The President's Wife

Chapter 164: Want to be buried next to the wife

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.

“Darling, daddy was just kidding, right? He's pranking me, right?” kailla asked after being satisfied crying and hitting daddy but things remained the same.

Pram just nodded slowly. I can no longer see my wife like this.

“Let daddy go, Honey. It has to be like this in the end. Sooner it will be there today. Not always this breath remains in the body, dear,” Pram whispered, forcing her to hug the rebellious Kailla and cry hysterically at her words.

The foot of the level snapped at the earth violently, as if it did not accept the words of the husband. The nurse who had been cleaning the tools, stopped after seeing Kailla's expression that cut the feelings of anyone who saw.

“No! You lied to me. I told you, don't sign it!” todong Kailla shoved rough on her husband's body. Tears crept with his words.

“No Darling. I didn't do anything. I swear. Don't be like this, Kai. I know you understand everything, it's just ...”

Plakkkkp!

Pram does not finish his sentence, Kailla slaps him until he is unable to speak anymore.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” kailla said repeatedly with a fiery look, pointing her index finger at Pram.

“Yes, can hate me, but don't be like this. Come, cry as much as possible, I am here to hear your cry, to be your impingement.” Pram immediately grabbed Kailla's body and forced her to hug her from behind.

“Don't be like this, Honey. There is still me and our baby,” Pram persuaded, trying to calm his wife's body that shook violently.

“I hate you ..” Only this sentence was repeated Kailla said.

“Yes, may hate me, may hit me, may do anything to me, but do not be like this. Daddy's gone, but me and our son are still here with you. Don't pity our twin babies. He also needs your attention,” whispered Pram, calming. The man's hand still locked onto Kailla's big belly, wiping her slowly and regularly.

The burly hand turned to clutch Kailla's hand, pulling his wife back closer. “Speak what you want to talk about with daddy. Hug as much now.”

Kailla shook her head with tears.

“I don't want to part with daddy. I want daddy to stay here,” Kailla said in between sobs.

“It's time to split up. Inevitably, we must remain separated. Poor daddy, living like this hurts too. Now daddy's happy. You can see, daddy finally smiled after a long struggle against his pain.” Pram says.

Kailla could only shut her mouth with both hands, her cries breaking on the edge of the bed. And Pram could only look with a sliced heart at the pain of holding back the cries. Right now, he can't do anything. All he could do was stand as firm as possible, to be where Kailla was leaning.

“Sayang ... why does Daddy have to leave so soon?” kailla asked, hugging her husband, her crying sounded so heartbreaking. A hiccup in Pram's burly arm.

I don't know how long Kailla's been crying, squeezing a wet Pram shirt. Two nurses walked over, covering Riadi with a white cloth.

“Sorry sir, the deceased must be moved. He was examined by a doctor to complete his data. You can see the doctor directly,” is obviously one of the nurses.

“Do not like that, daddy will be tight if his face is covered!” kailla protested, removing the white cloth that covered Riadi's face.

“Honey, daddy must be moved. Don't be like this,” whispered Pram as Kailla held the gurney so that her daddy wasn't under away.

Kailla's cry broke after Pram held back her movements. The safe walked out and away.

Just as Kailla was about to catch up, her body suddenly lost balance. The world is blackened and spinning. Both legs were not powerful enough to support his body. The pregnant woman will slump down, fall to the floor if Pram does not immediately hold it. Kaila fainted, unconscious in her husband's arms.

***

A funeral home in Pluit became the choice of Pram, for the burial place of Riadi Dirgantara's body. Since the news of the passing of the RD Group owner was spread, there were dozens of flower boards that began to arrive and filled the Grand Heaven courtyard.

A medium-sized golden-framed photograph, seen standing stocky in front of a brownish wooden coffin covered in glass. Looking handsome and dashing with a charismatic smile, the man who was now lying stiff with both hands folded on his chest.

White flower arrangements filled the room, with several mourners beginning to show their condolences. There are many round tables with surrounding chairs that are purposely prepared for guests. Assistants were seen standing outside the room, preparing to greet mourners.

Among all, Donny was hardest hit and lost. The man still could not hide his sadness. A puffy face, occasionally still shedding tears. Four years spent accompanying Riadi in the hospital, not an easy thing for him at the moment. Moreover, he is the only longest-serving assistant who works in the Riadi Dirgantara family. From escorting Kailla to the last seven years, she has been accompanying the daily life of the deceased.

Inside the room, Pram looks handsome in a black suit, standing rigidly beside Kailla. His wife was still not satisfied crying after waking from her stupor. The pregnant woman chose to sit down, face down next to the coffin with tears, occasionally staring at the pale face of the daddy that was clearly visible from the glass cover.

“Sayang ..” Pram offered him a glass of mineral water, helping his wife sip clear liquid from her suction. Kailla had been crying all day, the man started to worry about her.

In the corner of the room, Ibu Citra was accompanied by Kinar dressed as black as Kailla and Pram. Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari also seem to join there.

“Darling, you have to eat. Poor little boy,” whispered Pram, took a box of chicken porridge and began to feed. Since lunch at her mother's house, Kailla has not filled her stomach with anything.

“I don't want to,” reject Kailla, pushing a slow spoon that almost reached her lips.

“Eat just a little. It's late afternoon, you haven't eaten anything. Pity our son,” persuaded Pram, glancing at the clock on his wrist. Mother Ida who accompanied, seemed to take over the chicken porridge from the hands of her employer after seeing there Pram colleagues who came.

“Pak, let me persuade,” said Ibu Ida.

From a distance, I can see Bara walking in. “Pram, I'm so sorry!” sapanya, hugging.

“Sorry, I just got word. Bella can't come yet, our baby still can't be left. Later in the diet my wife will be present,” explained Bara, patting Pram's shoulder. His gaze turned to the pitiful-looking Kailla.

“Yes, it's okay, Bar,” says Pram, smile flat.

The man was already standing in front of the coffin, sending prayers with both hands clinging to each other in front of the chest. Given clearly how the first football lunge Riadi Dirgantara raised RD Group. Both companies are engaged in the same field. Almost at every opportunity will meet not even let them work together.

“The plan is when, Pram?” bara asked, after sending her prayers.

“I don't know yet. I need to contact Anna Wijaya's family first. Message my in-laws during life, want to be buried next to his wife,” explained Pram. There is a burden to be borne on this matter. Moments lead to Kailla's destruction when all of his wife's past is exposed. Until now, Kailla only knew that Riadi Dirgantara's wife was Rania Sari, her mother. I can't imagine what would happen if everything was revealed at the funeral.

“Dave not visible?” Bara circulated his gaze, looking for the figure of Pram's favorite assistant.

“David in Austria. Now on the way back to Indonesia with representatives from KRD. The director of the company in Austria had an accident, while David was replacing him ,” explained Pram briefly.

***

TB