The President's Wife

Chapter 57: A Tired Release Smile

Ms Citra was sitting limp on the porch seat, looking back at her son's car which was getting away, finally disappearing behind the high gate of her house.

Tears trickled back through sunken cheeks and wrinkles edible age. He is no longer young, almost the age of his enemy, Riadi Dirgantara. Seconds leading to seventy years to be exact.

Her old hand rubbed the river's eyes. When asked about his heart, pain is the only answer. Even the pain increased when his own son chose to leave him. Stand with tears.

Is this the kind of life he wants? Certainly not the answer. But to be sincere is not as easy as talking. Far different from Pram, who did not go through this painful life. Perhaps his son is more receptive and forgiving to all the depraved deeds of Riadi. And deep in her heart, she did not blame Pram if she could forgive Riadi.

“Ma, drink,” said Kinar, disperse his reverie.

Suddenly the girl came over with a glass of warm tea. Slowly put it on the wooden table.

“Thanks, Kinar."

Mother Citra sighed softly before continuing her sentence.

"Only you are left and still remain faithful to accompany me in the remnants of my age.”

Mother Citra looked straight ahead, but her gaze was blank. His mind was venturing back into his dark past.

“Already Ma,” entertain Kinar, gently wipe the shoulders of Mother Citra.

He still remembers clearly, a dozen years ago when he just migrated to Jakarta, working in a social parlour. That was his first introduction to Ibu Citra.

At that time Mother Citra's physical is still strong and healthy, but her mental has not healed properly. He was recently discharged from a mental hospital and was accommodated there because he had no relatives or family.

In fact, his memory had not healed properly. He can only name two Prams and Reynald. Pram is a call to her husband and Reynald is a call to her son.

His days were filled with daydreaming and crying. A few months of patience to invite him to talk, then Ibu Citra want to share the burden of his life. Since then, his condition has improved. Although sometimes still like to run amok at certain times. But with regular consumption of drugs, his condition stabilized again.

“Kinar, if you know it will hurt, I better share the same insect venom with my husband,” he said slowly, crying again. Occasionally hitting his own chest.

“Already Ma. Mas Pram must be back. She loves you so much,” comfort Kinar, helping to wipe away the tears streaming down the face of the old woman who was already considered to be like her own mother.

“I also don't want to grudge. But it's hard to forget it,” the stuffing again.

“I do not mind the property forcibly taken from my family, but the life of my husband and the loss of 39 years of opportunity embraced my son.”

“Even he replaced it with his life though, it was not worth it and could not return everything,” said Ibu Citra.

Kinar directly hugged the old body that was now shaking violently.

“Riadi heartless. Already mastering our family property cunningly, leaving a corporate debt to my husband. Still not enough, he kidnapped my son,” said Ms. Citra quivered.

“Even his sins increased, when my husband chose the suicide path and left me a stick of kara. He had no idea what it was like to spend so many years in a mental hospital. Life is a bum. And it was all Riadi!”

“Already Ma,” said Kinar, rubbing a soft back that began to bend slightly inedible age.

“I also want to forgive, I also want to accept it. But every time I tried, the shadow of my husband dying with a frothy mouth, it felt unfair. All this grief was caused by Riadi,” his sobbing slowly.

“I don't demand a perfect daughter-in-law, I don't demand she should be able to do everything. I also did not demand that he should be from a respectable family. Even a vagrant, I will accept it willingly,” said Ibu Citra.

“Already Ma, already,” whispered Kinar, swiping back. Trying to calm. This old lady should have been enjoying life, enjoying her old days. But his life burden was too heavy.

“I su-dah opened it, Kinar... But, why did my own son open the wound back, the wound I painstakingly covered,” said Ibu Citra stammered.

His tears were rushing, flowing, until he had to sting to just breathe.

“My wounds caused by Riadi, forever will not heal. But my son came with his daughter. W-If she doesn't marry him, I can still accept. B-but, he instead made it a part of his life.”

“It doesn't seem fair. It's enough he took everything from me, took everyone I care about. Why should she give her daughter to me.”

“Ma, yes already. We go inside,” persuade Kinar. Not wanting to make Mother Citra more depressed.

Every time I see his daughter's face, I see the shadow of my husband's face. Who was helpless, who was desperate, in the rest of his last breath,” isak Ibu Citra.

“Maaaa.., already.” Kinar shed tears. A dozen years ago, he had seen the miserable condition of Mother Citra, just like now.

“I.. don't demand he pay back what he took. I do not demand that he atone for all his sins. I did not ask him to pay for all my suffering caused by him. I just asked, so that there would be no need to see it and its descendants in my life. But is it so hard?”

