The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 192. Like Watching the World Cup

“Honey,” call Kailla, suddenly get into the workspace.

“You've arrived, Darling?” pram asked, taking his eyes off the files piled up on the table. His wife today looks beautiful in a knee-length peach-colored dress. Hair with a thin make-up.

“Kiss me now,” pinta Pram, still sitting in her work chair.

“Why spoiled once,” said Kailla, rushing over to Pram.

“But promise, don't fuck my lips. My lipstick will fall apart,” kailla's ink with the pot.

“Yes, I just want to feel your new lipstick,” Pram replied smilingly.

Cup. Brief, short and light.

“This is the name stick, dear ... instead of kissing,” complained Pram, annoyed.

“Later tonight only! You can enjoy my lips as much as you can. Let's go now,” take Kailla, already pulled Pram's hand.

Arriving outside Stella's room, the secretary had already greeted the two with a smile.

“Away, Mistress?” stella asked, chuckling to see Pram being dragged by Kailla.

“I go first, Ste. If anyone is looking for your boss, just say ... Mr. Pram cannot be disturbed,” Kailla said.

“Ya, Mistress. Say hello to her baby sister.”

Arriving downstairs, Pram looks for the two assistants Kailla who usually waits for the lobby. Pram circulates around, looking for the whereabouts of Bayu and Sam.

“What did they go to lunch, huh?” pram asked, after glancing at the clock on his wrist.

“We go alone, Honey. I haven't seen you drive for a long time,” pinta Kailla, hugging tightly on her husband's arm.

“You see me driving? Ok!” take Pram, blink his eyes. I haven't driven myself in a long time. Since returning from Austria, Pram has been using a driver more often.

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When I arrived at the hospital, it was lunchtime. Back they had to wait and queue like any other patient.

“Honey, you are not hungry?” kailla asked, leaning on Pram's shoulder.

“You hungry?” Pram asked back.

“I'm not hungry, but it looks like your son is hungry,” Kailla said.

“Hahaha .. can be so yes?” ask Pram, chuckle.

“What do you want to eat? Do we go to lunch?” tawar Pram's.

“I don't want to. Honey, can you buy me some bread,” pinta Kailla.

“Ok, Mistress,” said Pram, hurrying to leave Kailla alone in the waiting room chair.

Before long, Pram had returned with a bag of bread and milk boxes. Put it on his wife's lap.

“Honey, said our son is hungry.” Pram said, after seeing Kailla not touching her bread at all. His wife is still busy playing games on her phone.

“Oh, I forgot,” says Kailla. Immediately check the contents of the pouch, then smile at Pram.

“Your favorite cheese,” said Pram, clutching Kailla's shoulder, so as to get closer to her.

“Enak?” pram asked, after seeing Kailla bite vigorously.

“Enak. Honey, want?” kailla asked to put the cheese bread into Pram's mouth.

Pram smiled back, his gaze turning to the bite-marked bread of Kailla. While biting, he smilingly looked at his loving wife.

“Enak, Dear?” ask Kailla.

Pram nodded, patting the head of his wife as usual.

“Kalau enak, makan yang banyak. Aku membelinya untukmu dan bayi kita,” sahut Pram.

“You're not hungry?” ask Kailla back.

“No, I eat at the office only.” Pram said.

“So the scale goes up how many kilos, Darling?” ask Pram suddenly.

“Still fixed, a little down like,” replied Kailla, still enjoying her cheese bread.

“But no problem, huh?” ask Pram worried.

“Let's consult a doctor,” said Pram soothe. Pram had already taken the phone out of his pants pocket, following in the footsteps of Kailla who spent the time waiting by fiddling with the phone.

After spending almost two pieces of cheese bread, Kailla felt full. His hand was already preparing to tidy up the grocery bag, but his eyes were fixed on a loaf of bread left in the bag.

“Honey, open your mouth,” pinta Kailla, after opening the plastic wrapper and thrusting bread in front of her husband's mouth.

“Thank you, darling,” said Pram, still seriously staring at the screen of his phone. This time Pieter sent him an email.

“Darling, what is it?” kailla asked, pointing to Pram's phone screen.

“This is the process of building a hotel in Austria. Pieter just sent it to me,” Pram replied, looking around for the leftover bread of her bite that Kailla had not thrust back at her.

“I'm hungry, Honey.” Pram said as he pulled out the hand of Kailla who was still holding the bread.

“Buet me,” pinta Pram.

“Why are you getting spoiled now. Your love has exceeded me,” grumbled Kailla.

“Hahahaha .. from now on learn to pamper me, so later you are not surprised anymore when you have to pamper our child,” replied Pram.

“How can it be,” sahut Kailla scuffles.

“Hahaha .. could have been,” Pram replied, clutching Kailla's body, enjoying the feeling of hugging his wife tightly.

Pram's warm embrace must end when a nurse calls Kailla's name.

“Mother Kailla Riadi Dirgantara,” call the nurse, while carrying a map in her hand.

“Ya, Sus,” sahut Kailla directly stand.

“Sayang ..." call Kailla, hand her phone to Pram who is cleaning her messy handbag mixed with the rest of the mineral water bottle.

“Yes, I followed,” sahut Pram, carrying the Kailla handbag he just tidied up.

As soon as you enter the room. The smile of the female doctor had already greeted them. Before starting the examination, the doctor looks to ask Kailla and Pram about complaints or obstacles during pregnancy. This is their first check, before Kailla conducted an inspection in Austria.

Before long Kailla was welcome to go up to the examination bed.

“Honey, accompany me. I'm afraid,” pinta Kailla's hand gripping Pram. When she lay down, she would not let go of her husband's hand.

“Sorry, Mom,” said the nurse helped Kailla lift her dress so the doctor could do an ultrasound examination.

“Sayang ..." call Kailla staring at Pram who is standing next to her. The nurse was pouring gel liquid on her stomach.

“Yes, it's okay,” replied Pram soothingly, his hands were freely tidying up the haircut and tucking behind Kailla's earlobes.

“Sorry, Mom,” said the woman's doctor as she placed a device and pressed it against her lower abdomen.

Pram and Kailla hear the doctor's description while staring at the black and white screen hanging on the wall. There's nothing Kailla understands.

“Sayang ..." call the spoiled Kailla, pull Pram to get closer to her. Forced Pram to bend and bring his ears close to Kailla's lips.

“Why?” whisik Pram's.

“I'm confused, I still don't see anything there. Like watching the world cup again being scrambled. Just black ants,” Kailla said annoyed. Sontak makes Pram.

How he was not upset, when the doctor explained to them, Pram nodded his head, a sign that the man understood what the doctor was circling on screen. He was like a fool, unable to see any sign of their baby there.

The doctor who heard Kailla's protest could only smile.

“This, Ms. .. baby,” said the doctor again explained. Kailla looked back at Pram. Her husband again nodded in a sign of understanding.”

“Already, later in the car .. I just asked him. Maybe I'm too stupid not to see my baby there,” Kailla said in her heart.

“The baby is healthy, Doc?” ask Pram.

“Healthy, Sir. The important thing is that his mother is not too tired, must get enough rest, eat nutritious food,” explained the Doctor.

Kaila pulls Pram's hand back, whispering something in her husband's ear.

“Tuh! Listen, right? Don't make me tired every night!” nagging Kailla.

***

Thank ye.

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