The President's Wife

Chapter 167: The Funeral

The man in the black suit folded back the yellowed paper and stuffed it into a brown envelope. Folding in half and keeping it behind the pocket of the suit with a lot of feeling gathering on the chest, a lot of thoughts flew through his mind.

Looking around, the night had changed. Highlight the lamp, a white tinge began to shine into the room where Riadi was buried. Not many more guests arrived. Only a few colleagues and colleagues were chatting in the company of the four assistants, filling the round tables with nostapa faces. It was as if he was carried away by the sorrow that had filled this room since noon.

Ibu Citra looks fun talking with Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida in the corner of the room. Stepping slowly closer, Pram greeted the mother who had not shifted the place since.

“Ma, don't you want to rest? It's starting the night. Do you want to go home, rest at home?” tawar Pram, interrupt the chat.

“Another moment, Pram. Where is Kailla?” mother Citra asked, frowning as she realized her daughter-in-law did not appear in her sight.

“Kailla was unconscious earlier, was accompanied by Kinar,” sahut Pram, rushed to where Kailla rested. The mother's reply gave her time to accompany Kailla for a moment.

Entering the room, Pram saw Kinar sitting pensively staring at the sleeping Kailla. Armed with a box of food and a glass of mineral water, the man walked in and approached his wife.

“How's Kailla doing?” pram asked, standing by the bed.

“Build wake up earlier Mas, but now asleep again,” said Kinar.

“You can go, thanks. Please make sure mama is fine, it seems like since mama was busy chatting until she did not have time to eat,” Pram story, dropped her body, sitting on the edge of the bed.

***

After Kinar left, Pram woke his wife. No matter what, Kailla had to eat. Their babies cannot be allowed to starve in there. Maybe Kailla's body and soul are hurting, but their children still need food.

Slow pats on the face, able to disturb sleep. Grazing a few times, the eyelids finally opened perfectly.

“Sayang ..” The first word that came out of the lips of the pregnant woman, with both hands clutching Pram's neck. The tear fell back as his memory recovered.

“Daddy ...” Speak softly in his will.

“Yes, eat a little. Later we meet daddy in front.”

“I'm not hungry. Aunty Kinar had already fed me,” Kailla said, pointing to a box of porridge that still looked intact. Just shuffled the edges.

“Our son is two in here. If only eat a little, they do not have enough energy to fight in your womb,” Pram persuaded, rubbed the big belly of Kailla.

“Eat a little more.”

Kailla nodded. “I eat alone.” The pregnant woman in black dress grabbed the remaining porridge box she had eaten earlier. Tidying up his sitting position, leaning against the pile of pillows that were arranged earlier.

“Why not just this one” asked Pram astonished, looking at a box of mixed rice that was still intact unspoiled. The one he brought in was specifically for Kailla's dinner.

“For you, Honey. I know, you haven't eaten anything since,” Kailla said, putting a spoonful of cold porridge in her mouth.

Pram smiled and complied.

“I'm taking care of the funeral according to daddy's last request.” Pram.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla, still busy spending the porridge inside the food box.

Right now Kailla is unwilling to think too far, letting Pram take care of everything for her. His feelings are being destroyed. Losing daddy is the hardest blow. The reality that for four years was trying to be pushed away from his mind.

“Daddy's lawyer was here. He sends you his regards.” Pram is back to telling stories.

Kailla nodded. “Sayang .. I still can't be sincere. Feels heavy. I haven't happy daddy. She wanted a grandchild, but I couldn't give her one yet. Even at the end of his breath, I have not been able to grant,” isak Kailla.

“Not to think about. Take good care of your womb. Daddy can still see you and our kids from there,” said Pram, patting his wife's head gently.

“Spend your food. I can't stay long. I have to get out again. We don't have anybody. Riadi Dirgantara's family is just the two of us, it's not nice to leave mourners with assistants.”

