The President's Wife

Chapter 28: Bayu's Advice

The car that was driven by Bayu split the streets of Jakarta, carrying Kailla who was still sobbing in the passenger seat. A third of the way back to his residence, Kailla suddenly asked Bayu to change the route.

“Bay, I'm going to mama's house,” her orders to the assistant.

“But Non, it's already night. Poor Mr. Pram, later worrying Non,” said Bayu, trying to refuse indirectly.

“I just want to complain to mama,” isak Kailla.

“Tomorrow morning I will take Non there, if the night like this we also can not enter the cemetery area,” explained Bayu.

His hand grabbed his cell phone, looking on his smartphone for a visit to the lavish cemetery of the place his employer meant.

“Jam nine in the morning until five in the afternoon, Non,” Bayu explained to Kailla, making sure to her employer that they can't get in there tonight.

“I want to go to daddy's place then,” Kailla said, changing her destination again.

“But in the hospital also Non Kailla can not carelessly enter into the ICU.” room Bayu reasoned back.

“Non can only sit waiting in front of the room Mr. Riadi alone,” continued Bayu again.

“I don't want to go home, Bay,” Kailla said slowly.

“I don't want to meet him,” continued Kailla again.

“Alright!” Bayu proposes his car. Throwing a glance to the left and right of the road. Before long, the car stopped at a park.

“We are here, until Non is satisfied to cry,” said Bayu, staring at Kailla at a glance before getting out of his car.

Bayu took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and chose to sit on a park bench while waiting for his employer to complain, cry and spill his anger.

Bayu was quite knowledgeable, almost six years on Kailla's side, the woman had no one but Pram, her husband and their assistants.

His life was like in a golden cage, stepping out a step from the house there would be bodyguards following him. Her husband looked after her amazingly. Because Bayu is conscious, he himself is under the supervision of Pram and it is not very comfortable.

Since the kidnapping of Kailla four years ago, Pram has tightened his wife's guard and guard. Even the man, has not driven his own car since the terrible events for him and Kailla.

The trauma belongs not only to Kailla but Pram also has the same fear.

About an hour sitting and waiting, Bayu almost spent five cigarettes. Walk slowly towards his car back. But, just entering sitting behind the steering wheel, his phone rang.

“Pak Pram, Non,” he said, telling the Madam, who was sitting leaning back in tears.

“Leave it! Don't lift it!” kailla's orders.

“Ta-but Non..,” Saying Bayu hangs, Kailla is already staring at him sharply.

“Good..” Bayu understood, deactivated his phone, threw it origin into the car dashboard. As Kailla's assistant, she had already quite understood all her employer's wishes without having to be ruled.

Kailla's phone don't ask, she's been deactivating it ever since she got in the car. Not letting it ring at all. He's not looking to even hear Pram's voice. It felt sick to hear Pram's apology being repeated over and over again.

“I want to spend my night here only!” kailla said, while checking the cash in his wallet which was even left behind by several hundred sheets. She could not possibly swipe her debit or credit card, her husband would easily track her whereabouts.

Four years of sharing a bed with Pram, made him understand all the lunge men to keep and watch his movements.

Even all his important files such as birth certificates, passports and even diplomas are in the hands of Pram. Daddy handed over all his important files to Pram, even before he married her.

Kailla only holds ID cards and student cards in her wallet. If only he could, maybe Pram would have taken over everything. But this concerns his survival, not even infrequently his ID card is even in Pram's wallet.

“Non, should we just go home?” persuade Bayu after seeing Kailla who began to sleepy.

“No! I don't want to see it. Just let him look for me until he can't sleep tonight,” grumbled Kailla.

Bayu smile.

“Non Kailla doesn't know who your husband is. Non, remember we did this once in Austria.”

“Hmm... What does this have to do with?” kailla looked straight ahead.

“In the country of people alone he can find Non Kailla easily, especially here,” Bayu chuckles.

“What do you mean? He sent another spy watching me?” tanya Kailla's inflamed. His eyes looked around the garden. Looking for a figure she might suspect to be her husband's spy.

“Pak Pram it loves Non very much. She sacrificed a lot for Non Kailla,” story Bayu.

“Even in a state of fatigue and sleep, he still has to make sure Non is fine,” continued Bayu.

Kailla fell silent, pondering over all Bayu's words. Her heart was pinched, listening to the words of the assistant who had been escorting her husband for two years.

“The most often Mr. Pram does that at lunch. Before he ate, he had to make sure Non Kailla had lunch and was fine. Try asking Ricko, how often Pak Pram contacted him,” Bayu story.

Kailla was getting bowed and squeezed.

“But Mr. Pram's life is not just Non Kailla's, he has to share it with the company and his parents who have just been found lately. So sometimes, it was only natural that once in a while he let down Non.”

“Definitely not only Non who was disappointed, his mother Pak Pram also never disappointed.”

“Because there are many hearts that must be taken care of by Mr. Pram. And he cannot possibly please everyone,” continued Bayu.

“So you mean I was wrong all this time?” kailla asked, raising her gaze, looking at Bayu.

“No. Humans are a selfish place. That's just natural. Just judging from the sacrifices we have made, but not looking at the sacrifices of others,” explained Bayu.

Kailla shed her tears. As reminded of all his caliphs so far.

“What Non thought, Mr. Pram is happy at the moment, because Non went. He's crazier and sicker than Non Kailla. But what does Non get?”

“Satisfaction? Happiness seeing the madness of Mr. Pram because it left Non without message.”

“If Non happy to see Pak Pram's wounds, please Non go now. I was willing to endure all the anger of Mr. Pram afterwards. Origin Non can be happy.”

“You mean?” asked Kailla who was teary-eyed.

“Then by leaving Pak Pram, Non happy. If you see the destruction of Mr. Pram left by Non Kailla, Non can smile. I willingly bear all my negligence,” explained Bayu.

The assistant got out of the car, opened the passenger door. Give his master permission, go out and go far.

“Then in this way Non Kailla is happy, I am ready to risk my life that may run out in the hands of Mr. Pram.”

Kailla was silent, staring at Bayu unblinking.

“Go now or will never be able to go again, Non,” bargain Bayu.

“In the meantime, Mr. Pram will be here. Maybe also at this time, Mr. Pram has made this car can not go at all.”

“Hah?! How can?”

“All Pak Pram cars are equipped with GPS tracker. He could even stop his car from afar. It is not difficult for him to find our whereabouts,” explained Bayu.

“I suggest, if you want to go, think and prepare carefully. Not having to be ready to live hard. Maybe even Non should hide from the world. Non can not use all facilities Non, maybe even all inherited parents, Non,” continued Bayu trying to give an idea.

Kailla grew limp, speechless.

“I know how to suffer it Non live like this. And Mr. Pram also understood how the suffering of Non who lives with him is like in a golden cage.”

“For that Mr. Pram gives a lot of love and patience. Unlimited love and patience for Non Kailla. Because he knows Non Kailla's happiness is only in his hands.”

Kailla is crying again.

“Non Kailla feels Non's life is so miserable and suffering. There is no place to complain and complain, no one. But Non Kailla still has Mr. Pram.”

“On the contrary Mr. Pram who has no one. His life is just to make sure Non Kailla and his mom are happy, not hurting each other and hurting.”

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