The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 193. Rujak Fruit Brings Catastrophe

On the way, Kailla stared at the black and white photo in her hand without blinking. Rotated in all directions, still he did not understand the picture of what was there. There is no shape or shadow there.

“Honey, you understand see it.” Kaila asked the husband who was holding the steering wheel. He thrust the photo right in front of Pram.

“Hehehe .. no. I can't see anything either,” said Pram, telling the truth. The man was focused on driving.

“But why do you act as if you understand. Do you think if you nod like before, the doctor will admit your cleverness,” grumbled Kailla.

“At least I'm not as stupid as you are,” Pram joked, glancing at his sullen wife at a glance.

“Ah .. You always say I'm stupid. Then why do you want to marry this stupid me.” Kailla asked annoyedly, pursing her lips.

“To help Riadi Dirgantara. Repairing and saving his descendants. Haha ...” Pram's laughter broke when saying that sentence. He still had time to steal a look at his wife who was holding back anger and upset because of his words.

“Ah! Don't tease me,” grumbled Kailla, hitting Pram's arm closest to her.

“Ouch! Pain, Kai!” Pram responded to a tight blow to his arm.

“I'm serious, Kai. Just imagine if you married a man like Sam, it would be like what the descendants of Riadi Dirgantara next. Hahaha ...” Pram clear, back chuckling great.

Kailla did not reply, only grunting in annoyance. It appears that he is storing back pieces of USG photos into his wallet.

“Have ... I was just kidding. I married you because I love you. Hence, I am willing to take the responsibility of guarding and protecting you that Riadi gave me,” Pram explained after stopping his laughter.

“Honey, we stopped by Daddy's, yeah. I haven't visited him in a few days,” pinta Kailla, downcast sadly.

“Yes, I'm sorry for not allowing you to go to the hospital too often,” Pram said, linking her left hand fingers to Kailla's fingers.

“There was Donny and the nurse waiting at the hospital. If there is progress, they immediately tell us. You're pregnant too, Kai. Not good too long waiting there,” explained Pram.

“Ya,” sahut Kailla, understand her husband's intentions.

“Again, every time I go home from work I must stop by the hospital to see Daddy,” explained Pram. Pulling out Kailla's hand he held, peeling softly and within the back of his wife's palm.

Pram's car was seen driving into the hospital's courtyard. After getting a parking space, Pram took Kailla in while occasionally staring at his wife.

“Kai, you want to come with me office again or go straight home?” pram asked, as he walked down the corridor leading to the ICU room.

“I'll just come with you, yeah. I am tired of being alone at home,” answered Kailla, taking off her clutches on Pram, changing to hug her husband's burly arms while leaning his head spoiled.

“Ya, already. But I can't take long, yeah. At three in the afternoon I still have a meeting.” Prams explained.

Donny and nurse Riadi are having a conversation in front of the ICU room when Pram and Kailla approach him.

“Don, how's Daddy?” kaila asked, as she stood at the door of the room.

Donny, the assistant shook his head. A sign of nothing developing.

“Honey, I want to go in alone first, yes,” kailla pinta on her husband.

“Honey, please,” kailla's ink when putting Louis Vuitton's patterned brown bag into Pram's lap.

“Hei ...” call Pram, pull Kailla's hand suddenly to get closer to her.

“Don't cry in front of Daddy. Daddy could have heard all your complaints,” whispered Pram in Kailla's ear.

“Yes, I went in first,” Kailla said, after asking for permission from the nurse who was there.

When entering the room, as usual Daddy was still sleeping, not moving in the slightest. All that was heard was the sound of medical devices connected to the body of the daddy.

“Dad ...” call Kailla, with a vibrating voice holding back her current feelings. He was already willing to cry as soon as he heard the sound of medical devices that were simple and orderly.

“Dad, it's me Kailla. Daddy how are you today?” kaila asked starting to shed her tears. It was seen that he turned around trying to catch his breath again after wiping away the tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Dad, I just got home from the hospital. We just got home to see your grandson, Dad,” story Kailla, standing close while holding his daddy's hand.

