The President's Wife

Chapter 23: A Visit to Papa's Tomb

The car that Bayu was driving was seen stopping at a flower shop. Soon Bayu got down and helped Kailla open the car door.

“Bay, you will often come with my husband. What kind of flowers does my dad like?” kailla asked for an opinion.

He was completely confused at the moment. Did not have a picture or shadow of his favorite father-in-law like what.

“Non, I do not know the problem,” said Bayu, scratching his head, no less confused than the employer.

Kaila stepped in resignedly, entering the flower shop. Not for half an hour, he had returned with a bouquet of white combined red roses decorated with red lace on his right hand.

“It's beautiful Non!” chirps Bayu commented, looking at the flower arrangements her employer bought.

“Bay, we're going to the fruit store huh. Choose the store that sells the best fruit, for my mother-in-law,” said Kailla, smilingly staring at the bouquet of flowers placed beside her.

Arriving at the fruit shop, Kailla herself specifically chose the best fruits that will be brought to her mother-in-law's house. With the help of the store clerk, Kailla asked to be packaged as beautifully as possible in a rattan basket.

Carrying a basket of imported fruits and a mica box, Kailla returned to the car and asked Bayu to take her to Pram's office.

“Bay, go to the office ya!” kailla orders, smile. Relieved that everything her husband asked for had been prepared.

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Arriving at the office lobby of RD Group, Kailla stepped down from the car carrying a handbag and a mica box containing pieces of fresh fruit that she bought earlier in the fruit shop.

Smiled at some office employees who greeted him. He can't wait to see Pram and report his work. Kailla deliberately did not bring down the bouquet of flowers and fruit baskets that were left in the car with Bayu.

“Ste, my husband inside?” kailla asked the secretary who was looking at some files on her desk.

“Ah.. Mistress, beautiful once today,” greet Stella, smile.

“Pak Pram is inside, already waiting for his heart pujaan from earlier,” Stella tease on his superior wife.

Kailla smiled, pushing the door with her left hand.

“Honey!” greet Kailla when she sees Pram preparing her lunch.

“Kai, you have arrived,” said Pram, smilingly looking at his wife.

“Yes, you don't eat out?” tanya Kailla, get over to Pram.

“I'm afraid you're coming. So I asked Stella to order lunch for me,” Pram replied.

It was seen that he took off his lunch bowl and grabbed Kailla by the waist to get close to her. He took his wife to sit on his lap.

“I miss you Darling. Have you had lunch?” ask Pram.

“Not yet, I brought you pieces. I stopped by the fruit shop,” Kailla said shook her head.

Hearing Kailla who had not had lunch, Pram immediately offered her lunch rations.

“Eat now, dear,” pinta Pram, push that food bowl to the front of Kailla.

“You?” kailla asked, putting both hands around her husband's neck.

“I'll have Stella order again for me. You eat first,” said Pran smiling, helping to feed the food into Kailla's mouth.

“Share only Dear. You're not hungry?” kailla asked still hugging the spoiled husband's neck.

“You need it more. I will start sowing seeds in this field, so you should always be healthy and not short of intake. So that my seeds quickly thrive here,” said Pram, rubbed his wife's stomach.

Pram had already contacted Stella, asking her secretary to come into the room. There was a knock at the door shortly.

“Iya Sir,” saya Stella mumbled her smile.

The President's wife was sitting on the President's lap and was busy spending the lunch that was in his message.

“Message me lunch like earlier,” Pram orders, his gaze was fixed on Kailla who was enjoying her lunch without being disturbed by the presence of Stella among them.

“Good sir,” replied Stella, choosing to leave the room immediately.

“Honey, that's so good?” ask Pram wonder.

“Enak, you want to try it?” tawar Kailla's.

“No, just spend it for you.”

“What did you buy for mama?” pram asked, hugging Kailla's waist who was still busy enjoying her lunch.

“I bought fruit. I don't know your favorite,” replied Kailla, turning her eyes away.

“Iya, it's okay,” said Pram smiled.

“After lunch, we leave. I've asked David to take care of all my work in the office,” explained Pram.

