The President's Wife

Chapter 33: Trying to Be Honest

“Kai, can you kiss me now?" pinta Pram, with a pleading gaze.

Kailla stared, at a glance. The team rice in Pram's hand was still full, her gaze turned to look at her husband who was putting on a clear face.

“I spent the rice team first, just considering kissing you or not,” Kailla said.

His hand had taken over the mica box from Pram's hand, but was prevented.

“I'm the one who bribed you. If waiting for you to eat alone, my desire evaporates,” said Pram, smiling.

Filling a spoonful full and almost spilled, feeding hurriedly into Kailla's tiny mouth.

“Honey.., how to chew it if you fill my mouth with this much food,” grumbled Kailla after half her food was swallowed.

Not all swallowed, Pram again filled the mouth of Kailla with a full spoon, almost as much as before.

“No!” Kailla covered her mouth with her palm.

“I don't want any more! You cheat,” grouse Kailla.

Pram spent the rest of the team rice in the box as fast as lightning, grabbing a bottle of mineral water, gulping it down to half. After that, leave the rest to the wife.

“Sayang..,” sodor Pram, hand over the opened mineral water bottle.

Just now Kailla finished gulping down the contents of the mineral bottle, putting the empty bottle into the litter box near her feet. Pram had forcibly pulled his wife, taking Kaila to sit on his lap.

“No want! Narrow,” reject Kailla, rebel.

Pram closed his eyes and ears, forcibly grabbed his wife's waist and lifted his wife's tiny body easily to sit on her lap.

“Aduh, my back is nudged by the steering wheel, darling,” protests Kailla.

Pram directly presses the electric button to make his chair back to back.

“It's convenient? There's something I want to say,” said Pram, smiling. Carrying both of Kailla's hands to embrace her neck.

“It doesn't need to be like this Dear. My legs are bent,” protests Kailla again.

"If you want to talk, just talk!" nagging Kailla, get ready to go down.

“No! At a time like this, you can see my face clearly, see the sincerity in my eyes,” prevent Pram, hugging tightly his wife's waist with both hands.

“Sweet why?” kailla asked in surprise, her hand was playing on her husband's shirt collar.

“You can see how many wrinkles are on my face right now?” ask Pram, open the conversation.

Kailla nodded. Touching the corner of Pram's eye. At both ends of the eye, there were a few wrinkles. As her husband smiled, her wrinkles grew more and more noticeable.

“Six years away.. I'm fifty."

"Yes, I know. No need to be reminded repeatedly. Where to celebrate?" ask Kailla prank.

A flick landed smoothly on Kailla's forehead.

"Aw! Naughty boy. I'm serious, honey" said Pram.

Pause and silence after the sentence is said. Pram chose to sigh before continuing his words. And Kailla, still carving a line on Pram's face with her index finger.

“There is no man who does not want a child from his marriage. Including me, Kai.”

“If asked, me or you. I wanted it the most. Not for any reason, because I love you. I love our wedding.”

“Darling, you why?” kailla asked, looking at her husband's netra, implying something.

“If I had known, you wanted a child from me for four years for daddy, not for your husband. But I appreciate it. That's not why I refused.”

“Honey, why?” ask Kailla again in wonder.

“44 years ago my family was destroyed, I don't even know the story. Consider this the version story mama.” Pram started telling stories.

“Papa chose suicide, unable to lose the throne and his son. Her mother chose to remove herself from the world in a different way. Mama, long time in hospital psychiatric, after losing everything.”

Kaila was shocked, looking at her husband who was closing his eyes.

“Honey,” call Kailla, gently kiss Pram's lips, make the man smile and open his eyes.

“And I. I know nothing. I grew up on the streets. I live hard on the streets. I don't know what it's like to have parents.”

“This hand that now hugs you, in his childhood this hand was not uncommon to have to get used to holding sharp weapons to maintain his small life. For what? Just for a sip of rice,” said Pram, telling a story.

Heavy, tells of his very heavy childhood. Which he himself would not even remember. Not infrequently he had to be willing to be beaten just to get food.

“My life used to be only worth a piece of bread or a pack of rice,” Pram explained.

“Darling, you why?” kailla asked confusedly. Pram never once told me about his childhood.

“It's okay, you're my wife. You should know as hard as my past,” said Pram.

Kailla immediately hugged Pram, peeling the face that began to have a lot of wrinkles bertubi.

“According to mama, daddy is most responsible for all the suffering of the Pratama family,” Pram explained, surprising Kailla.

“Means...?” Kailla's confused.

“For the destruction of the company, I can make sure daddy is in charge. For my abduction so that I am separated from my parents, I am not sure. But information from Andy, who kidnapped you four years ago. Daddy's most responsible.”

Kailla covered her open mouth.

“Sayang..,” whispered Kailla slowly.

“Sssstt....!” Pram put his index finger on his lips, asking Kailla to keep listening to him again.

“I've made peace with all that because of you. My love for you is greater than anything. But not for mama,”

“Mama hates daddy because of that?” kailla asked innocently.

“Iya... and I've been trying to persuade her all this time.”.

“And that's why mom doesn't like me?” ask Kailla, sad.

“Mama doesn't know anything yet. She doesn't know who your daughter is. Let it go.”

“No matter whose daughter you are, you remain my wife,” continued Pram.

“Honey, how about mama to know?” ask Kailla.

“It's okay, if that happens. Mama must choose, her grudge or her son,” said Pram smiled.

“Darling, sorry daddy,” whispered Kailla to tears.

“Pregnate with mom. Mama's past is heavier than ours.”

Kailla nodded.

“As his son I must serve him. As daddy's daughter-in-law, I had to make up for all of daddy's mistakes. You understand?” pram asked, cupping Kailla's face with both hands.

“I don't want to hurt mom," continued Pram.

“How will my fate be if mama finds out, I'm daddy's daughter.”

“Mama hates daddy. Hates daddy so much. Condemn all the descendants of Riadi. Even cursed our son first.”

Kailla was shocked again, hugging Pram tightly.

“If I get pregnant again, she will curse our child back?”

“Maybe... I'm not sure.” Pram answered

“Honey, how?"

“I don't know. Just walk. No need to think about it,” suhut Pram.

The two eyes looked at each other, strengthening each other. There is relief in Pram's heart. But he was sure, with his honesty Kailla had to sacrifice a lot. His most hurt wife in the end.

Kailla was silent, looking at Pram while crying.

“I love you, love you so much. From my childhood until now, only you have remained faithful by my side.

“If I let you go, will mommy take off the daddy for me?” kailla asked, after erasing her eye accreditations.

“Kai...!”

Pram's heart was like it had been pierced by thousands of needles. When his wife returned to exchange it just because of the daddy. So there's no value to a Pratama Reynaldi in Kailla's eyes.

“You gave yourself to me because of daddy and now you want to trade me for daddy. Don't dream!"

Pram sighed, almost in disbelief. After the long struggle. We spent nearly 9,000 days together. It was as easy as Kailla to say words that made her worthless.

“After the 24 years we spent together, after hundreds of words of love were spoken from your lips for me over the past four years. Is the value of a Pratama Reynaldi in your heart just like this Kai?”

“Hah!”

“Don't dream of swapping me for daddy, let alone asking me to marry your Aunt Kinar!” pram's nagging, banging his forehead on Kailla's forehead.

"Prepare yourself, to print the descendants of Reynaldi Pratama," continued Pram, trying to treat his own injuries due to Kailla's speech. Trying to look strong and smile.

"Until this far, Riadi remains invincible in Kailla's heart." Pram's inner.

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to be continued

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