The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 132. Regrets And Pram Promises

“Kailla is pregnant,” said Pram slowly, looking at his wife with a difficult expression to describe.

He could hardly believe, afraid of hearing wrong. He looked back at Ida, looking for certainty from the blind eyes of the old woman. A nod full of confidence of Ida Bu, immediately hit the defense of himself as a man. Maybe if she was a woman, now she was crying so much.

Pram looked at his wife, his lips smiling faintly. That's all it looks like from a current Pram. After a long silence, when he was able to control himself again, he asked Ida to leave his room. He needs time alone now.

“Bu, can leave us. I'll take care of Kailla. Thank you.” Pram walked to open the door for Ida. Prefer more precisely to throw Miss Ida out of her room.

He stared at the door closing slowly, but as he turned around, two drops of water fell from his eyes. Maybe he is not an actor who can cry as much as in soap operas, but at this time he is really happy and disappointed in himself. How happy he was, as big as it was his disappointment in him. He rubbed his eyes, trying to hold back from dropping the remaining tears.

Staring at his current wife, would only make him re-touch. It looks like Pram turned around to stick his head against the wall. Biting his lips so as not to sob. Holding back so that both his eyeballs did not get wet again, but he could not, Pram collapsed at this time. He's crying now. Yes, Pram is crying.

After fifteen minutes of exhausting emotions and tears, he turned back to look at Kailla. It was seen that he sighed many times, restoring his confidence.

Slowly approached Kailla who was still asleep, kneeling at the waist of the bed. His hand is now rubbing his wife's stomach is still flat. But ... In there is the fruit of his love and Kailla.

“Honey, thank you,” whispered. He had to take pains to say it so as not to return to his tears.

His hand had now moved to caress the calm face of his wife.

“I beg your pardon. I promise I will never hurt you again. Won't make you cry again,” said Pram slowly, clasping Kailla's hand. Peeping the still-cold hand over and over again while dripping his tears back.

“I promise I will keep my patience for you indefinitely,” Pram said again.

“Promise .. You and our child are my top priority from now on.”

“Making you and our child my reason to keep breathing from now on.”

“Starting this second you no longer need to compete with the pile of my files,” said Pram.

He regretted for these few days having neglected Kailla and her son, only for the work that was actually never ending. Since childhood, Kailla has often complained of having to succumb to all her daddy work. And he's doing the same thing to Kailla right now.

“I'm sorry, Kai. I'm really sorry,” regretted Pram.

It looks like Pram bit his lips so that his crying does not break. Although actually he does not care to be a weak man because he cries for his wife and child.

“I'm sorry. Get well soon, honey. I'll grant all your requests,” whispers her in Kailla's ear, then kisses Kailla's long forehead.

Pram caught a glimpse of the clock above the nightstand. It has been 02:30 means in Indonesia it is 07:30 in the morning. He pulled out his phone and called David.

Right on the third ring David received his call.

“Ya, President ...” greet David from across.

“Dave, get Sam back to work to help Donny look after my in-laws. I can't go home on schedule. My wife is pregnant and she needs me. I can't finish the job here according to the original plan,” Pram's orders.

“Hah! Mistress pregnant?” David asked to be sure.

“Yes, and I can't overtime anymore from now on. Please take care of my in-laws,” Pram said. A smile was etched on her lips every time she remembered Kailla's pregnancy.

“Always notify each development. Make sure everything's okay. My wife loves her daddy so much. I don't want anything to happen to my in-laws.” Pram says.

“Good President,” David said.

“Oh yes, ask all assistants not to inform my wife of my current in-laws condition. I don't want my wife to think anything. I don't want all that bad information to affect her pregnancy,” Pram said. His eyes were on Kailla.

“Good President.”

***

After disconnecting from the call, Pram returned to Kailla. Putting his hand on his wife's forehead.

“Still hot,” said. His hand had already grabbed the towel inside the basin, squeezed it dry and placed it on Kailla's forehead.

Pram rubbed Kailla's stomach again with a smile. He drew his face closer, pecked at his wife's stomach while whispering.

“Hai, hotshot daddy, so good boy in there. Tell mommy, her anger don't take too long, daddy kangen you guys,” said Pram.

Seeing the heat of Kailla who did not go down finally forced Pram to contact Pieter. He could only ask Pieter for help at this moment. His wife needs a doctor. It's not good to let Kailla be sick for a long time especially now that she's pregnant.

In less than an hour, Pieter had come to his apartment with a doctor.

“How is Pram doing?” ask Pieter. Worry was clearly visible on Pieter's face.

“Still hot as before. I can only compress it,” Pram explained to invite Pieter to sit on the sofa of his room while waiting for the doctor who was examining Kailla.

“Not taking medicine?” ask Pieter again.

“She's pregnant, I can't give her medicine,” said Pram without intending to hurt Pieter.

However, Pram's reply slightly disturbed Pieter's composure. Since yesterday, he has been trying to get rid of Kailla. Since hearing of Kailla's pregnancy from Mitha, Pieter chose to step down. It is not appropriate to fight for a woman who will soon give birth to a child for her husband.

He becomes a man who does not know himself, but it is because he believes Kailla does not love Pram. But now he has no hope.

***

After the doctor's departure, Pram asks Bayu to redeem the medicine for Kailla. Pram himself chose to sleep on the sofa, while looking after Kailla and preparing himself for the drama Kailla in a moment. His wife had trouble taking medication and was afraid of being injected. He had not thought of using what strategy to deal with Kailla at this time. All he knew was that the heavy work would soon be in sight. If he could choose, he would rather face a pile of files than persuade Kailla to take the medicine.

Before long, it appears that Ida Bu entered with a drug belonging to her employer.

“Pak, this is Non Kailla medicine,” said Bu Ida when he stood in front of Pram while carrying a tray containing medicine and a glass of water. Pram's eyeballs almost came out when he saw there were so many large-sized tablets there.

“I should have prescribed syrup just earlier,” said Pram while scratching his head that does not itch.

Ms. Ida who has memorized the habit of Kailla can only close her mouth so that the sound of her laughter does not come out. He had already imagined how Pram's hassles were when he persuaded Kailla to take the medicine.

***

Thank ye.

Love You All - Reynaldi.