The President's Wife

Chapter 169: Am I really a daddy's son?

The swollen eyelids opened perfectly and the first one caught the net was Pram's panicked face. Her husband almost cried staring in panic at her. A sudden docked kiss as the close embrace strengthens.

“I'm sorry, Kai. You're awake, darling.” The soft voice of Pram, mixed with fanfare in the cemetery area. Kailla was put to sleep in a row of chairs right in front of the navel. There was Bella who joined her hand, standing with a concerned look.

“That's patient, Kai. Remember you are pregnant,” whispered his best friend slowly, soothing.

As soon as the consciousness gathered perfectly, Kailla immediately stood up, staring at the chest coffin that had entered the burrow. Almost lost his balance, but he tried to strengthen himself. No more protests like before, Kailla chose silence, not much to say. That fact struck him at once aware of his impossible wish coming true.

“Sayang ..” Pram handed a basket of flowers to Kailla. His wife was still shaken behind his silence.

The rose petals flew and fell on the coffin, accompanying Riadi's departure to immortality. The gravediggers began to hoard. Kailla who did not want to miss this moment for a second could only cry staring at the corpse of the daddy who slowly disappeared covered in the ground.

“Sayang .... “ Pram clutches Kailla's body shaking violently from behind. Spreading strength and warmth. Hope Kailla is okay and can get through it all. The toughest point for Kailla at the moment, but he wanted his wife to see for herself, watching these moments with her own eyes. It was painful, but then Kailla was able to rise from the slump and move forward.

Reality is painful, but it takes pain to get one step ahead and close to maturity.

When all was out of sight, Kailla turned to hug Pram, the crying grew even more intense. Hugging tightly while biting lips. Kaila drove her daddy to the end of the story. Riadi Dirgantara's journey, finally ends here after nearly four years of coma.

***

Coming home from the funeral, Kailla shut herself up all day in the room. Ibu Citra was forced to stay at Pram's place today. No heart left Kailla who is still hiding behind her sadness, especially in the middle of her twin pregnancy.

“Pram, should not go to the doctor. Mom's worried about Kailla. Since yesterday your wife has only been crying. Cannot eat and rest well. Mama is afraid of why-why with your baby,” said Ibu Citra.

The mother and son had just finished their dinner. Minus Kailla refused to come down and chose to enjoy dinner alone in her room. The atmosphere of grief is still clearly visible in the luxurious residence of Reynaldi Pratama. There are not many activities, both assistants and workers. Everyone chose to rest after these three days were preoccupied with Riadi's funeral procession.

“Yes, Mom. Tomorrow I'll take Kailla to the doctor.”

“Ma, until Kailla improves, I'll take a day off and work from home. If you really have to leave Kailla alone, I beg you to accompany Kailla here,” pinta Pram.

The man got up and stepped into his bedroom. Can't take too long to leave Kailla alone. As soon as the door of the room opened, Pram was presented with a heartbreaking sight.

Kailla sat hugging the bolts, crying tears. Trouble, bite the lips so that the voice does not come out. The sound of the door opened, suddenly making the pregnant woman avert her glance, re-hugging her roll no matter the presence of the husband.

“Honey, you haven't eaten?” Pram walked over, staring at the tray filled with food that had not been touched at all.

“I bribe, yes.”

Kailla.

“Come Darling. Don't be like this, you don't feel sorry for our babies in here,” Pram said. Sitting on the edge of the bed holding a tray of food. With his left hand, sneaking in from the sidelines of the bolster that Kailla hugged, gently rubbed his wife's stomach.

Seeing Kailla who remained unmoved, the prospective daddy put a tray on the bed. Get rid of the bolster and stick his ears without excuse to where their twins fell asleep.

“Hi kids, this is daddy. Today mommy is sad, so you fast first, yes. It's okay, right?” pram said, speaking with Kailla's big belly. Occasionally glanced at the puffy face that was continuously wet by tears.

“Must be strong yes. If you're hungry, kick mommy's tight belly. So mommy knows, if you're a kid. Not yet invited to fast,” continued Pram.

Kailla glanced at the husband lying on his stomach, his hand rubbing his stomach. Pram said, slapping him so that he would be aware of the real reality. Seeing that, Pram grew more and more eager to persuade.

“Awhile yes, deck. His sister is hungry too?” pram asked again, frowning pretending to hear something from Kailla's stomach.

“Oh .. big brother is hungry too. A moment yes, daddy persuade mommy first,” continued Pram.

The man towards half a century had already risen and took a sitting position right in front of his wife. Smiling at Kailla. A warm smile is shady.

“We're eating now, mommy. You don't hear, the kid's already protesting inside here. Pity them, mommy,” persuade Pram to return.

Kailla's wistful gaze led to a black bead of eyes as thick as her husband's soot. Highlight eyes full of deep sorrow. In harmony with the face that is still tracing tears. The tip of the nose is reddened, with a dashed breath due to something clogging in it, resulting in too much crying. The pregnant mother was holding her throbbing head since earlier.

“We ate a little, Mommy. Eat for the kids,” said Pram, smiling. Grab a spoon and fill it with rice and soup sauce. He thrust it right in front of his wife's lips.

“Am I really a daddy's kid?” After a long silence, Kailla made a sound.

“Eat first, later I will tell you everything I know and want you to know.”

Pram is so excited. After waking up from her stupor this afternoon, after learning the truth, Kailla chose to keep her mouth shut. His wife drowned in her own wounds, shut herself up and enjoyed her pain all by herself.

“I bribe, after your food runs out, I will tell you everything,” Pram said. With your fingertips, wipe away the remains of tears that trace across the smooth cheeks of a marble tub.

Nodding slowly before devouring the first feed of his dinner. Pram was a little relieved, when Kailla could be invited to compromise.

***

“Daddy did not marry Mama Rania.” The opening words that came out of Pram's lips.

The man in the sleeping suit was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling of the room. The wife was looking for warmth in the chest of her field, enjoying her regular and soothing heartbeat.

“Why?” Kailla's voice sounded soft, with no expression and emotion in it. All day crying, Kailla had forgotten how to be angry and sad that should be how.

“Ehem ...” Hard enough for Pram to open the truth without hurting his wife. However, this day must have arrived and he could not dodge anymore. Kaila is also entitled to know, although only partially the story.

“Kai, if one day we part or you leave me...” There was a pause before Pram continued his sentence.

“And I choose to remain faithful to keep my love for you, to keep my heart for you. Am I wrong Kai?” ask Pram.

Kailla's stunned. The fingers of her hand that had been carving on her husband's chest came to a halt.

“Not ... it's not an error.” Kailla expressed her opinion.

“That's what daddy did all this time, Kai.”

“Daddy did not marry your mama, for keeping heart for his wife Anna Wijaya.”

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TB