The President's Wife

Chapter 189: Pram's Anger

The cloud was pampered in the sky of the city of flowers, that afternoon. Horizons blackened, the sun was hiding coyly in the western horizon. Kailla with a tired face, walked half dragging her feet, out of a subsidiary of RD Group.

The sound of the knocking of his five-cent heeled shoes sounded messy and irregular. Indicates how messy the mood of pregnant women who are always beautiful in the midst of many problems of life, which accompanies the steps like a shadow.

“Sam, we return to Jakarta.” Kaila put her fat body in the back seat. Accompanied by rain that began to fall slowly wet the earth earth.

“Non, not tired?” the assistant asked, holding his employer's expensive phone. The smartphone that rings continuously, just pause for a while then screams again. Who else if not Pram, the male owner of a pregnant woman, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.

“Tired. Especially when this trip is just a waste of my time, this tired so feels doubled.” Kailla closed her eyes, enjoying her fatigue. Want to scream, want to feel cursed, but he can what. On whom to spread all the burdens of his life, on whom to complain. Pram is sick, it is impossible to share all the problems with his men.

“What are we staying here tonight?” tawar Sam's. He can feel the long journey of Jakarta-Bandung, on the same day must return to the distance of Bandung - Jakarta, not an easy thing for pregnant women five months.

“I can't hear my husband's lightning voice, Sam. Let me sleep now. When you arrive at the hospital, you can wake me up.” Kailla lowered her word. Longing already made mischief, but he did not have much energy for it. Miss spoiling with her husband. But at this time let alone ask her husband's carrying, pampered on Pram's shoulder, she can not.

The male mood was up and down like a rollcoaster at the moment. Understandably, Pram had to pass all day on the gurney without being able to do anything.

“How was the result, Non?” Sam's voice was defeated with the roar of rain out there.

“Fuck! I didn't make it, Sam. I don't know what I saved the company with. It must be how I returned the almost bankrupt RD Group to my husband due to some of my wrong decisions,” said Kailla.

“Why not be frank on Pak Pram?” sam asked, looking back at me. Kailla leaned against the chair with her eyes closed.

“She was sick, where it might be telling my husband. I don't want to add to the load.”

Donny smiled wryly, throwing a look at the tired figure in the back seat through the rearview of the car. From morning on, the man kept his mouth shut.

The little girl he used to control everywhere, always troubled him, was still the same person. Time doesn't make Kailla change much. Be a strong girl from a long time ago.

When other children whine while longing for the caress of their parents, Kailla chose to turn her brain and abstain from crying. Act and choose to be a bad boy at that time. For the sake of a little attention and affection of the father.

As a teenager, it remains the same. When the other child came home crying with his feet and hands bleeding, with a shabby look because he had wrestled with a schoolmate, Kailla chose to raise her head. Not the slightest bit of crying, even though it must get scolding and anger Riadi Dirgantara. Got a second piece of wise advice from Pram.

When I got to college, it was still the same. Not infrequently Kailla wrestled with cinema visitors or malls, for the sake of his pride was not trampled. Kailla is still Kailla, until now still the same. Don't challenge him in a rough way and bar-bars, Kailla will be more bar-bar and don't know the rules. However, if she challenged him in an elegant manner, he would treat her equally, with his elegance and maturity hidden behind his mischievous and childish nature.

Kailla can't be stepped on long ago, Kailla won't cry when her pride is stepped on, but she will challenge back. Kailla was just crying and weak in Pram's arms, only that man had been able to conquer Kailla's mischief, the hardness of heart.

When alone, Kailla will be as strong as steel. Not even fallen when left Pram coma. Not giving up when Pram left for Austria, not whining crying when insulted by his mother-in-law, not even daunted when dealing with her captors. Kailla is very strong, but will be a different figure when in the arms of Reynaldi Pratama.

The ringing of the cell phone again pulled Kailla from her dream realm.

“Non, Mr. Pram ..” Sam thrust the phone with that beautiful ring at Kailla.

“I'm tired, Sam. Can you this time.”

“Not this time, all day long I always answer your husband's call, Non,” explained Sam.

Forcibly, Kailla swiped the green button on the screen. Put that flat object in his ear.

“Ya ..” Kailla replied weakly.

“Honey, where are you? What time is it? I've been waiting for you since noon.” Pram railed against Kailla with many questions.

“I'll be there soon,” lie Kailla. He himself did not know where they were now. Too tired, the scenery out there is only pitch dark with the rain of drops of water that wet the earth with a swift.

“Say you where?” firmly Pram.

“Honey, already. I'm tired.” Kailla turned off her phone unilaterally. Dropped it in the car seat.

