to his wife, pouring money that is not small so that Riadi can still breathe, even though life expectancy is no more than 10%.

In other words, there is no hope for her in-laws to wake up and live as before, just need the miracle of God's hand.

So percent of the organs in Riadi's body is no longer functioning, if God is kind, so aware and woke up from a long sleep, Riadi is not much different from the dead. And for the best reason for all, the hospital gave this option to the family. It is best for patients, families and of course hospitals as well. Although the hospital also benefited for four years Riadi inhabited one of their rooms.

For four years Pram waited for the hand of God to work, hoping that the One Above was pityed with the cries and screams tucked in the prayer of his wife who had not yet separated from the daddy.

However, today she was thrust back into reality, a paper to sign. Approval to release all medical devices in the body of helpless old Riadi Dirgantara, his own in-laws. What's he supposed to do? He could not do anything, but he did not want to be an extension of the angel of death in charge of taking his father-in-law's life.

Pram had thought, by provoking Riadi's emotions, bringing up past grudges, discussing his father-in-law's sins, as well as luring the old man with the safety of his beloved daughter, Riadi would react. But not what he expected. His efforts were futile, even adding trouble for him.

Didn't expect Kailla to come at the wrong time. His wife did not go on a rampage as usual, not asking him for confirmation of the expletive he had heard. Instead Kailla immediately chose to go with her own opinion.

A lot of effort he made, a lot of consideration he thought about. It was thought to buy all the medical supplies and bring Riadi home, but it was not the best option. Because not only medical devices, Riadi also needs a team of doctors who standby 24 hours ready beside him and nurses who guard. So to this day, Pram still insists on keeping Riadi in the hospital.

Discussing all his burdens on Kailla, of course he really wanted to do it. However, even when not pregnant, Kailla will cry and grieve. Especially at this time, when his wife is pregnant with their baby. How could she tell Kailla everything about what the doctor told her.

The man was still driving the car at full speed, sweeping through the streets of the capital in hopes of meeting his wife. The assistants have been given the task of finding Kailla in places she might visit, her friends. Even rummaging through their old houses and apartments.

Dozens of his phone calls that Kailla denied now changed his wife's mobile number are not active, can not be contacted at all. He can't trace his wife's whereabouts anymore from his cell phone.

“Bay, send all your people to stand guard at airports, terminals, stations and places that allow Kailla to get out of Jakarta. Block my wife's exit so she can't leave Jakarta!” pram commands the most reliable assistant through earphones tucked in his ear.

“Sam and Ricko are already looking to places that Kailla will be able to go. Please send people to Ditya and Dion's place! Follow the movements of these two people. I don't want these two people involved. The more someone helps Kailla, the harder I find her,” Pram explained.

“Find out the cab Kailla was riding in, where she took my wife!” pram order berdubi-tubi.

“Cek all cctv anywhere, in a place where my wife can go. Do whatever. If you need additional people, you can recruit at any time to limit the scope of Kailla so you can not go anywhere!” pram's orders persist without giving time to Bayu to think.

“After passing the deadline and Kailla has not been found, report to the police!” tell Pram again.

“And one more, have some men stand guard in the hospital, the grave of his mother, my mother's house, all my houses and apartments. Check cctv at home and apartment!” continue Pram again.

“I won't block the cards in Kailla's hand, it will make it easier for us to track her whereabouts when she uses them.”

Pause a minute. Pram fell silent while thinking after giving the order to his assistant.

“Bos does it have to be like this?” tanya Bayu frowned.

All the instructions Pram gave her enough to make Kailla hide for life. Because Pram really asked for it, spreading people everywhere.

“My wife is pregnant and she is in danger. I don't want to give anyone a gap to be able to hurt him,” Pram explained squeezing his own hair.

“Oh yes Bay, check all hotels in Jakarta, I do not care about five-star hotels or regular inns.Everything!” pram's orders again, still thinking.

“My wife couldn't possibly work, she didn't carry anything in her hands. Only the identifier and the five million money he pulled at the hospital ATM,” explained Pram.

“Cek all hp counters, wherever I don't want to know. He could have sold his cell phone for his living expenses. He can no longer rely on his cards!” tell Pram to come back.

The man's mind was in a frenzy, however he had to find Kailla as soon as possible. For while Kailla has not been found, she will make his wife hide by stocking a lot of people, so Kailla will think twice about stepping out of her hiding place.

***

All day until nightfall, Pram is still searching for Kailla's whereabouts. His face was tangled, his mind was in turmoil. He had been almost all over the place, but still had not found his wife.

“Bos,” greet Bayu, get off his car with a tired and messy face. The two choose to meet on the side of the road after failing with a quest. Seen behind Bayu tailed two sturdy men with tattoos filling the skin of his body.

“Bos, this is my guy. He had already scattered hundreds of his men to search for the whereabouts of Non Kailla. We have also sent photos of Non Kailla to facilitate the search,” said Bayu.

Pram just smiled stiffly. Not much talking.

“Bos, report from my man, most likely the wife of the Boss is still in Jakarta. I'm sure the madam won't be able to escape. I've sent a lot of people to get him cornered,” the story of the foreign man that even Pram doesn't want to know him more closely.

Pram sighed. Tired and frightened it was clearly imprinted on his handsome face. “I've asked my colleague for help in the police force. Continue the search. If you need additional people or funds, just say so. Most importantly for me, my wife is back,” explained Pram, finally.

“Stella has also helped contact her friend Kailla during college with the help of Bella and Dona.”

“Sam and Ricko have tracked Kailla's whereabouts through their college friends first, but the results are nil,” said Pram limp.

“Bay, expand the search area all the way to Bandung, although I'm not sure he can get out there,” Pram command, get back in his car, without excuse to the three people who were still standing in front of him.

Gripping hard at the steering wheel with both hands, Pram lays his head on the steering wheel. Confused what to do. I don't know who to complain to. Staring at the clock on his wrist, time had already shown almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

With energy and spirit left, Pram drove his car to the house of Ibu Citra. He can't go home, Kailla's shadow is still clearly visible there.

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To be continued

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