Kailla nodded, cleaning up the leftovers in the black bowl until there was no rice left.

“You're hungry once?” tanya Pram chuckles at how to eat Kailla.

“Yes, this morning I didn't eat much.”

A few minutes later, Stella had reentered, bringing lunch to Pram.

“Please Sir!” sodor Stella to the Pram desk.

“Nih Darling,” sodor Kailla, after opening the plastic wrapper covering the black bowl containing mixed rice.

Pram who was already hungry, immediately devoured his lunch. Seeing that Kailla chuckled, choosing to sit on the sofa.

“Darling, will mama insult me like yesterday again?” ask Kailla suddenly. Stare sadly at Pram.

“Why say that?” pram asked, raising his gaze.

“I just asked. If it is like that, I have to prepare myself,” replied Kailla.

“What will you do? Don't do anything no-no!” pram Ancam.

“I'll work on it too, just like I fuck you!” sahut Kailla, sneaky grin.

“Do not act stupid. If you love me. Please prove to mama, if you deserve to be my wife,” pinta Pram.

“Yes, but if mom asks me to fight, I don't promise not to.

“Kai..!” Pram reminded.

“Honey, if mama invites me to fight, as a good wife, I have to serve her too,” said Kailla nosy.

“Don't make my head grow dizzy Kai. Remember what I said, if you make a mistake, I will not defend you,” threatened Pram.

“Iya Darling, why so chatty!” kailla.

***

Bayu stopped his car at a public funeral. Kaila looked astonished looking out of the car window. There are some houses not too far from the cemetery.

“Honey, papa's house near here?” kailla asked still confused.

“Hmmm,” muttered Pram, smiled and nodded.

“Honey, I'm waiting in the car huh. Ask papa who's here. Or meet at the restaurant alone,” pinta Kailla, shudder to see there are hundreds of neatly arranged tombstones on the left side of the car.

This cemetery is much different from the burial place of his mother. Here the gravestones are piled with distances from one to another so close. Throughout the eyes look at only the tomb and a few frangipani trees.

Can not be compared indeed, Mama Rania buried in an elite cemetery with the price and cost of care that many times compared to here. But papa Pram was only buried in an ordinary place. Just like most people.

“Come down!” get Pram to grab Kailla's hand.

“Ha..!?” Kailla was shocked and refused to come down.

“Honey, ask papa here,” whine Kailla once again.

“Papa can't get here. Papa's house is there!” point Pram towards the gravestone line.

“Ha... How to get there?” kailla said, imagining having to walk, passing tombstones that are clinging to each other.

“Come is okay. This is the same when we go to the house of mama Rania,” persuaded Pram, pulled down his wife.

“Bring the flower with you. You will give him directly,” Pram command.

“But Dear..,” whispered Kailla.

“It's okay, someday we'll be there too. Why should I be afraid, there is me,” Pram persuaded.

With hesitation Kailla descended, tightly hugging Pram's arm.

“Sweetie it's okay I skipped?” kailla asked as her legs nearly nudged one of the gravestones.

“Nothing,” said Pram smile.

Before long, Pram stopped at one of the modest navels. On the tombstone is inscribed the name Pratama Indraguna.

“This is papa,” said Pram, introducing to Kailla.

“Come, come here.” Pram invites Kailla to crouch down, approaching with a headstone inscribed with her papa's name.

“Pa, I brought your daughter-in-law, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara,” whispered Pram while touching the tombstone.

There is sadness in Pram's heart, every visit here. During this time, his father's tomb had never been visited, no one had ever chanted a prayer. Only four years ago, he regularly visited and sent prayers to his father.

But today the burden in his heart was slightly lifted, he had already brought his only son-in-law. The daughter-in-law who has only been named every visit here.

“You don't want to say something?” pram asked, clasping Kailla's hand crouching next to him.

Kailla shook her head, just putting the bouquet of flowers beside the headstone.

“Pa, our blessing. I still have to ask for my mother's blessing. Hopefully, I can visit here again with your grandchildren,” Pram said smilingly looking at Kailla.

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