The President's Wife

Chapter 165: Do you know the truth?

After Bara's departure, Pram again approached Kailla. His wife did not eat much. A box of porridge that was still in Mother Ida's hands only reduced a few mouthfuls.

The housekeeper nodded. “Just eat a few mouthfuls, Sir,” Ibu Ida's story while handing porridge and plastic spoon to Pram's hand.

“Kai, we eat again. Poor kids,” whispered Pram.

The man crouched down in front of Kailla, positioning his body as high as his wife sitting on a plastic chair, slapping her body over the coffin.

“I'm full,” whispered Kailla slowly. Without shifting a bit. His gaze was blank, with a puffy face, teary-eyed.

“Eat a little more, yes. I bribe a few more spoons,” persuade Pram.

Pram can only make Kailla swallow three spoons of porridge, the rest Kailla has pushed the porridge slowly and shut her mouth. Slow-down, showing rejection.

“I'm full.” Kailla said slowly. His gaze had not moved, still at home looking at Riadi who was stiffened inside the glass case.

“You're crying?” tawar Pram, moving the limp drooping body so that it falls in the arms, leaning on his shoulders.

“Daddy is healed, Honey. Daddy's not sick anymore. Means we should also let it go.” Pram whispering. Her hand nimbly stroked the long hair of the original disheveled Kailla. With the other hand rubbed the tears that were falling down constantly.

“I don't want to be left by daddy. I haven't been a good boy to daddy.”

“There's still me, Pram. Your husband's. We're all facing it together. There are still our children. Here, there are our babies are also sad to see you like this,” said Pram, rubbing slowly Kailla's stomach that began to grow.

Kailla's sobs broke again. Both hands were tightly wrapped around her husband's neck. Great crying, wetting after her husband's black coat.

“You are not tired of crying constantly like this?” pram asked, gently rubbing his wife's back.

There was no answer, only Kailla's cries grew louder. The pregnant woman had to bite the collar of her husband's coat so that his crying did not come out.

“I tried sincerely, but I can't, Darling ...” Kailla said in between sobs. A great sigh with breath up and down.

“Prayer, daddy needs your prayers and sincerity at this time, dear. Daddy doesn't need his daughter's tears. You can see, daddy is already smiling, it is no longer in pain.” Pram tries to pull Kailla into the real world, not focusing on memories that will only make it difficult for Kailla to accept reality.

“I haven't been able to part with daddy. It feels heavy, darling,” the stuffing is slow.

“Yes, it's okay. The most important thing is that you know how to. You don't want to rest? You're not tired of sitting here?” ask Pram.

The headband strengthened for a moment along with the roar of tears. Body squeezed, with a clumsy look. Kailla collapses back in Pram's arms, falling unconscious for the second time.

“Sayang ..”

“Sayang ..”

A gentle pat on Kailla's face, trying to resuscitate the pregnant mother back. Looking at Kailla's current miserable condition, Pram couldn't do much. Can only take care of as much as possible, strengthen and become the foundation of Kailla's next life. Convincing his wife, if their lives had to go forward, could not stop in the middle of the road along with the departure of Riadi Dirgantara.

Pram circulated his gaze, looking for someone who could be asked for help.

“Shinar, please!” yell Pram. It was just Kinar who was closest to her, standing not too far away from her and Kailla who had already drooped limp in her arms.

“Yes, Mas. What's up?” kinar asked, looking at the unconscious Kailla.

“Please ask for a room, my wife fainted,” explained Pram, asking Kinar to contact the management for interest in opening a room for Kailla.

“Good Mas,” Kinar ran as fast as lightning. Trailing behind her is Pram who is holding Kailla.

It didn't take long, Kailla had already been placed in a comfortable room. One of the facilities provided by the funeral home.

Kinar standing behind him was just him, without a word.

“Kinar, I'll drop Kailla for a second. I have to go ahead, not feel good with the guests coming. Later I will tell mama to accompany Kailla here.”

“Ya Mas,” sahut Kinar. Staring at Pram's back disappeared at the door of the room.

The girl chose to sit beside the bed. Occasionally tidying up the messy hair that covers most of Kailla's pretty face.

“I'm sorry, Kai,” whispered Kinar slowly, holding Kailla's hand tightly.

***

Once out of the room, Pram was surprised to see a figure in a black suit standing in front of Riadi's coffin. From where he stood, the man could not see clearly.

As his footsteps drew closer, Pram recognized him. Middle-aged man, personal lawyer and close friend of Riadi.

“Pram, I'm so sorry,” said the lawyer, turning around when he heard footsteps approaching him. The man immediately hugged and patted Pram on the back, encouraging.

“Thanks, Sir.”

“I just heard the news of the passing of this good friend of mine. Last I visited him in the hospital, about half a year ago,”.

“Yes, it's been in a coma too long. As expected, sooner or later it will definitely end like this. Dady's body has been unable to respond to anything since falling into a coma the third time,” Pram's story.

“Mana Kailla?” ask the lawyer, looking around. Looking for a spoiled little girl who often troubles Riadi Dirgantara.

“He's resting, sir. Her condition dropped, especially when she was pregnant, really the toughest test for her.” Pram smiled wryly.

Both of them were already sitting around a round table of plain white treads. Pram with his hands on each other on the table, waiting for the news that Riadi's lawyer wanted to convey to him. While the middle-aged lung man was seen removing a medium-sized brown envelope, in a folded position from his suit pocket.

“This is a message from Riadi for you. You remember when I met you and Kailla, talking about the transfer of Riadi's assets. Probably about four years ago.”

Pram nodded.

“Your parents left you the letter. He asked me to hand him over to you when he was gone,” explained the lawyer. His eyes glazed over, remembering how close they were when they were young.

“You're a good man. Despite making many mistakes in his youth,” he continued.

The lawyer's gaze was suddenly stunned looking at Mother Citra, shocked and startled. Then he looked at Pram. I can hardly believe what he saw.

“Dia ..” The sentence of the lawyer hangs, pointing towards Ibu Citra who is sitting in the corner of the room with Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida.

Pram's gaze followed the lawyer's index finger. Smiling while answering the curiosity of the man sitting next to him. “She Citra Wijaya, my biological mother,” suhut Pram, with confidence.

Pram's words, like lightning in broad daylight. The lawyer's face paled instantly. Didn't know Pram knew everything. Either misunderstand or know clearly, but everything looks fine.

His gaze turned to look at Pram. “You already know the truth?” ask the lawyer to make sure.

***

TB

While waiting for Om Pram and Kailla up again, can stop by the work of my friend, Mak Jingga yes. There's Reno and Tenri