The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 170: Son-in-law Does Not Know Yourself

Pram decided to go home, after making sure all the administration of Mr. Riadi has been done. He assigned Donny to wait at the hospital. He has to go home and make sure that Kailla is okay. Furthermore, he also had to go to the office, to take care of some work. When we got home, the time was almost 07:00 in the morning. Sam and Bayu were chatting while drinking coffee on the side porch.

“Sam, Kailla where?” ask Pram.

“In the room Sir,” said Sam while sipping his black coffee. Without asking any further, Pram rushed in, running towards his room located on the second floor.

“Kai..,” call Pram when entering into room. His wife was sleeping, there were still remains of tears on her cheeks.

“Don't cry anymore. I promise to take care of you,” whispered Pram, after removing a trace of tears on his wife's pretty face.

The eyes blinked several times, before finally opening perfectly.

“Honey, you're back. Why didn't you wake me?” kailla asked still with a typical hoarse voice of waking up.

“I just got back. I want to take a shower first,” explained Pram.

“Daddy..?” kaila asked with tears coming back down.

“Daddy still in hospital.” Pram looks hesitant, must tell the truth or not to his wife.

“Then.. how is daddy?” kailla asked, got out of bed and approached Pram who was opening his shirt to get a bath.

Pram smile. “Daddy comma again.”

“But don't worry, it will definitely be fine. Daddy has been in a coma twice and is fine. Now it will also be like that,” entertain Pram. He did not dare to blunt the actual condition of daddy. In fact, daddy only lives because of the tools, once the tool is removed, you can be sure daddy left them all.

“You hugged me?” pram asked, extending his hand, grabbing Kailla's body to hug him.

“Later I will come to the hospital,” pinta Kailla, wrap both hands around Pram's waist who is bare-chested at this time.

“Iya, but we take a shower and breakfast first, new to the hospital,” Pram said as he slipped Kailla's messy hair behind her earlobe.

“You took a shower with me?” tawar Pram, smiling seductively pulled Kailla's waist closer to him.

Kaila is shocked to hear Pram's offer.

“At this time, your brain is still perverted!” grouse Kailla.

“Colah!” pram whinek.

“I need your massage and strokes. I'm tired Darling,” continued Pram again.

Without waiting for Kailla to answer, Pram had already pulled his wife's hand into the bathroom.

“You don't want it, I asked for a massage to the girl in the salon plus-plus.Hahaha,” said Pram laughed.

“Bare to try it?” tanya Kailla challenges Pram. She was ready to clench her hands, ready to throw a fist at her husband.

“Makanya, come. I want a plus-plus massage from you,” goda Pram.

“My head hurts, Kai. I didn't sleep all night. From the hospital I have to go to the office,” Pram's story, massaging his temples.

“You missed me?” ask Kailla. Pram who already understood what Kailla meant, immediately nodded.

“I need to meet my son, usually he is the smartest to calm his daddy,” Pram said smiling nosily.

***

There are many questions that dance in Pram's brain every time he remembers what his in-laws want to say. He had no picture at all, forcing even thinking it felt like it was just a waste. Just wasting time and energy.

Kaill..

Only that name makes sense. Daddy must be worried about his beloved daughter. Riadi Dirgantara's lifetime, never once never once thought of Kailla. Even Pram can remember clearly a few years ago, said accidentally from the lips of the daddy.

“If I can choose, I choose he was not born of my blood. From seed. He was born only to be the impingement of my enemies, the one who demands revenge for my deeds in the past.”

The sentence was still clear in Pram's brain. And almost every day, that expression of worry is spoken. Pram's daydream was a little disturbed as Kailla squirmed a little in her arms, Pram's gaze fixed on her sleeping little wife with an innocent and adorable face.

“Honey, you can sleep again. The streets are jammed,” whispered Pram, smelling the aroma of shampoo at the top of his wife's head.

Their car is currently stuck at a red light crossroad. There are many snack vendors, mandir pondar offers its sales. In the past, he was one of them. See you in-laws. He doesn't know his childhood, his parents. By the time he got to know the world, he was already on the streets with other children, who had no parents either.

He only remembered, his first meeting with Riadi, the man immediately offered him to come home with him. Living in a luxurious house like a palace, which makes little Pram's lips can not clench.

He was educated at the best school in Jakarta, treated like a real child. At that time, nhKailla did not exist. Kaila was present some know at the death of Riadi's wife, Anna Wijaya.

The car went into the hospital. Pram immediately woke Kailla and took her to the hospital.

“Kai, I may not be long, I still have a meeting in two hours,” Pram explained, staring at the clock on his wrist.

“Iya,” sahut Kailla brief.

“If you are tired, you can go home Kai. Let Donny stay on guard here,” Pram's message.

“Iya..”

Waiting here for a long time is also free, the doctor has said there will be no change. Mr. Riadi only depends on the life of the tool, but once the tool is removed it means everything will be finished. And Pram doesn't have the courage to be frank with Kailla. She chose to keep the device attached to her in-laws' bodies, at least until Kailla was ready. Praying for a miracle.

“Honey, I have to go to the office. You want to come with me?” tanya Pram after half an hour in front of the ICU room.

“I'm here,” says Kailla, keep staring at the ICU room door. He had not met with daddy from the beginning of arriving at the hospital.

“Close with me to my office yes,” bargain Pram, crouching while clasping Kailla's hand. He did not calm down leaving Kailla alone in the hospital.

Kailla.

“Good. You can call me anytime. I have to go to the office now Kai,” said Pram, peeping at his wife's forehead.

***

Pram was seriously listening to the presentation in the meeting room, when Kailla contacted him. His gaze instantly switched on the flashing phone screen on the desk. A smile rang on Pram's lips as Kailla's name appeared there. Without wasting any time, he grabbed his expensive phone and took it out to hear his wife's voice.

“Honey, Sam and I are heading to mama's grave now,” Kailla reports when Pram receives her call.

Pram forgot, since marriage he has not brought Kailla to visit his mother's grave. He was too busy, to forget the very thing that was important to both of them.

“Yes, wait for me there. I'll catch up. I really don't know myself, until I forget the most important thing in our marriage, ” said Pram from across the phone, smiling wryly. Laughing at his dereliction as a son-in-law.

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