The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 200. Daddy Sincere

Tears continued to rush down her beautiful face, as hard as blood seeping down through her two legs.

“Sa ... the ... wake up!” call sniffling.

Her hands were trembling, covered in blood, shaking the body of her husband who was still asleep. His cry broke out after trying his hardest to call out to Pram.

“Honey!” kailla screamed with all her might. A heartbreaking scream while sobbing.

“Kai, you why?” pram asked in surprise to hear the screams of Kailla, who was currently standing next to him with a trembling body. Tears are flowing.

Kaila did not reply, but showed both her hands that were shaking full of bloodstains.

“Sayang ... You why, Darling?” pram's asking started to panic. Immediately got up and found Kailla who was standing just wearing a top. From the base of his thighs blood flowed through both of his legs towards the floor.

Pram surprised. Panicked and didn't know what to do. Only able to stare at the pitiful looking Kailla at this moment with a trembling, crying body and full of bloodstains on both hands.

It was seen that Pram managed to catch his breath many times, before finally running to find a sanitary pad. His wife had lost her mind, unable to think anymore.

“Kai, where are your sanitary pads?” tanyanya's trying to unload all of Kailla's drawers. Disassemble and remove the contents.

“Sayang ..." call Pram again. Trying to resuscitate Kailla.

There was no answer, Kailla just shook her head. The panicked pram ran downstairs calling the assistants. His screams boomed, shocking the entire house. Sam who first appeared in front of Pram, still with a face pillow complete with a cloth holster patterned Elephant box output sitting.

“We're going to the hospital, Kailla's bleeding,” Pram's orders, making Sam follow-up in a panic.

Sam immediately ran the ridge, searched the car keys and turned it on. He forgot his sandals, forgot his clothes were only wearing singlet and sarong.

Before long, Pram appears holding Kailla who has been wearing her sleeping pants back. Pram only had time to snatch his black jacket.

In the car Pram kept hugging Kailla, not letting his wife become weak.

“It's okay, don't worry,” said Pram, trying to calm Kailla who is silent a thousand languages.

“Don't cry anymore. It must be fine,” he said again.

Pram's hand rubbed Kailla's stomach continuously, whispering quietly there.

“Nak, it's Daddy. You're okay, right?” pram said while holding back the crying.

Don't ask how Pram feels right now. Scared, panicked and wanting to cry. Her feelings were not much different from Kailla's. Only, he tried to strengthen his heart and did not look weak in the face of Kailla, who needed his support at this moment.

“Sayang ..." call Pram to hug his wife tightly, kiss Kailla all over the face.

“Honey, I'm afraid,” whispered Kailla. Only now does his voice sound. He has chosen silence since.

“It's okay. Everything must be fine. Pray, Honey. Our son must be strong,” said Pram strengthen Kailla.

“I'm scared,” said Kailla sobbing.

***

Arriving at the hospital, Kailla went straight into the IGD room and was treated by a doctor and nurse.

“What's up, Sir?” ask doctor.

“My wife is suddenly bleeding,” replied Pram, squeezing both her hands. He could no longer afford to look at the squeezed Kailla lying on top of the hospital gurney.

The doctor looked at him doing an examination. Kailla, who used to protest a lot, now doesn't say much. Just shut up and surrender.

“Pak, I'll contact obgyn's doctor. Please wait,” explained the doctor.

Pram just nodded.

Before long, he also helped Kailla put on a bandage, then checked the blood pressure of Kailla who was lying in the gurney.

“Mistress just fell asleep, yeah. Conditions like this should be bedrest,” explained the nurse, after tidying everything up

“Tension is a little low, but still good. Just a minute, sir. The doctor will be here later,” continued the nurse.

“It's okay, Honey. All must be well,” entertain Pram, hugging tightly his wife.

“What really happened, Kai?” ask Pram, pull up a chair. Sitting next to the gurney, clutching Kailla's hand.

Kailla. “I don't know, Honey,” sahut Kailla, teary-eyed.

“Suddenly wake up, my stomach is already bad. Feels there is liquid coming out,” said Kailla.

“Now still hurts?” ask Pram again.

“Slight ... instead of being sick once.”

“It's okay. My son must be strong here,” said Pram, stroking back Kailla's stomach.

“Sick, Honey,” complains Kailla grimaced.

“Honey, the doctor is still a long time?” kailla asked, her voice getting weaker, her tears flowing more and more.

“Honey, why? Pain again his stomach?” pram asked gently, still trying to calm his wife.

Kailla nodded.

