The President's Wife

Chapter 176: The Sunday of Kailla and Pram

Sunday morning at the Reynaldi Pratama residence.

Early in the morning Kailla woke up, leaving Pram still plain face down under her warm blanket.

“Darling, today I did not make you breakfast. No problem, right?” kailla asked, whispering softly in the ears of the husband who was still wandering in the dreamland.

Not an answer, Pram moaned slowly while pulling his wife's body. Stick with a slow whisper that tickles the ear.

Bruk!

The pregnant woman fell on her husband's body. A second later, Kailla was already under Pram's rule, cupped in a stocky arm, curled up in Reynaldi Pratama's arms.

“I don't need your breakfast, Kai. I can devour you any time hunger strikes me.” Pram's hoarse voice was still with his eyes closed. Squeeze his embrace.

“Ah .. You always have been. Today I deliberately didn't make you breakfast. How about we eat chicken porridge near our old housing complex. After that visit daddy and mom. At the same time we hunt artists to add to my collection of aquariums that are still empty.

The man's eyes were open. “Why move bow, haven't you only kept stud fish?” pram asked confusedly. His hand stroked his wife's big belly.

“I want to cultivate it, Honey. So that they can have children. I'm not hard to hunt anymore, not spend your money.” Kailla answered enthusiastically.

“Yesterday I just married Mas Gading Martin with his ex-wife Song Joon Ki, what was his name ..” Kailla seemed to be frowning her forehead, thinking hard. Korean actor problem, he can memorize all. It's different when it comes to female artists. His brain sluggish for a moment.

“Ah .... Kyo-kyo. So that later the results of the fish are stucco. Pas already, the widow met the widower,” sahut Kailla origin, close both index fingers.

Pram was blown away instantly. The sleepiness disappeared, changing into laughter without stopping. Although he did not understand the art worker called his wife, but Kailla really made him laugh.

“I plan to find a mate for Lee Min Ho, darling. He wants to be mated with Hollywood artists, let his son have blue eyes and his tail and flippers blonde,” continued Kailla, getting crazy.

Pram's laughter grew louder, as Kailla grew more and more crazed. The man let out his tears, unable to stand his wife's jokes.

“Kai, what will our children be like? Male or female yes?” pram asked after stopping his laughter.

The two were lying sideways, with Pram hugging his wife's body from behind.

“I don't know, but I hope they're not as funny as I am,” he said slowly, barely audible. Imagining her son making trouble every day, Kailla shuddered in horror. Not just one, but there were two little demons who would pestilence him every day.

Pram tightened his embrace. “I didn't expect much. I just asked one of them to be a man. Both men are okay. I want a boy for you.”

“If it's a boy, how do I pigtail his hair later. How can I put them in a long frilly cinderella dress,” protests Kailla.

“The second, newly pregnant daughter,” suhut Pram.

“I have to get pregnant again after this?” kailla asked in a clear voice. The one in the stomach alone has not been removed, Pram already plans to add another baby.

“Yes, later the second girls program. So someone will accompany you later. There are friends gossiping about handsome men and friends spending my money,” said Pram. Get rid of his wife's long hair and slowly peck at the nape of Kailla.

“I want our first boy. So that someone takes care of you when I'm not around. I leave my duties to my boys. One day, if my hands are not able to hold you, they will embrace you. Those who will take care of you, those who will protect you, those who will replace me.” Pram said slowly.

Kailla immediately turned her head, looking at the husband who was now staring at her with teary eyes.

“Why crying? You will be healthy until the children mature,” said Kailla full of confidence, although in the heart follow ketar-ketir.

“Ya.” Pram answered briefly

“Ayo prepare. You want breakfast chicken porridge, right?” continued Pram.

“Ya .. which is in our old house.” Kailla answered.

***

Pram drove his car through the capital's road. His destination was South Jakarta, where Kailla spent her childhood. After the chicken porridge, the two continue on their way to San Diego Hills, Riadi and Mama Rania's last home now.

