The President's Wife
Chapter 163: Go with sincerity
“Iya, good afternoon,” greet Pram with his flat voice, focus on listening to the information conveyed by the caller from across.
A second later, Pram's gaze froze staring at his wife. The calm countenance turned pale, directly hugging his ignorant wife.
“Sayang ..”
Kailla's spoiled greeting flowed softly in the ear, implying confusion. A big question mark would be the strange attitude of her husband who suddenly clenched and rubbed her gently.
“Hmmmmm,” muttered Pram, clutching Kailla's body in her arms. He looked at his mother like there was something he wanted to say.
“Kai, finish your meal, after that accompany me to the hospital. We're visiting daddy.”
A warm smile was engraved on Pram's handsome face. It can be calm, but its mind and brain are far away. Stringing sentences in silence, looking for the simplest and painless delivery.
Assume full confidence. Kailla is so excited, will be reunited with her daddy.
“There's something I should talk about with mama.” A light peck at the top of Kailla's head, as usual before Pram rushes to the mother's room to share a grieving story that will uproot his wife in a moment.
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Ma, my in-laws are no more.”
Speech like lightning in broad daylight was enough to jolt the feeling of Mother Citra. How not, it was only a few days ago that he encountered his great enemy, to deliver an apology and now the man left without a word.
“Ya Lord ...”
“I have to how, Ma? I will see Kailla destroyed in front of my own eyes without being able to do anything,” Pram said in a tone of resignation. He can't do much.
Pram held his mother in tears, shedding the feelings that had accumulated since a few minutes ago. “This is not the end I expected, Ma. More precisely not yet, when my wife needs strength and happiness to welcome the birth of our children,” said Pram held his sob.
“Nobody knows when all that will happen in our lives. We cannot vote and protest. All we can do is face it. At least mama was relieved, had met him to send an apology that may be during his life very much awaited,” said the old woman rubbed Pram's head.
The man hugged his mother's waist, weeping over the situation that was not on her side. He is studying sincerely. His pain in-laws was over, but his wife's pain was just beginning. If he can be unselfish, he also wants to take Riadi to his final resting with a smile.
“Ma, how should I? Please stay at my place for a while, until Kailla is strong. Please help my wife, Ma. I know it's not easy for him. I beg ...”
That heart-wrenching line slid smoothly from Pram's dry lips. He has no other way but to accompany Kailla to face the hardest reality of his life.
“Ya .. mama will accompany Kailla until all this grief is over.”
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Along the way to the hospital, Pram never once took off his embrace from his wife. The fingers are always gently rubbing the head of Kailla alternately stroking the distended abdomen covered in peach-colored satin dresses. Periodic kisses are sprinkled Pram in order to show his feelings of unlimited love.
Ibu Citra who sat beside Kailla could only comment on a smile, seeing the incredible love Pram showed his wife.
The heartbeat gets stronger as the footsteps get closer. When the eyes have been presented with a view of the nurse walking quickly, to and fro in her white uniform, Pram's feelings are more unfazed. His clutches of his hands also tightened, making sure his wife was a strong woman.
Once left a few steps closer to the room that has been inhabited by Ridi Dirgantara for the past four years, a row of assistants have been standing at the door with their faces down. Among all, Donny was the hardest hit. The man with the face puffy, leaning against the wall. Sam, Bayu and Ricko look more relaxed, although the look of sadness is clear.
Until now, Kailla has not had any premonition, visible from her cherry face that is still printed clearly, occasionally teasing Sam who does not serve it.
“Honey, we don't see a nurse first?” kailla asked in surprise, stopping her steps. Unlike usual, before entering Riadi's room, they usually have to notify the doctor or guard nurse.
Just a smile in response, Pram chose to embrace Kailla's bewildered body. Maybe up to here Kailla has started reading awkward, unusual little things.
As soon as the room opened, only silence greeted them. The pulsating sound of medical aids that usually greeted them, now no longer existed. Inside, two nurses were tidying up the tools that were previously attached to Riadi's body and removing him from his body stiffly stretched over the hospital gurney.
Deg—
Kaila took off her husband's hand. The bad thought was already stifling in his mind, but his heart was still unwilling to accept. A little run held back the cries, Kailla's heart rumbled. When the distance was only separated by a thin sheet of paper, his hand grasped the hand of the helpless and slightly stiff daddy.
“Darling, daddy wake up? It's healed, huh?” kailla asked turned to look at Pram who was tailing behind her.
The pretty face was teary-eyed but her lips were smiling. Pram knows Kailla already knows what happened, just not ready to accept the reality.
“Honey, have a look. Daddy no longer need to wear these tools, it turns out daddy can,” Kailla said, pulling Pram's hand, half dragging her husband closer.
Pram just obeyed, not daring to make the slightest sound. Letting Kailla face reality in her own way.
“Dad, I came to pick you up. Surely daddy's tired of sleeping here too long. Your back hurts, right?” kailla spoke as usual.
His voice trembled, withstanding the painstaking sense of being concealed. Both palms rubbed the rough face that broke with tears. Some of his make-up faded exposed to a sweep of water that decays from the eyelids.
“I've said it over and over again, let's go home. Your spine is no longer able to lie too long in this hard bed. Daddy must miss your soft mattress, right?”
“Yes right, Honey?” kailla asked, looking at her husband asking for justification.
“Ya, Dear.” Pram nodded, biting his lips holding the same taste. Seeing Kailla like this her heart was sliced.
“Dad, your koi fish is already big, already having children. Let's go home, Pram has renovated the daddy's room now,” take Kailla, clutching a stiff wrinkled hand and starting to cool down than before.
“Daddy room is now comfortable once. Come on, let's go home. I'll show you, Dad.”
Kailla's hand again tightly gripped her daddy's hand. Slowly placed on his big stomach.
“Dad, can you feel? Your twin granddaughter is calling you from inside here,”, Kailla said.
“Dad can hear it. His voice is very small,” continued Kailla, making Pram frutrasi himself hear the ravings of his wife.
“Honey, already. Don't do this,” said Pram, clutching Kailla's shoulder, trying to strengthen his wife.
Not seeing any response from Riadi, Kailla again shook her daddy's body. Scattering and hugging with roaring cries on the bony chest, the bone clad in skin. Shedding the tears she had been holding back since.
“Dad, don't go first. What about me if daddy leaves. I haven't made daddy happy,” he said, on the sidelines. The body was curved, face down on Riadi's stiff chest.
There's no more heart rate there, no more breathing and blowing. The weak helpless skin of the body was paled already. With blue lips reviewed a meaningless thin smile. Yes, Riadi left with the corner of her lips raised upwards. The face of peace is full of sincerity and willingness.
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