Next Kailla chose to silence the square object, leaving the expensive device to blink silently until the husband got bored. Until the battery dims and turns itself off. Making Pram a craze on the other end of the phone. Rampaging on everyone in the hospital treatment room.

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Donny's car stopped in the hospital parking lot as the clockwork crept to the number nine. There are some obstacles on the way, rainstorms make the four-wheeled vehicle can not go fast.

Stepping over the gontai, Kailla carries her expensive bag. Tracing the cold floor of the hospital with a knock on shoe sounded heartbreaking. Arriving in front of the whitewashed door leaf with A5 clearly imprinted there, Kailla took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It was already a mess as to what would welcome him. She knew her unwilling attitude to take Pram's call would make her husband go berserk with everyone.

As soon as the door opened, Kailla was greeted with the sound of shattered glass on the floor. Seen Bayu standing down, with his disheveled face.

Walking closer, Pram stared intently at him. The man was much healthier than he was this morning when he said goodbye to the office.

“Where to, Kai?” his tan softened a little, although the gaze remained slicing.

“There is a little problem in the office. Me ...”

“Start tomorrow no need to go to the office. I'll take care of it myself,” cut Pram with a tone full of decisiveness.

“Sayang .. don't put it this way.” Kailla tried to calm down.

“Do not argue! Even though I can't walk, I'm still your husband!”

“Sayang ..” Kaila stared softly at the man who was sitting comfortably, leaning against the gurney. No more bandages wrapped around Pram's head. The medical device that yesterday was still attached is invisible. Left behind an infusion hose stuck in the skin of his hand.

“Do not argue, Kai. From now on I will take care of my own company.” Pram confirmed once again.

“Darling, don't do this. I'm sorry.” Kailla stood beside the brangkar, looking down waiting for her husband's scolding.

“I've asked for my therapy schedule to be expedited. My left leg is no problem, only recovery for the right leg,” explained Pram.

Pram sighed, trying to dampen his already peaking emotions. How not, he was almost crazy because Kailla had not been willing to take his call since noon. Not there, Kailla again ignored his call until his wife's phone could not be contacted at all.

“While I will take care of the office matters from the hospital. Until I can use crutches, I'll start the office again. From now on release all your responsibilities in the company,” Pram asserted.

“Honey, you just focus on your healing. I'll take care of the company until you recover.” Kailla said slowly.

“You should focus on your pregnancy. Leave the company, it's my responsibility. Your responsibility is only to take care of yourself so that my children are healthy in there.”

“Bay! From tomorrow to the office, get all the files I need to finish. These two months must have been a lot of work pending,” Pram command. His eyes were still staring at the frightened wife.

“Tell Kai, where have you been? What time is it? You are pregnant. If anything happens to you guys, I can't do anything.” Pram asked without pause.

“Tell me, what are you doing. Where are you? This whole day I was almost crazy, couldn't do anything.”

“Sorry ... I ...”

“Honestly Kai, where have you been all day?” firmly Pram. The look on the man's face looked terrible.

“Sorry, I .. to Bandung,” Kailla said. Slow down and back down in fear. Pram is terrible at times like this. His aura was like a starving lion, though his tone was weak.

“KE BANDUNG? WITHOUT ASKING YOUR HUSBAND'S PERMISSION!” pram shouted, his anger growing. Immediately blocking Kailla's hand, pulled his wife to stand closer to him.

“Ma .. af.” Kailla.

Sam and Bayu shuddered in horror. The two assistants chose to stand in the corner as Pram's voice echoed through the four corners of the room wall. Hiding from Pram's sight. Not to interfere.

“You know Kai, out there how many enemies daddy has. Even I don't know who they are.” Pram softened a little after seeing his wife scared of him.

“I'm sorry,” whispered Kailla, suddenly draping her hands to Pram's neck, hugging the man while crying.

Pram was glued, silent for a moment. Her emotions dimmed, her anger evaporating suddenly, as Kailla's tired body leaned spoiled against her as usual, crying on her shoulders.

“Yes, don't cry anymore. Forgive me, dear,” whispered Pram after successfully mastering the situation. Both of the men's hands joined in hugging the body containing the now hitchhiking on his body. Slowly rubbing Kailla's trembling back.

“I'm sorry, don't be like this again. Never leave without my permission. I'm worried about you, Kai.” Pram sighed deeply, trying to calm his heart.

“You've eaten?” ask Pram, gently. The left hand continued to rub against her back and her right hand stroked Kailla's long hair which was in a mess.

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TB

It's nearing the ending, leaving a few more chapters behind. There is no extra chapter.