The President's Wife

Chapter 191: The Old Story

In accordance with the agreement, Pram gave a week for Kailla to play around in the company. The man gave his wife the opportunity to enjoy the company, tired of taking care of projects, taking care of thousands of employees including field workers, spending time from one meeting to another, he said, struggling with a row of billions without visible money.

And most importantly, Pram can teach Kailla how to consider things, calculate profit and loss and learn to make decisions, even though it could be that the decision that Kailla made was wrong and destroyed everything.

This morning, Pram, who has been several days starting his therapy, seemed to sit in a wheelchair accompanied by Bayu. Sunbathing in the hospital garden, starting the day as usual when left behind Kailla to go to work.

“Bos, can not at all walk with crutches?” tanya Bayu, seen standing next to Pram, squeezes the wheelchair backrest to make sure everything is safe.

“Can, it's just that if it's too forced to walk, a little sick, “ said Pram. Enjoy the morning sun that shines on her. Pram begins to enjoy his days as a hospital patient, whose movements are limited and not free.

“Tomorrow, so go home, Boss?” ask Bayu again.

Pram nodded. “I must be healthy immediately. Pity Kailla, if I stay in the hospital. He won't be comfortable. You know for yourself how stubborn Kailla is, she wouldn't want to sleep at home, if I was still in care here.”

“Begging Mother Ida to clean the main room on the first floor. Kailla is already pregnant like that, it is not possible every day to go down the stairs,” Pram said.

“Good Boss.”

“Tomorrow at noon, I can already go home. Kailla also starting tomorrow already not to the office.” Pram started the conversation.

“This pain ... made me realize one thing, Bay. I have often ignored my wife. My days are up with work, from opening my eyes to being closed again. In fact, not infrequently, when I came home Kailla was asleep,” continued Pram, feeling guilty.

His gaze was bright, staring at the horde of ornamental fish sellers in front of the hospital. Back to being reminded of Kailla and her fun. The hue of the male was bright instantly, as bright as morning welcoming the day. As beautiful as a rose bud.

“Kailla ... spend more time with you, compared to me during this time,” Pram said. There was a regret implied in his words.

“And finally he chose to spend time with his fish.” Pram chuckles.

Bayu smile. “His fish have been partly given to people, partly released. Aa Ivory released Sam back to the swamps with Aa Aldebaran and Teh Andin.”

Pram. The last two names feel foreign to Pram's ears. His name was Indonesia once, which Pram knew was definitely not Kailla's taste.

That handsome face contained a tanya. Pram raised both eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

“Indeed the Boss doesn't know? If Non Kailla often comes home late, puffy eyes, often nagging without being clear, this is all nothing but, because of love bond syndrome."

“Sam's story, before going home from work or on the way, Non Kailla entangled the charm of the young master.” Bayu told a story while laughing, considering the female troops in Pram's mansion were exposed to the same virus. No exception his wife, Kinar and the mother-in-law, Ibu Citra.

Bayu terbahak, especially considering the incident yesterday afternoon when returning home, Ibu Sari was almost stalked by her husband for watching soap operas to not remember the time. The day is carried away by feelings, the night is carried away by dreams. Unpleasant to work, not good to eat, not the spirit of life because of the soap opera groove that damaged the mood of the old woman all day.

Pram chuckled. But he was quite surprised Kailla threw all her fish away. The guilt must have been there, even though Kailla never talked about it. Otherwise, it was possible that Kailla would let the artist line-up be adopted by someone else.

“How about my accident, Bay?” ask Pram.

“Dennis .. likely one name it. I'm gathering evidence. While this case has been submitted to the court. The driver was .. taking all responsibility. He didn't want to confess who paid him.” Bayu.

“Jaga Kailla .. This case may be the same as her mother. Their target is my children."

"You've got a bodyguard candidate for my kids. Sam will take care of my son's fault, I need another one" Pram continued.

“Already Boss.”

“See him to see me later,” Pram said.

“Good.”

