The President's Wife

Chapter 179: First time Office

Kailla exited the ICU with a look of sadness. Watery eyes with the tip of the nose reddened, sobbing slowly.

Leaned against the glass door of the ICU room, shedding the sense it held back from a few minutes ago. Kaila cried loudly, covering her mouth with both hands.

Sam and Bayu who were sitting in the waiting chair could only watch without being able to do anything. These few days Kailla looked tough, maybe it was time she spilled all the stifling flavors on her chest.

That cry sounded heartbreaking, Sam threw away his gaze. Unwilling to see his pitiful-looking master tear up.

In the middle of sobs, suddenly heard a cellphone ring from the bag that was in Sam's arms. The assistant rush reached into the latest series of green Hermes that was being held.

Hurriedly walking over, Kailla frowned when she saw the name of the caller listed on her expensive device.

"Donnie ...." Kailla frowned. The assistant who had been serving in the RD Group had suddenly contacted him.

"What's up, Don?" kailla asked while stroking her stomach. The pregnant woman tried to act as calm as possible, removing the rough water droplets that adorned her beautiful face.

"Look Non .. well how to convey it. There are about six projects that are in the consideration phase of Mr. Pram." Pause for a moment, Donny heard a rough sigh.

"Pak Pram has also not decided to tender or appoint a direct contractor who will be used for 3 apartment projects in East Jakarta."

Donny seemed to be trying to convey as calmly as possible amid his incomprehension. All he talked about was based on what Stella told him.

Secretaries who are confused and cannot make decisions when the boss falls into a coma, are working and their clients need clarity even though the process is not yet now.

"Maybe Non Kailla ... must be ...."

"I understand Don!" Kailla cut. Of course he understood what Donny wanted to say.

"I'll be at the office tomorrow morning." Kailla. Seeming strong in his performance, trying to stay strong in the midst of the threat of a storm that berhubi.

***

Next day.

That morning, Kailla prepared in her semi-formal suit. The only collection that fills the wardrobe in a walk in closet that is dominated by casual suits or clothes for traveling.

Sweeping her face with thin makeup, trying to cover her head as a result of crying too much all night. Crying, shedding longs that burst in the chest. Miss her husband, Reynaldi Pratama who has not inhabited their room for several days.

"Darling, quickly get up .. This room is as if it died without you. Me and the kids need you, need warmth from you" Kailla said, looking in the mirror, still with an eyebrow pencil in her right hand.

After making sure her appearance was perfect, Kailla immediately came out of the room, carrying the latest Channel output. The black bag that looks matches its elegant look with a large belly imprinted in its simple dress.

"Ma .. I have to go to the office now. There was some work delayed during Pram in Austria. And I was asked to finish it immediately, "Kailla lied.

He, Kinar and the assistants were forced to lie for the time being. The condition of Mother Citra, made them choose this path. At least, it would be better if his in-laws knew nothing. Than it will be a problem. They not only have to take care of Pram but also take care of Ibu Citra.

Her mother-in-law who had already enjoyed breakfast only nodded. Seen Kinar sitting next to him to accompany.

"Did Pram call you, Kai?" ask Ibu Citra slowly. The longing looked real on the old face with dominating wrinkles.

"Yet, Ma. There's a big problem in the Austrian office, so my husband really doesn't have time to even ask his babies."

"Suspicious Pram! His wife was pregnant, he was busy working!" gerutu Ibu Citra's. Upset at feeling neglected by her son. Since Pram's departure a few days ago, not once has the man contacted him.

Even his departure was so sudden, without saying goodbye. The elderly woman was only told by Bayu through Kinar and asked to prepare to stay while accompanying Kailla.

The conversation at the dinner table was fairly short, Kailla had to catch up with time. Sam and Donny were waiting for him in the car.

***

Along the way, Kailla looked nervous. Sitting uneasily gazing at the scene outside the car window with hands squeezing each other in the lap.

Descending from the car complete with sunglasses, Kailla who wore a knee-length green dress and carrying a black bag seemed to try to look relaxed and calm.

"Sam, do I look weird?" kailla asked whispered softly to Sam who was walking next to her.

"Entah Non. If Mr. Pram was wearing sunglasses and a suit when he got off the car in the lobby looks really cool, but ... Non Kailla looks the opposite." Sam tried to be honest.

"You mean Sam?" ask Kailla.

"The path is full of confidence, Non. Don't sneak around like bad luck. The road as usual"

"Partially, Non Kailla was the boss who replaced Pak Pram, the daughter of the owner of this company. Why are you acting so strange?" sam protest.

"I'm afraid Sam. It felt strange, so I closed my eyes with sunglasses. I think all eyes are on me. It's different to go to the office to visit my husband."

"Nl ... Non, closed what not closed the same. It was real in front of everyone. Not just that feeling."

As soon as she reached the floor where her husband's room was, Kailla immediately opened her sunglasses. Pregnant women can breathe a sigh of relief. Especially when he met Stella, the panicked face changed.

"Mrs, I'm sorry." The secretary immediately hugged to strengthen.

Stella's words make Kailla remember her husband. The bright sharpness changed instantly. There was a sudden fog of sorrow enveloping.

"Thank Ste. Please help me later." Kaila said softly, her tears almost spilled.

***

As soon as he entered the room, the sadness doubled. Kaila threw her expensive bag on her husband's desk, then chose to sit in the chair that Pram used to sit in.

Unwilling to linger in grief, Kailla asks Stella to bring all her husband's pending work.

Sam, who was tailing, threw himself on the couch. Checking his phone.

"It's Madam. Do you need any help?" stella asked, dropping a stack of files on the table. Sontak made Kailla's eyes bulge.

"Ste, this much?"

"This is what you should learn before making an important decision for the company. If Madam doesn't understand, I'll ask the division heads of each section to explain to Madam directly."

Kailla's shoulder gagged, it dropped helplessly while looking at Sam.

"Alright Ste, I'll try to learn it first. You can come out now."

The departure of Stella, making Kailla choose to sit. Take the file from the top stack and read it slowly.

"Yes God ... Sam, there's not a single word I understand. Except for the value of the money in this file."

Sam wettest. "This is the greatness of money Non, even though it does not hit school even once, if the money problem is sure everyone can read it and be smart math.

"You don't laugh at me Sam. Come here, help me learn. So I can ask for your opinion too!" kailla.

Deg-

"Wooh! This danger. Non Kailla could've thrown it all at me."

***

TB