The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 172: Alarm Disruptor

Pram's kiss is intoxicating for Kailla, paralyzing muscles and joints instantly. She always does not dwell, if her husband has issued her mainstay style. The entire contents of his brain were sizable at that very instant, all the emotions that had accumulated since then disappeared evaporated out of nowhere. Kaila needs time to get back in control, collecting bits and pieces of anger and emotion that were once spoiled just because of a soft kiss and hot handsome man, her irreplaceable husband.

Getting married these few months, as if teaching a lot to Pram. From how to temper his emotions and soften his wife's wildest behavior. He had found his own formula and formula, how to conquer Kailla at every turn.

“Aww... Kai!” pram's small scream was heard in between his kisses.

Kaila bites her husband's lips mercilessly, when his consciousness has returned, having been made to float and fly by Pram's kiss just moments ago.

“Basic shameless!” kailla's grouse, repelling Pram's body just a little bit away. Pram's behavior is getting more and more embarrassing. Not in the room, not at home, not in the car, even he dared to do the same thing while in the hospital.

“Huh!” grunts Kailla.

“I'm forced to Darling. You do not want to listen to me if you use a smooth and fine way like other husbands,” Pram explained seriously, gently rubbing his lower lip bitten by Kailla. There was no teasing or joking expression in his sentence. Right now he is serious, not being seduced. All she thought about was making Kailla forget to ask Andi about all the things she had kept secret for 20 years.

“Just reason,”dengus Kailla. His eyes had been circling around, looking for a figure of a bitchy stock who claimed to be omniscient to know the story of the past of the Riadi Dirgantara family.

“He where?” kailla asked Sam who had shown her face.

“Rome Non. Anyone who wants to be forced to watch such a scene. Only Bui Ida who did not complain was awarded the jackpot every time,” grumbled Sam.

“Come on Kai, we go home,” take Pram, pull Kailla's hand, walk towards the ICU room.

“We say goodbye to daddy first,” said Pram.

Seen Pram pushed the room where his in-laws had been fast asleep since last night. The guard nurse is also seen trailing behind, carrying special clothes that Pram and Kailla will use while in the ICU room.

“Ayo..,” invite Pram, still holding Kailla's hand inside.

***

Once inside the room, left behind by the two of them, Kailla was sad again. Looking at the scene ahead, his Daddy was in a helpless state, with hoses filling his body. Not to mention the creepy sound of medical devices that go around the daddy.

“Don't cry in front of daddy. If it turns out that daddy can hear your crying voice, he must be sad,” whispered Pram, after seeing his wife's beautiful eyeballs began to appear crystallized water.

Kailla just nodded, hiding her face behind Pram's shoulders while rubbing her two riverbed eyes. Pram approached and bowed, whispering softly in his in-laws' ears.

“Dad, we're saying goodbye. Kailla had to go home to rest,” Pram whispered, clasping her powerless squeezed in-laws' hands on the bed.

Kaila walked up to the bed, standing right next to Pram.

“Dad, I'm new from mama's place. Mama will miss you too,” whispered Kailla. Staring sadly at the daddy, who was still faithful silent and did not want to open his eyes.

Looking at the helplessly lying daddy, with a hose almost filled his entire body. It felt like Kailla wanted to scream, scream at God.

There is a feeling of not accepting and not being fair coming together. When people can have both at the same time, but he can only have one of them, Daddy. But not satisfied he enjoyed the togetherness with the daddy, fate has spoken again. Get ready to pick up daddy and let him live alone.

If he could ask for this moment, he would not ask for much. He only wanted daddy to remain in this world to accompany him. Even with conditions like before the coma, you can only stare and smile in a wheelchair. That's enough for him.

“Come,” take Pram, when capturing the look of sadness back to control his wife's face.

“I want to kiss daddy for a minute,” pinta Kailla. Two soft pecking fruits landed on the cheeks and forehead of the daddy.

Relieved! Daddy's still here, still with him. Even in a weak old body, silence does not respond to anything.

“I love you Dad. I go home first, tomorrow I come back,” said to Kailla. Straight walk out.

Arriving at the door, Pram helps Kailla remove the green clothes that are specifically used when entering the ICU room. Hand it over to Sam who was standing not far from the door of the ICU room.

“Come!” pinta Pram, immediately kissed Kailla's forehead, then hugged her tightly.

Kailla immediately spilled a cry in Pram's arms, she had to bite into Pram's shirt for the sake of the sound of her crying not being heard out.

“Sa..who, will Daddy be okay?” tanyanya on the sidelines.

“Yes, daddy will be fine,” suhut Pram, gently caressed his wife's long strayed hair.

“But why don't daddy get up, meet me. I'll give her a cute granddaughter like her dream. But why won't she wake up,” soak Kailla still cries.

“Yes, daddy will wake up later. If it's time, he'll definitely wake up,” entertain Pram.

“Now we have to go home. You also need rest. Pity our baby, if you keep crying,” Pram persuaded.

“Iya..” Only a short answer came out of Kailla's tiny lips, the rest of her choosing to follow Pram's steps that continued to tightly grip her hand.

***

Mobile phone alarm on the nightstand, waking the couple who are still asleep and hugging each other in his luxury room. Pram was piqued by the noise of alarms screaming incessantly, nagging with eyes still closed.

“Who's work is,” Pram's nagging, his hands fumbling square objects that disturb sleep.

Harshly throw it as far as possible, after forcefully silencing the phone. Luckily, the floor of his room was covered in thick tapestries. Otherwise, it can be ascertained that expensive phones with apple logos the rest of the bite will be smashed into pieces.

“Who set the alarm this early,” Pram nag again, after having a peek at the clock still shows at 04.00 am.

Kailla, the brain of the bully's alarm that morning, just squirms a little, then goes back to sleep. Breaking into the warm embrace of her husband, as if not disturbed by Pram's nagging yan is more noisy than the sound of an alarm.

But two hours later, when his eyes had opened perfectly. Where his consciousness had gathered, he immediately rose up pushing Pram's body, when he realized that time had shown at 06:00 am. In a hurry, he got up while nagging, when he saw his phone had been lying helplessly on the floor carpet.

Hurriedly she grabbed the phone and came out of her room, still with nagging lips not stopping. Reinstalling his phone, while cursing Pram.

“Huh! Definitely work. Instead of waking me up, throwing my phone away,” degus Kailla was still upset. She was planning to make breakfast for her husband.

The night before going to bed, he had a chance to see the recipe for mixed rice. With the spirit of 45, he planned to make it this morning. Especially after making sure all the ingredients are available in the refrigerator, the spirit is increasing.

“For Non,” say hello to Bu Ida and Bu Sari together, when you see Kailla coming out of the room with a pouty face.

“Pagi..,” sahut Kailla short, while tying her long hair up, making a dip so as not to interfere with the cooking event.

“I want to cook mixed rice. Is it still in the hunt, ma'am?” kailla asked the two house assistants who were standing looking at each other.

“Nasi Mix?” said Bu Ida and Bu Sari simultaneously.

To Be Continue's....