The President's Wife
Chapter 161: The day of pampering your husband
“Then, you came to see me to apologize and now I came to see you to apologize,” said Ms Citra with a trembling voice.
Forgiveness is not easy, as light as lips speak, as easy as feet step, as fast as eyes stare. To be able to forgive what Riadi has done to their family, which includes the category of savage is the most difficult thing.
If his life was filled with grudges, his days were filled with tears, his steps always replayed the tragic events that had happened decades ago. Although the day was heavy and gloomy, but the reality was that the elderly woman was aging with all those bad memories.
However, now since meeting back with his only son, Pram. He found a new life expectancy. Although all is not as expected, the presence of Pram who leads and Kailla into her life gives a new color.
From an unexpected daughter-in-law must be a daughter-in-law who is accepted as is. Pram's love is too big for Kailla, even a million wounds their family has been unable to shake the man.
When Kailla left, Citra's mother was slapped. He's the only witness who saw how bad Pram was. When others could only see how powerful Pram was, he was the opposite. His son was crying in his lap because women were none other than the enemies of their family.
As a mother, what can she do? In his life, more precisely perhaps in the rest of his life, he just wanted to see the happiness of his son. For that, the elderly woman must learn to forgive many things, forgive the fate of life that is so cruel to her.
Not easy! Even Ibu Citra had to convince her heart many times during this month, to make Pram's tears stop dripping again.
“Wake now! I allow you to gather before me to apologize for your sins!” mother Citra's orders, recalling how she did not give a chance to the man lying helplessly before her.
Kailla was silent, standing behind her in-laws with a pushy look. Every time you enter a room with a regular tone of medical instruments, without movement and life in it, there is a horror that is difficult to express.
Pregnant women are afraid, if one day the doctor told her that Riadi Dirgantara no longer exists in this world. Where else should he complain if he is fighting with Pram, with whom else he should share the joy.
He would not be able to see his daddy in the form of a tombstone like his mother. For now, he has not been able to face the reality of losing Riadi. So far, Kailla masoh has fostered hopes as great as four years ago. I want daddy to wake up soon.
“Dad, I came to bring my mother-in-law. She is so nice, can you get up for a while and get acquainted with her?” kailla whispered while bowing in Riadi's ear. His hand had already grasped the cold fingers and stiff of his daddy. Takes it slow to rub his stomach.
“Dad, your grandchildren also want to feel the touch of his opanya hand. Come on get up, they want to be able to play running around with you. They also want to be invited to fish for koi fish in the pond behind the house.”
Very calm. No response at all, no movement. The only thing visible was only two tear-spouts of Kailla dripping down.
“Ayo Dad, stop messing around. You've slept too long, been hiding too long. It's been four years. I need your arms again, your grandchildren need a warm hug, ” Kailla said, on the sidelines.
All the persuasions of Kailla in vain, the words of forgiveness that Mother Citra said had no effect whatsoever. Everything remains the same, Riadi is still at home with his condition. Sleeping too long, making it too comfortable and difficult to wake up.
Almost fifteen minutes inside, until a nurse came in to do a check-up. And let Kailla and Ibu Citra out.
Just turning around, Kailla's feet just stepped up to the door when the nurse's voice rattled, in particular. “The father cried, it seems he can hear,” said the nurse, who for almost four years he took care of Riadi in this room.
“Hopefully get well again quickly, sir,” whispered the nurse, remove the water that came out at the Riadi temple.
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A few days passed, after the visit of Kailla and Ibu Citra to the hospital to visit Riadi, nothing changed. Everything stays the same.
That morning, Kailla woke up faster than usual. As soon as she opened her eyes, the pregnant woman immediately washed her face and went down to the kitchen, They will meet the invitation of Ms Citra for breakfast at her mother's house.
“Non Already. Carrots have been cut matches, cabbage has also been sliced, toge has been cleaned tail, chives have been cut into pieces. Corn has also been shelled,” said Mother Ida, showing all vegetable ingredients that are ready to be processed.
The lip line is curved. “The front is ready, right?” ask Kailla again. He would make a vegetable bakwan to take to his in-laws' house. Yesterday she made it for Pram, and her husband really liked the snack.
“Non Already!” sahut Ibu Sari who stood not far away, the housekeeper was busy washing the furniture.
Skilled and trained, Kailla mixed all the ingredients and poured the ready-to-eat flour in the basin following the cut vegetables. Stirring and mixing with water, after the viscosity is felt right, then the mother-to-be with white blemishes began to fry. She followed what Sam's mother had taught her.
Kailla was busy flipping the dough on the pan, when both hands suddenly slipped from her side of the waist and locked onto her distended stomach.
“Honey, you're awake?” ask Kailla. Simply by smelling her scent alone, Kailla knew the man who was leaning spoiled was her husband.
“Hmmm,” murmured Pram, peeked softly on Kailla's shoulder, after lowering the strap on his wife's shoulder.
“Why wake up? It's still morning,” Kailla said, still serious with a claw in her hand. He has to concentrate, his vegetable buds need attention. Otherwise, it is threatened with scorching.
“I miss you guys,” says Pram with his hoarse voice. His burly hand had rubbed Kailla's stomach. His face was already buried on Kailla's shoulders, swiping spoiled in the area of his wife's shoulders, neck and neck.
“You want to take this to mama's house?” ask Pram, make sure. The man's eyes were still half closed. Last night he and Kailla went to the field. Until now his waist still feels, because most hoe. Age can't lie, working too hard just a little bit, everything hurts.
“Iya.”
Kailla was still busy in front of the frying pan, but Pram's body grew heavier and heavier, clinging tightly to her back,
“Honey, you slept again?” ask Kailla.
“Hmmm, I'm sleepy,” says Pram in a slow voice.
“Ya. Back to room,” pinta Kailla.
“I want to sleep in your arms,” whispered Pram, his voice getting smaller.
“Come on, let Mother Sari continue. Accompany me to sleep now,” invite Pram, asking with his effect.
“I still have to fry. There are still many doughs,” said Kailla.
“Leave it. I'm sleepy. Come on, accompany me to bed in a minute. I want to hug you,” pinta Pram with his hoarse voice. Without asking, the man had given orders to Ms. Sari to continue her work.
“Come to room. Sunday was supposed to be a special day for me. After a week of hard work, today you should spoil your husband,” Pram said, holding Kailla's hand and bringing his wife back to the room, having previously thrown Kailla's apron.
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