Arriving in front of the tomb, Kailla rests. Saying a prayer in the heart. It feels different when visiting the grave of his mother. At daddy's grave, the grief was still so palpable, the feeding ground was still wet. The flower petals scattered over the tomb, have not fully dried, even still left traces of yellowing footprints in the green grass.

“Dad, I'm coming.” The word was said also after Pram gathered next to him, embracing his trembling shoulders holding back the haru and crying so as not to fall. Daddy definitely did not want to see her cry, although eventually the cry broke as well.

“I'm good ... fine.” Words that sound sad. Kailla forced her lips to smile amidst the soundless rain of tears. Calming sentences that are not in line with the reality. Crying in a smile, smiling in a cry.

The rose was placed slowly beside the tombstone. Slowly wiping the black stone engraved with the name Riadi Dirgantara.

The two stayed there for a long time, as if Kailla refused to go home. Still want to linger long, enjoy the togetherness that is not the same as before. If the daddy can still talk, later daddy can not even do anything. Can only be touched without being able to respond.

And now, there's nothing left. Just a mound of wet ground, unable to speak, unable to be touched anymore. Daddy's fusing with the land. Only big names and memories remain. In the eyes of people, Riadi Dirgantara only left behind his name and football lunge during life.

After Riadi's grave, the couple stopped by Rania's mother's grave. Still in the same location, just different clusters. Mama Rania in the usual cluster, in contrast to Riadi is buried in the most luxurious cluster in this cemetery complex.

Say hello and send prayers. Kaila gave her the same bouquet of red roses as she ate her daddy.

“Ma, I'm coming again,” whispered slowly Kailla, sitting on the grass. Accompanied by her faithful husband, she held him tight. Pram knows, it's not easy for Kailla at the moment. After not having a mama, now she's losing daddy.

“Ma, your grandchildren are healthy,” Pram whispered after sending his prayers. Diverting suffering with trite talk. Tells the story of Kailla's pregnancy, sharing their happy story that will soon welcome new family members. Twins that will fill the days with smiles and cries.

***

From the funeral, Kailla can smile happily. The next destination was the fish stall. Like Pram's promise a few days ago, they finally arrived at his current world paradise Kailla.

It looks like Pram pulled over the car on one of the streets that he used to pass every time he returned to the office. There were several small stalls lined up, selling various types of ornamental fish.

Of course Kailla's feelings are flowery at the moment. There are many of his favorite fish.

“Which one you? Just choose as you like, Kai!” said Pram, the man chose to sit in a plastic chair, waiting for a busy wife to choose.

For almost an hour, the pregnant woman chose. The bottles of fish he had chosen were lined up in front of the stall ready to be transported to the car.

“Already?” pram asked, taking his wallet out of his pants pocket.

Kailla nodded. A happy face that contrasts perfectly with Kailla's expression at the funeral.

“Honey, to the car only. Wait for me there,” command Pram.

“I still have to put these fish into the trunk,” continued Pram.

“I want to wait here only, Honey,” refuse Kailla. The pregnant woman was so happy. Follow the fish until they get into the trunk of their car.

Pram still talked for a moment with the seller on the sidewalk to ask how to care for the right fish. Kailla, meanwhile, stood behind the car staring at the fish swimming in the jar from a distance. Fish jars are now neatly lined up in the trunk of the car.

Too happy, the pregnant woman did not realize when a car speeding ready to hit her body from behind. The speed of the car is so directed, as if it had been planned before.

The sound of the car roaring, driving above average it distracts Pram. Realizing the disaster that would hit his wife. Pram runs, pushing Kailla into the middle of the street.

“KAI!!” pram shouted pushing his wife's body tight, before the car finally hit her body without a fight.

BRAKKKKKK!!!

Luckily no vehicles were passing by, Kailla was still able to get up and watch her husband's body bounce off long before it finally hit the road asphalt.

Their car was dragged a few meters ahead before stopping. All the jars in the car broke apart, the fish lying helpless as the car owner who was unconscious, covered in blood in the middle of the road.

***