The President's Wife

Chapter 187: Bandung

Kailla is still on her way to Jakarta - Bandung. Donny's car is only a third of the way, but Pram has contacted Kailla repeatedly. I don't know what's on that guy's mind. Just got out of the hospital, Pram has complained of longing and kangen.

“Honey, you are still in the office?” ask Pram. There had not been half an hour, twice the man lying helplessly on top of the gurney had called his wife.

“Yes, I still have a job. Just take a break, don't think strangely. I'm fine,” Kailla said, forced to lie. If Pram finds out, she's going to Bandung today, you can be sure her husband will rampage like crazy.

“Back to the hospital now! I'm waiting for you!” pram's orders, no compromise.

“Darling, I still have a job. When it's over, I'll see you,” said Kailla, getting tired of hearing her husband's rant.

“Honey, please meet me now. I'm going crazy here. You know, I can't do anything. Just being able to lie staring at the faces of mama and Bayu. The more they look, the more they feed.” Pram said bluntly, suddenly made the two people named immediately ride apitam resisting annoyance.

“If you're not sick, I'll make sure you hit this bad boy!” gerutu Ibu Citra was upset by herself. Pram has been looking for his wife. Her mother who had taken care of her, fed her, was not even considered. Not visible at all in Pram's eyes.

“Let's go home now, darling. You don't see my mom's face. Like a balloon blowing up. Strained up since. How can you leave me alone here with mama.” Pram was still babbling, occasionally glancing at Mother Citra who held back her regret.

“Yes, I'll be home as soon as my work is done. For now, don't contact me constantly, I can't work, Honey.” Kailla leaned back in the car seat with her eyes closed.

The current tiredness is not counted, if he can leave all the problems in the office and meet Pram, he chose to do that. But there is responsibility there. It's impossible to just leave him.

“Yes, I'm waiting for you.” Pram decided on the call.

Time passed, the morning went away, the afternoon welcomed the day. Exiting the toll, Kailla's car is greeted by a long traffic jam. His tiredness grew, plus his head began to throb violently.

“Sam, is it still a long time?” kailla asked, massaging her temple. The assistant did not answer yet, the phone rang again.

“Just tell me I'm in a meeting!” tell Kailla, still comfortable in her position. Let Sam take care of everything. Without even looking, Kailla knew who had contacted her cell phone, which she had signed to Sam two hours ago. The pregnant woman was tired of hearing Pram's unfinished hospitality and whining.

“Ya, Sir.” It sounded like Sam was taking the call with doubt.

“Mana Kailla?” pram asked with his loud voice. If you hear his voice, anyone would not think that Pram is currently in the hospital gurney.

“Non Kailla is in a meeting, Sir.” Sam answered at the behest of his employer.

“Rapat ... meeting! Don't lie to me again. Meetings what hours! Where's wife. What time is it? It's lunchtime!” nagel Pram's. Spraying Sam without pause. The man's voice rang out deafeningly until it was heard by Donny and Kailla.

“Mana Kailla? The insolent! You must have deliberately held my wife's phone so I couldn't talk to Kaillaku,” spray Pram back.

Sam looked back. Closing the phone so that the conversation and Kailla are not heard.

“Non ... This how. Since then, I've been repeatedly yelled at by Mr. Pram because Non Kailla does not want to receive his call.” Sam said with a pleading face.

“Just tell me I can't be bothered. Take care of it, Sam.” Kailla's still flinching. Leaning spoiled on the chair looked at the traffic jam as if it was endless.

“Sorry Sir. I'm serious, this is Non Kailla in a meeting.” Sam said hesitantly in front of the phone, ready to wait for the follow-up spray from Pram.

“Meet-meet! I heard the car horn. Don't trick me, Sam. Where's Kailla? Where are you guys? Don't because I can't do anything, you want to trick me!” cerocos Pram with a voice full of anger and annoyance.

“Non Kailla herself asked me to say, if Mr. Pram calls again, just tell me I'm in a meeting. As soon as Non Kailla said, Sir,” said Sam, finally the assistant was upset himself. It has been the second month of her employer.

“Sam!!” kailla shouted loudly. With a sullen face took over the phone from his assistant's hand.

“Ya Darling, what's up?” kailla as soon as the phone stuck to her ear.

“Where are you, Kai? Have you had lunch?” Pram's tone sounded soft, different when talking to Sam.

“I'm on my way to lunch. No, don't call me anymore. I can't work, Honey.” Kailla replied in a spoiled voice no less soft.

“Cih! The turn has been chatting together, his voice immediately like a cracker sticking, bitten is no longer heard the sound of crisps. The turn to talk to me, both like firecrackers, burst forth.” grumbled Sam, his lips grumbling along the way. The more he heard Kailla's spoiled voice, the more upset he was himself.

“Sam! You mocked me?” ask Kailla. Suddenly stopped his chatter with the husband when he saw the lips of his assistant kamit kamit like a shaman was memorizing a spell.

“What's up, honey? “ ask Pram.

“Sam. She's so brave, honey.”

“Give Sam his phone. I will make calculations with him,” Pram said.

“Nih! Your boss wants to talk!”

“Yes, Sir. What's up again?” sam asked, hesitating as he put the expensive device in his ear.

“Sam, don't because I'm dying here, you can. Remember, when I can walk back. I'll kick you first,” threatened Pram. Since waking up from a coma, Pram's emotions have been unstable. His condition, which cannot do anything on its own, had an effect on his mentality. Although Pram never complained directly, but it was seen from his attitude that changed drastically.

“Since then you reasoned closely! How dare you lie, Sam!” I heard a scolding from across the phone.

Sam can only stroke the chest. During the Pram's coma, he can breathe a sigh of relief, but when the man wakes up, that's where his grief and his. Every day will definitely be a place for both.

***

Kailla stepped into the office of RD Group in Bandung. A little late from the schedule due to being stuck in traffic on the road. Pregnant women with dark blue canals, carrying the latest black channel handbag appeared nervous when going into the room where the meeting with the prospective client.

The faithful Sam tailed behind, sounding encouraging. “Come on, surely you can! Acha acha Fighting!” Sam roared with the spirit of four-five.

As soon as the door of the room opened, Kailla circulated her gaze into the room. Seemed to have sat neatly the staff around the oval-shaped wooden table. On the table has also been arranged stacked paper that will be meeting materials today.

Kailla's eyes were rounded when she caught a familiar figure, filling the seats with her staff. A beautiful woman with an elegant look, looks smiling sweetly at her. Little changed compared to their meeting four or five years ago.

“Tante ...” whispered Kailla slowly, staring unblinkingly.

***

TB