The President's Wife

Chapter 183: Where is Kailla?

That twilight, more beautiful than the twilight before. The evening sun looks reddened, hiding shyly shutting itself in the western horizon. As beautiful as the smile of a young man in a tight black shirt with a leather bag sheathed to his chest. Bayu, Reynaldi Pratama's assistant, never once left a smile on his handsome face.

As soon as the door of the ICU room opened, the two corners of the male's lips were raised upwards. Perfect, welcoming the master who was pushed out towards the new room, the treatment room.

Pram was conscious, although some medical devices were still attached to his body. A slightly pale radiant face with protruding cheekbones, throwing in a question through the eyes. Since the funeral, there was no trace of his wife. Hopefully, once the door opens will find a figure that is so missed, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.

It turns out that hope is just hope, let alone Kailla, the aroma is not reached by the kiss. The person she missed, since opening her eyes. Falling asleep, until she forgets everything. Even Pram could hardly believe it when it was told that he had been asleep for two months.

It feels like just yesterday. Yes, just yesterday took a walk with Kailla, hunted chicken porridge in the morning today, visited the tomb of her two in-laws and ended up stopping by an ornamental fish stall. Kailla's happy smile was still clearly imprinted in her memory. How happy the wife got the gift of fish in the aquarium persesi ready to be brought home.

The shadow of the fish disappeared, changing into a black car running fast and ready to hit Kailla's body from behind. His pregnant wife was pushed hard before the car hit her body and she lost consciousness. The story only resurfaced after a few hours of waking up from the coma.

“Bay, where is Kailla?” pram asked in panic, his voice was much more fierce than when his eyes had just opened.

“Non Kailla is still in the office, Boss.” Bayu's tongue is too accustomed, repeatedly trying to adapt, in the end he again called the sister-in-law with a regular call.

“Is he okay? I pushed it too hard. He fell in the middle of the road. My wife and kids, are they okay?” ask Pram. There were many questions and worries filling his heart.

“Non Kailla and the baby are fine, Boss.” Bayu.

“Call him now. Ask him to meet me here, Bay!” pram's orders are half begging, with the body lying in a gurney. His right leg could not be moved for a while. As a result there are some faults there, Pram must be therapy for the recovery process so that it can run as usual.

“Yes, Boss. Non Kailla usually arrives at the hospital at this hour. It seems like today is a little late. Maybe Non Kailla is doing a lot of work, since this afternoon I contacted him, not a single call I received,” story Bayu.

“Get my phone. I'll call him myself.” Pram thrust his hand.

Grabbing a rush of expensive gadgets, Pram does not waste time. The coma did not make him forget everything, only his body was still stiff and his right leg was now not functioning perfectly.

Skillfully swiping the phone screen and looking for his wife's contacts. It was impatient, wanting to hear Kailla's spoiled voice. Pay for his meyesak missus. He had to pay a lot for these two months, for abandoning his wife and children.

That dialed up repeatedly. Until repeated to ten times, Kailla did not answer his call. Things that never happened before. “Bay!” yelled Pram with his annoyance.

“Yes, Boss!” Bayu who was sending a message to Kinar raised his gaze.

“Kailla's follow-up to the office! I'm worried about him,” pinta Pram.

“Worrying or missing, Boss?” Bayu tried to joke with his sister-in-law.

“Bay, I'm serious. My phone was connected, but none of it was received. Help me Bay, you know my fucking legs can't be invited to work together.” Pram pointed at his right leg which was still wrapped in bandages and could not be moved at all.

“Sabar Boss. I've contacted Sam. There's a little problem in the office. Non Kailla is in a meeting,” explains Bayu, smiling himself imagining the inverted position. It was Pram who was busy at the office and Kailla who repeatedly contacted him.

“Get a clock this way?” Pram pointed at the clock on the wall which almost showed at six in the afternoon.