“Wait a minute, I asked the nurse first,” said Pram.

“Darling, do not go far,” pinta Kailla with the pot, do not want to take off Pram's hand at all.

“Yes, I want to ask the nurse in front,” said Pram smiled.

Before long, he was back. "Attep, Kai. Doctor SpOG who used to handle you is heading here,” Pram explained soothe.

Pram knows himself enough, it's midnight right now. There must be only a guard doctor on duty at the hospital.

“Honey, why?” pram asked, pulling back the chair closer to the gurney. Looking at Kailla who was curling up and squeezing her stomach.

“Sickness, Dear .. The pain is getting worse,” Kailla replied, grabbing Pram's hand and guiding her husband's hand to stroke her stomach.

“Iya, patience yes.” Pram's heart was sliced, looking at Kailla's pale lips, tears flowing continuously. Not to mention his wife's cold hand. Either out of fear or holding back his cries. Occasionally Kailla grimaced.

“All will be fine,” said Pram softly. He put his head on top of the gurney right in Kailla's stomach. His hands were constantly rubbing there, whispering and speaking softly to his son.

I don't know how long it's been waiting, it feels like time is going so slow. Kailla's stomach felt increasingly wrapped and sick. Pain that is difficult to express, between heartburn and pain fused. His lips are turning more pale.

“Honey, I want to go to the toilet,” pinta Kailla, feel her stomach that increasingly can not be compromised.

“My stomach is getting worse,” Kailla's pinta is weak.

“Shortly,” says Pram. With one hand inserted under both knees, the other holding his wife's back, Pram chose to hold Kailla and take her to the toilet.

“Honey, you can go out,” pinta Kailla. It felt like a BAB and there was no way he would ask Pram to wait for him inside the toilet.

“I'm waiting outside. The toilet door is not locked,” pinta Pram, not quiet.

A few minutes waiting outside, there were cries mixed with cries from inside the toilet. Pram panicked, lunged inside. The scream was heartbreaking, Pram worried about Kailla. The nurse followed behind Pram after hearing Kailla's hysterical voice.

The sight that Pram first saw and for life is impossible to forget.

Kailla stood trembling, with blood filling the toilet floor. Red blood mixed with blackened blood. To Pram's surprise, there was also a piece of flesh mixed with blood with a size not too big near the feet of Kailla standing.

Instantly when the blood fishy gushed in Pram's olfactory, he had to calm his wife who was currently standing with a frightened face wearing only a superior.

“Mother looks like a miscarriage,” said the frantic nurse, running out calling the doctor.

Pram had to take pains to step into the toilet, so as not to step on the blood that filled the floor. Quickly, Pram grabs a tissue, cleans both feet and************** Kailla is still getting bloodstains and helps her put her pants on again.

Pram had to carry her back, Kailla was no longer able to walk let alone make a sound. Just crying and hugging her stomach that was not too painful.

Just as she was dropping Kailla down on the gurney, the nurse came in with the SpOg doctor they had met yesterday.

“Sorry Sir is late. My home is quite far from the hospital,” he said trying to smile. The doctor had already caught a glimpse of the condition of the bathroom floor.

“It's okay. I'll check on Mom for a minute, yes,” said the doctor comforted Kailla.

“Iya ...” sahut Pram tightly gripped the hand of Kailla who was still crying without sound.

Pram also felt the same feeling. He was quite clear what they had experienced a few minutes ago. And she couldn't have cried in front of Kailla. He had to be strong to calm his wife. This is their grief together. What went was the fruit of both of them.

The nurse is seen calling a helper to help clean the toilet floor, but just as the helper is about to step in, Pram has her in custody.

“Pak, please allow me to clean it,” pinta Pram.

“Honey, I went to the toilet for a while,” said Pram, peeling Kailla's forehead, trying to calm his wife who had just experienced a terrible event in her life.

Arriving inside the toilet, Pram closed the toilet door. And there he cried, without a sound. Pram can clearly see their dead baby. Without feeling disgusted, he cleaned and doused it with water. The floor that had been flushed, had returned to how it was.

Just left, something Pram was sure it was her baby. His trembling hands lifted the piece that still smelled of blood fishy, grayish-white in color. Like there are bluish veins in it, not shaped, but Pram sure it's their dead child candidate.

“I'm sorry Daddy can't take care of you,” isak Pram slowly, crying. He tried not to cry, but his tears kept coming out.

“Daddy sincere. Thank you for filling our days for these three months.” Pram whispered softly.

***

Thank ye. Love you all.