“Dad, why not wake up? I'll do what if Daddy keeps sleeping. Is Daddy not tired?” kailla protest.

“Dad, later if I give birth, Daddy has to wake up. I don't want to, if Daddy isn't around,” Kailla's request. The tears fell back, unable to compromise.

After a story with Daddy, Kailla opted out. Too long inside, he would just cry continuously. Once outside, he doesn't find Pram.

“Pak Pram received a call there,” said Donny, referring to the end of the corridor.

“Oh ... has it been a long time?” ask Kailla curiously.

“Not yet, Non,” says Donny.

Kailla immediately searches for Pram's whereabouts at Donny's place. And sure enough, Pram was standing in an open space similar to a balcony. Kailla could not hear Pram's words clearly, but seeing Pram's face at this time seemed to be upset.

“Honey, why?” kailla asked suddenly, surprising Pram.

Immediately Pram turned around, still holding the phone in his ear.

“Sorry, later I will contact Mom again,” said Pram decided his call.

“What's up, honey? Already talked to his daddy?” tanya Pram, hugging Kailla's waist.

“Already. Let's go to the office now,” take Kailla.

After saying goodbye to Daddy, they returned to the office. Mood Pram is not too good, on the way he is more silent, not as usual.

“Honey, why?” ask Kailla, astonished. Her husband suddenly turned quiet, did not say much and disturbed her.

“I'm fine, Honey. Just a little tired,” replied Pram reasoned.

Actually Pram is upset. Just now Ibu Citra called her phone. The words of Ibu Citra were according to Pram very rude, as if he was indeed his biological son Mother Citra who was disobedient. Pram himself is not sure. Ibu Citra objected because Pram returned to Jakarta without telling him first, not saying goodbye as well.

According to Ibu Citra, Pram has been unfair to her and prefers to be on Riadi's side. But Pram has said that Riadi is in a coma and helpless now.

However, Ibu Citra instead spilled her vows of absorbency on Kailla and her baby. Although he did not say the oath was for the child in Kailla's womb. The swearing oath was addressed to all descendants of Riadi, indirectly the baby in the womb Kailla also included. I don't know what sin his in-laws did until Ibu Citra hated Riadi and his descendants so much.

“Honey, I want to eat that fruit,” kailla pinta suddenly, when their car passed through the cart of fruit vendors. His hand pointed towards the seller who was cutting fresh fruits. His mouth had swallowed the saliva, imagining how delicious the fruit with spicy peanut sauce.

“Which one, Honey?” pram asked, suddenly stopping his car. Causes a loud squeaking sound due to friction of car tires and asphalt. Not to mention the horn of the rider behind them who was nagging because Pram stopped unannounced first.

“Frank!” point at Kailla, turn her back. Because the position of the fruit seller has passed far back.

“But across it, dear,” obviously Kailla. His hands were still pointing in the direction he was referring to.

Kailla immediately pulled out her wallet and opened the car door. He had planned to run there, to buy a fruit that he suddenly wanted so much.

“Honey, where are you going?” pram asked, holding Kailla's hand, so as not to get out of the car.

“I'm going there. I beg ... allow me to buy it this time,” pinta Kailla whine, go back to gulp. The shadow of the fruit did not want to go from his brain. He is sure Pram will definitely refuse it again as usual for reasons of cleanliness and others.

“No. You can't go there. Let me go,” said Pram pulled Kailla back into the car. It looks like Pram took off his seatbelt.

“How to buy it?” pram asked, asking for Kailla's opinion.

“I want to come with you. I want to choose the fruit myself,” pinta Kailla. Looking at her husband, with a pleading gaze.

“No!” reject Pram.

“You wait here. I'll be right back,” said Pram. He gave no chance to his wife to argue.

“Don't follow, the streets are crowded,” pinta Pram half threatened, pointing his index finger at Kailla.

“Daddy's son wants to eat rujak, is it?” pram asked, smilingly looking at Kailla. He rubbed his wife's flat stomach before getting out of the car.

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To be continue

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