The President's Wife

Chapter 148: Overnight at Mother Citra's house

The roar of Pram's car into the yard of Ibu Citra's house. Screaming, roaring broke the silence of the night. When we got there, it was almost midnight. Pram's car was stuck in traffic on one of the roads, due to a traffic accident.

With a shabby face, cluttered clothes, dragging his tired feet on the terrace of the two-story minimalist house. The left hand was holding a black suit and the right hand was pounding on the main door. The sound of the bell is no longer possible to call the host who slept in a dream.

After nearly five minutes of tapping, Pram reached into the phone in his pants pocket. The only way to contact the mother, so Pram did. All day looking for Kailla, she forgot to eat, forgot her job. Even now out there hundreds of people are still busy down the streets of Jakarta to find the wife.

After contacting Ibu Citra, shortly the sound of the door of the house opened. Kinar's sleepy face instantly refreshed when he saw Pram with his messy look.

“Mas,” sweep. Remain gentle as always, as if nothing had ever happened to the relationship.

The hand was just about to take over the black suit, but Pram refused it. Breaking in without greeting, towards Mother Citra's room.

Before opening the door of her mother's room, Pram turned to look at Kinar.

“I'll sleep with Mama tonight. You can sleep in the other room,” Pram command shake his hand drive out Kinar, then open the door and waltz into the room. Not without reason, among some rooms in the house of Ibu Citra, only her mother's room is installed cctv. This is the impact of the frequent Mother Citra who suddenly became sick suddenly, making Pram more alert.

Of course, Kinar is not his name if he always obeys. Curious made him eavesdrop behind the door. Figuring out what happened to his girlfriend who looked chaotic and strange tonight.

“Ma, I'm staying here tonight,” Pram's story, throwing his black suit on a single sofa, not far from the bed.

Seeing the arrival of Pram at midnight blind only, Ibu Citra knew something was wrong. Especially with the words of his son just now.

“You got into a fight with Kailla?” asked Ibu Citra shoot, still with a sitting position leaning on the bed.

“Kailla disappeared since last afternoon,” said Pram limply. She stretched out her body, lying on the side of the empty bed still in her pantofel shoes. Both hands bent to hold his head, with a glaring look to the ceiling.

“Kailla misunderstood,” great-grandson Pram slowly, barely audible.

“Misunderstand also do not have to part like this. Remember Pram, your wife is pregnant,” advice Ibu Citra.

“Hurry home, accompany Kailla. Pity him,” urges Mother Citra,

Pram budging. Close his mouth tight. Two tears fell through his temple, left alone.

“Pram, hurry home! Pregnant women are indeed their emotions up and down. Let it go, you have to give up,” explained Ibu Citra.

“Kailla goes,” he said slowly. His throat was blocked, unable to speak.

“How is usual?” Ibu Citra was aghast. Directly shifted towards his son, hitting Pram's body tight.

“Build!!”

“Quick, wake up!!” said Ibu Citra full of anger. Slapped Pram's face repeatedly.

“Ma.!” after feeling the pain with a reddened face, holding the hand of his mother who was about to slap back.

“Your wife left. You can sleep here. What kind of husband are you! Quickly search Kailla!” omel Ibu Citra's.

“I've been looking for him all day. All the places he used to visit, houses, apartments, airports, terminals, stations, even I have contacted all his friends.”

“Kailla not found. Even now my people and his assistant are still searching,” explained Pram, with an injured look.

“He didn't bring anything,” great-grandson Pram again,

“And I'm sure, if Kailla wanted to hide from me, she wouldn't dare to swipe her card.”

“Is he no longer in Jakarta?” ask Mother Citra.

“No, Kailla is still in Jakarta. He's hiding from me. If he steps out, it will definitely be caught by my man,” Pram explained.

“What happened?” asked Ibu Citra again, starting to be curious about the problem. Sitting in her place, she listened to the story.

“Kailla thought I would take revenge on her,” Pram's story.

Pram. “Several days have terrorized my wife, even she knows a lot about our family's past. Maybe the messages of the terror also made him waver when he heard my words that were just pretending,” Pram's story.

“I'm not serious. I just want to wake my in-laws. I don't want him to die so soon. How Kailla, if Riadi leaves,” continued Pram.

“Last noon I was contacted by the hospital, asking me to make a decision. They asked me to sign a letter of approval to remove medical devices in Riadi's body. It means that mom knows it herself. And I'm sure, Kailla won't agree,” Pram's story.

“At least not now. Kailla is pregnant. If my in-laws leave, Kailla will be destroyed. Mama imagine how Kailla. Not only that problem, there will be many truths that Riadi has been covering up will be revealed along with his departure. How Kailla will face reality for the sake of painful reality in the middle of her pregnancy ,” Pram explained, can not imagine the worst thing that will happen to Kailla if it comes to know the truth.

“About, who terrorized Kailla?” ask Mother Citra astonished.

“Not many know it should. News about our family, some have been eliminated Riadi,” continued Ibu Citra.

“I don't know,” said Pram, closing his eyes.

“You've eaten?” mother Citra asked, looking at her son's dull and lethargic face.

“I'm not hungry. How can I eat, when my wife and children are not yet known,” said Pram.

“I want to sleep for a while, after that I have to go again, Ma,” said Pram.

***

At four o'clock in the morning, the phone in the pocket of Pram's pants rings. Still drowsy the man received a call from Bayu.

“How's Bay?” pram asked, immediately got up to sit down, trying to gather his consciousness.

“No news Boss,” report Bayu.

Pram has to swallow his disappointment back. “Where are you now?” pram asked in a whisper, not wanting his voice to wake his mother.

“I'm in Riadi's old house, with Sam and Ricko,” Bayu's story.

“Wait for me. I will follow there,” said Pram, forcing his tired and sleepy body to rise.

Before coming out of his room, Pram was still staring at his sleeping mother. Wanted to wake up and say goodbye but it didn't feel like heart.

“Ah, I will send a message later,” whispered Pram, grabbing the suit lying on the sofa. Step out of the room by slouching.

As soon as he came out of his room, he was surprised by the figure of Kinar. It just so happened that his mother's bedroom was facing the kitchen and dining room.

“Mas..,” sap Kinar as usual. Although often ignored even humiliated Pram, the woman still looks ordinary.

“I've made coffee,” said Kinar, putting a cup of black coffee that is still steaming on the dining table. Not far from the coffee cup, there is a slice of ready-to-eat sandwich bread, arranged on a ceramic plate.

“Thanks,” sahut Pram. He had intended to stretch out, but the aroma of coffee made by Kinar was quite tickling his stomach and stomach that had not filled anything since yesterday.

“Mas, want me to prepare hot water for shower?” tanya Kinar, looked at Pram who just stood sipping coffee and enjoying the sandwich bread that had been prepared.

“No, thanks,” said Pram, sip the coffee in the cup until it was not left, then put the rest of the sandwich in his hand filled the mouth.

“I have business. If mama wakes up, please tell mama,” said Pram, stepping out to his car. He's gonna have to find Kailla back. Can't leave Kailla outside alone.

Kinar was still with an apron that covered his sleeping pajamas, only able to stare at Pram's back disappearing behind the door. Can't do much. Pram did not roughen it up like their last meeting alone, he was already grateful enough.

***

To be continued

Love You all

Thanks though.