Bayu smile. He knew clearly how Pram was feeling right now. Surely his misses are already in the crown. Wanted to hug and stroke his wife's distended stomach. The thing he always does when he comes home from work and meets Kinar at home. Swiping the content of Kinar that has stepped on three months.

“For these two months, is Kailla okay? How is it?” The man with the head still wrapped around the bandage had repeated the same question dozens of times since the roar.

Bayu no longer wants to answer. Just smiling. “You are fine!” Bayu diverted his answer.

“I and Kinar take good care of mama,” continued Bayu.

Since waking up from a coma, not once did Pram mention the name of Ibu Citra, inversely proportional to Kailla. Tens maybe hundreds of times, Pram's lips said his wife's name. Even when he was half conscious, Pram called out Kailla's name continuously, which was what the nurse told him.

“You didn't miss your mama? Just miss your wife, Boss?” ask Bayu.

“Bay!!” adamant Pram once again.

“Wait a minute. Non Kailla must have come to the hospital. I've sent a message to Sam, that Mr. Pram has regained consciousness and started roaring back.”

Pram looked annoyed. Ever since he was played with his assistant.

“Bos, why can you babble all day, shouldn't you still be weakly rolled there?” Bayu asked with a laugh.

“It's not a roll. My voice is back. My body is still weak, Bay. You see this can't be done. My memories haven't fully gathered. It takes time to remember the events of two months ago.” Prams explained.

***

Kailla just ended her meeting when the clock was seven o'clock in the evening. The company is under threat and there is a lot to do to keep the RD Group standing in the middle of this situation. Corporate finance is starting to be unhealthy, overspending on some projects.

After three projects she signed lost money, Kailla decided to exercise control over another project, her husband's legacy project that had already gone ahead. And Kailla was surprised, for these two months, she was inattentive to control. The losses there are much greater and there are some projects that have to pay penalties because they have exceeded the work deadline.

“Yes God, Sam. I can go crazy now!” Kailla splashed her body with her distended stomach on the sofa of the study.

“She doesn't know what surprise will make all her tiredness disappear.” Inner Sam, was ready to wait for Kailla's reaction when she found out her husband was conscious from the coma.

“There was a call from your in-laws and Bayu. Which one do I want to connect to first?” tawar Sam's. Without waiting for a response, the assistant connected Kailla's phone to her in-laws.

“Yes, Mom. What's up?” Kailla was forced to open her voice when she heard the voice of Mother Citra from her smartphone.

“What time is it? You're pregnant, why don't you go home yet, Kai.” Ibu Citra started nagging and taking care of her as usual. Since Pram's coma, the old woman has become increasingly possessive of her son-in-law. Even lately, Ibu Citra forced her to sleep together with Kailla.

“A minute, Ma.”

“What Pram has contacted you?” ask Mother Citra again. Two months his son disappeared. Everyone looked ordinary, only he himself was frantically asking for Pram's whereabouts at all times.

“Already Ma, later until home I tell you what Pram was talking about,” Kailla said lying as usual. Whether until when he had to lie to his mother-in-law, covered up all the harsh realities that would probably make the elderly woman fall ill and go into a coma as well.

After disconnecting her phone call, Kailla orders Sam to take her home. Too tired, maybe tonight he didn't visit Pram in the hospital. Office problems drained his energy and mind.

On the way too, Kailla chose to spend her time by closing her eyes. I woke up when the car stopped. That too Sam had to wake up. Donny who sat in front of the wheel smilingly stared from the rearview mirror. Can't wait for Kailla's reaction, knowing they're in the hospital parking lot.

“Non, wake. We have arrived.” Sam slowly shook the pregnant woman's body.

Stretching her muscles, Kailla was shocked to realize they were in the hospital. “Loh, Sam why are you here. Didn't I ask you to take me home?” kailla asked, frowning.

“Yes, the doctor wants to talk to you about something important, Non. Just now Bayu called me. He can't make this decision himself,” obviously Sam lied.

With a shunt step, Kailla got off the car while carrying her expensive bag.

***

TB