The chatter of the two halted as Pram's phone rang. The man who had missed his wife again, gave a smile. Hurry to reach the bag, of course to make sure who contacted him so early. Just a few minutes, longing for his wife has come again. Unimagined, if two months in the ICU he was completely awake. How to miss the moments to be separated from Kailla.

Of course Kailla, Pram thought. Surely half of his life wanted to tell him that he had arrived at the office. Both corners of the lips that had been pulled upwards, slowly flattened. Pram frowned when he saw the foreign number contacting him. This week, it feels strange.

“Bay, please accept.” Pram handed his phone to the assistant.

There was a flat tone of Bayu when the phone was connected to the caller at the end of the call.

“Anita ..” The sentence Bayu floating.

Sighing heavily, Pram reached out ready to receive. Just a week ago, Anita contacted her, pitting her meeting in Bandung with Kailla. Offering help to companies he said were already on the verge of collapse.

This must be the version of Kailla, a small wife who is just learning business management. Just learned to lead the company, just learned to make decisions and of course just enjoyed sitting in the chair of the president director.

“Ya, An ... What is it?” Pram asked, his voice sounding calm without ripples and waves.

“Rey ..”

“Pram, call me Pram, An,” cut the cringing man stung in the morning heat in a wheelchair.

“What news? Why did Kaillaku contact you.” Pram's sentence sounds ordinary, but Kaillaku's word seemed to pinch Anita's heart. And that's what Pram wants, every word Kaillaku.

Anita mencelos's. They had once been together through dozens of full moons. Once in the position of Kailla, recognized to everyone as Pram's. But at this time, Pram acknowledged the other woman in front of him.

“Your wife approved the project I offer.”

“Email. I'd like to see for myself what projects you offer on Kaillaku.” Pram gave the order.

“You will disallow your wife's decision?” Anita asked from a distance.

Pram sighed. “Of course not. Whatever Kaillaku's decision is, I'll approve it. It's just that I feel the need to know, what kind of project you are offering him.”

“No problem. I'm just telling you. Not one bit to prank you anymore. I'm sincere to help. I just feel guilty for our past.” Anita uttered it with a heavy tone and dragged, as if there was a burden on her.

"Your past, not ours." Pram refused.

"I'm sorry Rey ...."

“I've forgotten it.” Pram cut. Doesn't want Anita to continue the story that might make her guilt stick out.

"My company problem, don't worry. It was just Kailla's fear. It will not be destroyed in two months. I can clean it up." Pram still chuckles softly. Recalling how his wife was confused, thought the company would go out of business.

"Thank you, the last few years have paid hospital fees ...."

"No problem, An. Consider it my penance for my son that I once left in your womb. I did all that for him." Pram. Two tears fell when she remembered her son who had been present even though he had never been touched by it.

Silence for a moment, the two chose not to make a sound. Pram was arranging his heart that was shaken violently.

"I'm sorry, Rey ...."

"I've forgotten it An ...."

Rough breathing sounds obvious, Pram hesitates to speak but finally the word is spoken as well.

"Ult ... did you ever love me?" Suddenly Pram said breaking the silence. Since reading Riadi's letter, Pram has kept his tannya for Anita.

"Very ... I love you, very Rey." Anita held her tears across. Biting the lips holds tightness.

"I already know everything, the reason why Riadi rejected you." Prams explained.

"I just need that answer to forgive you" Pram continued.

As Anita sobs, Pram knows the woman who once filled her heart before Kailla was shaken.

"Rey ... after knowing the truth .. do you regret it?" Anita hesitated to ask.

"I used to really love you, until now never regretted, ever loved you, An. Though somehow our story begins ...."

"I have my own life. We .. belong only to the past. After this, don't ever show up again in my life and Kailla, An."

"If the Lord had told us to meet by accident, pretend that we didn't know me, because I would have done the same." Pram turned off the phone. She heard clearly, Anita was crying at her words.

Some photos were sent by Anita along with a message.

I'm sending it to you, Rey. After this, our story is completely finished. I love you, Rey.

"Bay, block all. I don't want to see this woman approach my family again. Delete all his photos!” pram orders without looking again, handing his phone to Bayu

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TB