The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 155: I Overtime

Pieter was accompanying Pram in the hospital. He was forced to leave the job because Pram needed him more. Pram collapsed due to a severe headache suffered a few days ago.

Pram had chosen to hold back, because Kailla needed it more. Enough rest, he must have been healthy again. These two weeks are indeed piled up work, not to mention Kailla's pregnancy which is so incredibly fussy. He has to be on standby and always be there for Kailla.

But the truth is, he can't. His body dropped instantly, even he was unable to stand, everything felt spinning. And a Pram ends up in the hospital.

“Pieter, please take care of my return. I don't want to be treated!” tell Pram, after having rested a few hours.

“No! You must be treated! Your condition is no longer possible,” reject Pieter.

“What does the doctor say?” pram asked, still sitting on the hospital bed.

Pieter shakes.

“While only exhaustion, lack of rest, lack of intake. That's an early diagnosis. But waiting for the results of the examination,” said Pieter.

“How's your head ache?” ask Pieter again.

“Still, but not as great as this morning,” said Pram, still massaging temples.

“Pieter, please take care of all. I'm serious, I can't make my wife worry,” Pram again.

“I'm just exhausted. Please ask the doctor, inject vitamins, infusion or something. Ask in high doses. I have to go home soon,” said Pram still holding back his headache.

“Don't be crazy Pram!” pieter's nagging, trying to hold Pram down.

“I can't leave Kailla. If I'm treated, what about my wife,” Pram explained.

“Pram, rest here two days only. I will help you take care of everything,” said Pieter to calm Pram.

“I don't mind the company. I want to go back, even if I don't think about it. I'm just worried about Kailla,” Pram said.

It was seen he got up, about to remove the infusion hose from his hand. He has to go home now, see Kailla.

“Do not do this, I will help take care of your wife.” Pieter held Pram's hand.

Hearing Pieter's words, Pram immediately glared. The pain in his head is getting worse.

“Don't try to get close to him!” pram Ancam. Just now he was about to pull Pieter's hand, the sound of the cell phone stopped him.

“My phone? Where's my phone?” pram asked after realizing his phone was not nearby.

Pieter opened a drawer near the bed.

“Nih! Your wife called,” explained Pieter, thrusting the phone to Pram.

“Iya Darling,” greet Pram so shift the green button on the screen.

“Cih!” Pieter smiled wryly hearing Pram greet his wife so sweetly.

“Honey.., you've notified Pieter. Ask the driver to send all materials and equipment. This afternoon I will make you a legit layer,” Kailla said, directly talking long without a semicolon.

“Iya, soon yes,” Pram replied with a smile.

“You've had lunch? Already taking your vitamins?” ask Pram again.

“Having finished eating. I'm not nauseous anymore now,” Kailla's story.

“Vitaminmu?” ask Pram.

“Not yet... Darling,” sahut Kailla hesitate.

“Drink now, otherwise I will bite you later tonight,” threatened Pram before disconnecting his call.

After throwing his phone in bed, Pram asks Pieter to send the materials that Kailla asks for.

“Pieter, send to the apartment what Kailla requested. He wants to make a legit layer for me!Ask Mitha to find out, what does Kailla need,” Pram command, make Pieter slack.

“Haha. You asked the conglomerate's daughter to make you tier legit?” pieter asked in disbelief.

“Do not comment much!” nagel Pram's. Upset looking at Pieter.

“I even asked her to get pregnant with my son. She's my wife now!”

“You're sure he can make it for you?” ask Pieter again.

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Kailla and Ms. Ida spent most of the day in the kitchen. Kaila chose to sit on the kitchen floor because she was exhausted.

“It feels like, already want to throw away the dough Bu!” kailla said in despair.

Mother Ida who saw the behavior of her master could only shake her head.

“When is Bu?” completed Again Kailla nagged, seeing the new pan filled in half.

“Sabar Non, the name is legit lapis. Must be patient and painstaking,” advices Bu Ida.

“Why does my husband crave it this way makes it difficult for you,” complained Kailla with his face pinched.

“Yes his name is also cravings, can not be determined what he wants. If not followed later his son ileran,” replied Bu Ida.

“Gosh!” Hurriedly Kailla stood up continuing to lay the dough inside the baking pan.

The atmosphere was calm in the kitchen not until five minutes, again Bu Ida heard the screams of Kailla.

“Yeah, the lining is scorching Bu,” cried Kailla surprising Bu Ida and the two assistants who were sitting in the dining room.

“How can it?” ask Ms. Ida wonder.

“I overslept,” sahut Kailla, her face almost crying.

“This must be awaited Non, do not fall asleep.”

“Yes, waiting for the dough to mature, make the eyes sleepy, I watch youtube then, let's not fall asleep,” said Kailla. Choosing to continue layering the dough in the baking sheet.

“Part of closing, my husband will not know there is a part that is charred, his inner”.

Soon, Kailla shouted. Firmer than ever.

“What else is Non?” ask Ms. Ida.

“More than the previous Bu,” said Kailla almost cried.

“I watched the gossip show, I forgot the same cake in the oven,” story Kailla.

With great difficulty Kailla finished all the dough. The legit layer was only finished by 06.00 pm. Smile on her beautiful face. After cleaning up, Kailla decided to sit in the dining room staring at her homemade cake, waiting for Pram to get home from work.

An hour waiting, there was still no sign of her husband's return. Time and time again he stared at the door, hoping Pram would come. She wanted to surprise her husband. Even though his homemade sandwich was partially burnt, he had already tried to make it with all his heart.

Sam who just went inside, surprised Kailla for a moment. Just now she was about to run over to greet her husband, but Sam's rancid face appeared behind the door.

“Night Non Kailla, already beautiful grooming want to go for a walk where?” seductive Sam, sitting next to his master.

Just as Sam sat down, he was already startled by the look of a legit sandwich that was plastered for real on the dining table.

“Gosh Non, it's worth eating?” sam asked furrowed his forehead, staring at the partially blackened legit sandwich cake.

Kailla felt like she wanted to cry at the words of Sam, had been exhausted all day, waiting for her husband who did not come, plus the humiliation of Sam made her feelings mixed.

“Already, do not cry Non. I'm kidding,” said Sam comforting Kailla.

“Pak Pram is told to eat anything, if Non makes it, he must eat. Even if it's rat poison, Non whines at him. Must have been swallowed directly by Mr. Pram,” said Sam again.

Just as Kailla was about to reply, the phone in her hand rang. Looking at Pram's name, Kailla's smile immediately fell on her face.

“Iya Darling.. ,” greet Kailla.

“Darling, I'm not coming home tonight. I have to overtime,” said Pram from across.

Kailla instantly turned off her phone, not hearing Pram's next words anymore. Choosing to go into the room while crying, leaving Sam astonished.

“Why Sam?” ask Ms. Ida.

Sam shakes. His gaze shifted on the legit layer on the table.

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Thanks though. Love You All