The President's Wife

Chapter 152: I miss you

The handsome man was still smiling, looking at the square object twisting the moving image of his wife, Kailla. His eyes did not blink, with lips occasionally commenting on a smile staring at the movement of the woman who was enjoying breakfast in the hotel the last place that Bayu could trace.

Footsteps lead him into the house that he had never visited again. Back here, reminds him of Kailla. His wife spent much of her childhood here. All sides, recollecting memories after memories, from his childhood Kailla to now his wife. There's a lot of Kailla's stories here, sipping to the chest. Even the air here smells of Kailla.

“You're crazy now, Pram,” umpatnya to yourself. A month apart when suing for divorce, not this heavy. This time it was like being strangled and not being given oxygen to be able to breathe.

Pram went room by room, his footsteps getting heavier as he got closer to the room in the corner of the second floor room. It was Kailla's room which later became her room as well after marrying the spoiled girl daughter of Riadi Dirgantara's favorite.

As soon as the white-painted teak door leaf opened, the scene remained the same. The soft bed is still faithfully waiting for the master to come home. The room is bright with white curtains hanging. Large window glass with a view of the fish pond that has dried up now. There is no life in the pool that used to be every day heard gurgling water. Her father-in-law's favorite fish pond, which often spent time there, was accompanied by Donny.

The stiff lips suddenly reviewed the smile, recalling her first kiss and Kailla happening in this room, right in front of the big glass window. For the first time he touched her thin pink lips shortly after his wife said she was willing to marry him.

“I miss you, Kai. Really miss you,” whispered Pram slowly.

His eyes condensed every solitude greeting him. Troubled he looked tough and strong in front of everyone. But behind all that, only he himself knows clearly, how devastated a Pratama Reynaldi is at this time.

Still staring at the picture of his wife on the screen, Pram poured his tired body into the bed.

“This bed is still the same, Kai. Hurry home, honey. Already sulking, do not be like this,” whispered Pram slowly, holding the phone on his chest. Looking back at the quiet ceiling of the room, back the water droplets came down, dripping without compromise. Gives a wet trail on the cheek.

Lama Pram cried, until heckling and unable to speak. Until finally speaking in prayer.

“Yes Lord, I know this is part of Your plan, but why is it this heavy. I know, ready or not, it will happen. I just hope you keep looking after her for me. At a time like this, I can't take care of her with both hands. I leave my wife and children in Your hands, ” Pram whispered, in his prayer and hope.

When I was alone

I see photos and videos, with you that I have kept for a long time.

This heartbreak, seeing all the pictures of yourself

Which I can't go back to..

I want you to be here now

Laugh with me like I used to

Even if only for a moment God please grant it

It's not that this self doesn't accept reality

This heart just misses.

All the ways I've tried that I could be without you

But everything is different

It's hard to erase memories with you.

These lines again sounded clearly in his ears, his tears were pouring out. Pram is still staring at the pictures of Kailla stored in his mobile gallery. Right now, he was at the lowest point of his life. If he could, he wanted to collapse, not to pretend to be rigid, to play before the world.

No one knows how he feels right now. He hoped, indeed no one would see how shattered he was. Crying every night in my mom's arms.

***

In the back house, Kailla was still lying in the room. These two days, she had to sleep in a room with Sam's mother, not daring to enter the main house. Worried about being caught on a cctv camera that connects directly to her husband's phone.

“Bu, has my husband come home?” kailla asked, still sitting leaning against the simple cot that these two days became a resting place.

“Numbered, Non. This is finishing your breakfast. You are pregnant, you should not eat late. Pity your baby,” said Mother Sam. Offering a plate of white rice with tofu tempe bacem, clear vegetables and omelet.

“Acquired, Mom. Sorry can't help cooking.” Kailla frowned, feeling bad. He hitchhiked and lived in a small house inhabited by this elderly couple. Even though her husband paid for all the needs, there was still a sense of hesitation disturbing the comfort of both.

“Nothing, Non,” says Mother Sam, smile.

“Spend your food. Mom can't stay long. Later someone suspects that mother is too long inside,” continued Mother Sam, rushed to walk out of her room.

“Lock her bedroom door, Non,” she said with a smile. Sam's mother felt like she had another daughter. Not one bit objected to Kailla's presence. During this time, Pram helped their family a lot and supported Sam until what he is today.

Kailla finished her meal while crying. Remembering her husband. Don't ask what his miss is on Pram. During the last four years they were together, there were many stories that he would not easily forget. Especially now that their babies are growing in her womb. However, he had to be strong for the sake of his children. Pram hurt her and daddy too much.

It's hard to be back together with a man she knows clearly has a purpose of revenge on her and daddy.

***

Pram is still in his room, remembering all his memories with Kailla. At a time like this, she missed Kailla's indulgence so much. His wife did not stop spoiled for a second if she was near him. However, it had only been a few days, he had almost forgotten the taste of Kailla's touch. Time goes so slow.

The sunlight that shot right into his face, barged out impudently from the white curtains of the room as if asking him to get up immediately. He must find Kailla again, unable to mope with his fate that was left half his life.

With Pram forced, dragged his feet out of the main building. He was about to get into the car, but somehow something made him doubt. There's something inside him that's tickling to meet Sam's parents.

“Bu, how are you?” pram asked, finally the man followed his heart, stepping into the back house to greet the two elderly who were sitting enjoying breakfast in the back garden.

The assistants had already walked out of the house, continuing the search mission that until now had not yielded results.

“Good Sir,” said Mr. Sam, smiling. Even though his heart was extremely chaotic just like when a green balloon erupted.

“You want me to prepare breakfast, sir?” tawang Sam's mother. Ready to get the empty plate.

“No, thanks,” replied Pram.

“Forgive? No problem here?” pram asked again, spreading his gaze. His eyes were sweeping the back garden, stopping momentarily staring at the tiny building where the two elderly lived.

“Safe, no problem, Sir.” Sam looked in the same direction. A little worried that he'd found out his employer had hidden Kailla.

Pram looked back at the couple in front of him, smiling.

“I'll give you a minute. I have business. The gate does not need to be locked,” Pram said running to the car.

The man drove his car at full speed. I don't know what's on his mind. Half an hour later, Pram was back again with a more cheerful face.

“This Sir,” said Pram, thrusting a lump of fiber money to Mr. Sam who was cutting plants on the front page of the house.

“What is this, Sir?” the old man asked in surprise and surprise. I've never seen that much money.

“To add money monthly shopping,” suhut Pram, relax.

“Custom Sam the...”.

“It's for extras only. I don't come here every day. I'll drop home, sir,” cut Pram, smile, walk back to his car.

***

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