***

Anna's tomb was not here, but when deciding this place would be her eternal home, Riadi moved the tomb of his wife, so that later they could stay together.

Riadi had indeed prepared a tomb for her and Anna in advance. Even while still breathing, Riadi himself chose the place that would be his final resting place. Even so, Pram felt the need to inform Anna's family, just asking for permission. Riadi's funeral procession will automatically make the old meal a little disturbed.

Kailla looks a lot tougher than she was two days ago. Pregnant women are starting to accept the reality. With sunglasses matching the dress she was wearing, Kailla tried to hide her puffy eyes.

Getting out of the car by hugging the Riadi Dirgantara, Kailla and Pram frames has been greeted by a crowd of atmosphere in the luxurious burial area of Riadi Dirgantara's final resting place. It looks Pram frowned, circulating the view at the point where the white tent is installed with a row of chairs that have been filled with mourners who helped usher Riadi Dirgantara.

In one row of chairs, Bara and his wife were sitting talking in black clothes.

Kailla only smiled at a glance greeting the two, and chose to sit in the front seat, hugging the picture frame of her daddy. Sometimes pregnant women wipe the tears that fell on her cheeks with a tissue that has clumped.

Pram, who had accompanied Kailla since then, dropped the body sitting right next to Kailla. Staring at the view of the square hole that is still empty waiting for its owner to occupy.

“Sayang ...” isak Kailla is heard back, leaning on Pram's shoulder. The pregnant woman could not help but cry when her daddy coffin was placed right above the square hole. Still waiting for time to be taken down.

“Ya, Dear.” Pram hugged Kailla's shoulder, patting her gently to strengthen. The man also harbors the same grief. His eyes condensed, hidden behind his sunglasses.

As the two shared their grief, strengthening each other suddenly appeared a foreign male figure meeting Kailla.

“Hai, Kailla,” sweep. The man whose face was not unfamiliar, but it had been a long time since Kailla had seen him.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said smiling stiffly.

“Long time no see. Remember me yet? I'm Dennis Wijaya,” he said reaching out in front of Kailla and Pram. However, the man's gaze was more focused on Kailla.

Pram who was sitting by his wife's side could only endure the annoyance by clenching his hand . Their meeting several times, four years ago was quite a bad impression on both of them. Even Pram had a fight with Dennis when Kailla was still his fiancee.

“Thanks.” Pram welcomed Dennis's hand, who was waiting for a welcome from Kailla.

“Oh, you contacted me yesterday, didn't you?” ask Dennis to make sure.

“I feel the need to come, representing my papa Andi Wijaya, who just passed away a few months ago,” explained Dennis, waiting for Pram's reaction.

“Thanks.” Pram answered briefly.

Kailla had been silent since then, not having spoken to the two, but the pregnant woman immediately raised her gaze as Dennis uttered a sentence that surprised her.

“No problem. Although our family relationship is deteriorating, but I cannot deny the reality. Riadi Dirgantara is my aunt husband, Anna Wijaya. I can't refuse if Riadi wants to be buried next to his wife.”

Deg—

Kailla. During this time he had often heard the story of Andi Wijaya but not by the name of Anna Wijaya. He was also not curious to find out the relationship of this Wijaya family with his daddy. All he knows is, Andi Wijaya asks him to call Om, confessing to daddy's sister-in-law that Kailla does not know clearly what the relationship is like. There are many bad stories, the struggle for property and many dark stories covered in it, making Kailla withdraw and not want to take a headache with the Wijaya family.

The pregnant woman looked around, her eyes fixed on the gravestone that was already lying on the grass right beside the hole prepared for her daddy. Squeezing eyes covered in sunglasses and finding out the truth of the story that Dennis just revealed.

The pregnant woman immediately took off her glasses. His net was rounded when he saw Anna Wijaya's name engraved with golden ink on the tombstone.

“NO!” kailla.

“My wife daddy is just my mom!” kailla continued, refusing to accept the reality.

***

TB