“What sins am I, until I have to bear all this.” The cry broke, Mother Citra squeezed her chest. No longer able to speak. He could only cry and cry until his body went limp.

“Ma, we go to room yes,” refer Kinar. Seen he called a security to help memapah body Mother Citra that is not powered.

“Kinar, I don't want to grudge, but doing it isn't as easy as saying it. Too sick.”

“You remember, she once came to me alone in the parlor back then. Begging for forgiveness for all his sins, he even knelt down to apologize. He still dared to bring his young daughter to see me,” his sobbing slowly, before re-entering the house.

***

Kaila was lying on the bed after finishing her dinner. Today's prams should be overtime. The problems in the project were unfinished, forcing the man to work a little harder than usual.

Chequek!

The door of the luxurious room was opened when the time had shown ten o'clock at night. Kaila looked towards the door, smilingly welcoming her husband.

Pram with his tired face entered with shaky steps, carrying a work coat. Her hair was messy, not as neat as it was this morning when she left for the office. Shirt buttons have been opened to the chest, showing off the muscular muscles at an age that is not young anymore.

“Kai, I'm tired. I can't carry you right now,” refuse Pram.

Almost fell, not ready to support the body of Kailla who had suddenly hitched a ride on his body.

The cup!The cup!

Kaila kissed both cheeks before jumping down.

“Honey, have you eaten?” kailla asked, still hugging.

“You want me to make you your favorite meal?” tawar Kailla's.

Pram.

“I'm tired, I just want you right now. Let's get all your skills out, honey,” pinta Pram.

Pram had dropped himself violently, lying on his back on the bed. Pulls Kailla to lie down on her body, facing each other so she can see his wife's face from a close distance.

He was enjoying the softness of the bed, stretching his achy back because he sat too long in the office.

“Honey, what are you working on today?” pram asked, closing my eyes. Enjoying the body of Kailla who was on his body.

“I'm home all day,” says Kailla, painting the curves of her husband's handsome face with his lentic fingers.

“You're not naughty?” pram asked, opening his eyes. Both of his hands were already hugging the slender waist of his wife.

“No.!” kailla replied smiling.

“The corner of your lips still hurts, Kai?” pram asked, with his left hand gently rubbing the wound that started to dry.

“Not anymore, this afternoon I bought ointment in the pharmacy,” Kailla said.

“So your lips can serve me tonight?” goda Pram chuckles.

“Aaaaaah! Don't tease me,” Kailla said in a spoiled tone.

“Yes already, accompany me to take a shower then,” pinta Pram.

“Come!”

Pram's hand had held Kailla's waist down so she wouldn't fall. Still in a koala-style cradle position, taking his wife to the bathroom.

“Ah.. don't drop me. I'll bite you!” grouse Kailla.

“Heheheh. Very tired Kai,” he said slowly, sitting his wife on the sink table in the bathroom.

“Indeed what problem in the project?” ask Kailla seriously. She held her hands around her husband's neck.

“The apartment project that collapsed, took a lot of casualties. There were dozens of fatalities, not yet injured. For a while don't leave the house. I'm worried about you. I don't know who my enemies are out there. You understand?”

“Iya Darling,” sahut Kailla, according. Pecking all over Pram's face.

Pram's smile grew. At a time like this only Kailla could comfort him. Seeing his wife's smile and indulgence alone, the fatigue on his shoulders disappeared instantly.

“Good boy, are there any signs of Junior Pram here?” ask Pram. His gaze turned on his wife's flat stomach. Slowly rubbing it with feeling.

“I don't know, I haven't checked it yet,” Kailla said.

“Isn't it a few days away from your menstrual schedule, is it?” tanya Pram.

Kailla shook her head with an adorable face. His fingers are seen counting with frowns and pursed lips. But he himself did not understand the answer.

Compared to Kailla, Pram remembers his wife's monthly schedule.

“Hahahaha!” pram's laughter broke out.

“Do not like this adorable, I will devour you now!” pram said, already moving away. Undressing the clothes attached to his body, throwing him origin in the corner of the bathroom.

And Kailla was leisurely sitting on the sink table, shaking her legs.

***

To be continued

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Next: The sound of cell phone ringing disrupts the two husbands' sleep. Pram who was awake first, immediately grabbed the phone on the nightstand. I still didn't realize it was still midnight. They had just fallen asleep from exhaustion after doing a joint investment project.

“Hallo,” greet Pram with hoarse voice. Still with sleepy eyes, stick the phone in his ear. No matter what news the caller gave, Pram almost dropped his phone in surprise. Those sleepy eyes instantly woke up instantly.

“Kai, wake up Darling!” call Pram panic. Already running to walk in closet looking for her clothes.

“Honey, wake up!” call Pram half yelling.