The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 201. The End's

Pram came out of the toilet while carrying something in his hands. Looks like a nurse provided a container for Pram and took over. Then show it to the doctor.

After washing his hands and washing his face, Pram came out to meet Kailla.

“Honey, it's okay.” That's all Pram's lips said, the rest he chose to hug and kiss Kailla. Removing the tears that came down did not stop since.

“Sorry Sir, Mother miscarried,” explained the doctor standing behind her. Actually without the doctor saying it, Pram already knows clearly what happened to Kailla.

“Ya, Dok .. I understand,” sahut Pram turned around, trying hard. His eyes were red, glazed. With great difficulty he had to look strong in front of everything.

“I'm sorry, Sir. Next, I will do an examination. See if there is still a network left inside or not. That's what determines whether you should be locked up or not. Excuse me first,” says doctor.

Pram nagging.

“Sus, who was I able to take him home?” ask Pram. He could not leave her in the hospital. He will treat her properly. After all, his deceased child candidates were ever present in their lives.

“Good sir, later I will prepare it,” said the nurse.

***

Pram was already in the treatment room accompanying Kailla, after conducting a series of examinations. His wife was able to sleep peacefully.

“Sus, I'll take my wife. I have to go home for a while,” said Pram, peeling off Kailla's sleeping forehead.

“I love you,” whispered Pram in Kailla's ear. Swiping the innocent face that was now sleeping soundly.

Pram runs down to the parking lot looking for Sam who chooses to wait in the car.

“Sam, I brought my own car, please take care of Kailla. He was in the room Cendrawasih 5,” Pram orders, while carrying something in his hand.

“Ha! but ... Sir.” Sam hesitated, seeing for himself his current appearance. Just wearing a singlet and a sarong, barefoot.

Pram, who was already sitting on the steering wheel, looked at Sam from head to toe.

“Take the slippers in the trunk!” his orders pointed his thumbs toward the back of the car. He shook his head looking at Sam's current apparition.

“I'm Kailla. If he wakes up please tell him, I have to go home for a while,” explained Pram before closing the car door and leaving Sam who was still hugging the sheath cloth.

***

A week passed from the incident that made the couple shaken. This week Kailla won't talk. He just cried and kept hugging Pram. That night was like the night before. Kailla was crying again. At the beginning, she did not want to have a baby yet, but in the end she was the most shaken.

“Darling, forgive me ...” Kailla said. For the first time Kailla made a sound, after a week of silence.

“I haven't told you. I'm afraid you'll scold me. But after I thought, did my son leave because the dogs*an-dog*an forced me to drink booze the night of my kidnapping,” Kailla told me in tears. He's been holding this guilt for a week.

Pram was stunned to hear Kailla's honesty at this moment. “Why not tell me?” pram asked, rubbing Kailla's crying face with his hand.

“I'm not sure either, Honey,” said Kailla lowered her head.

“I will obliterate them like they obliterated our baby,” Pram said furiously. He sighed many times to calm his provoked emotions because of Kailla's words.

Pram tried to calm down in front of Kailla, but his heart was heating up at this moment. It was seen he grabbed a cell phone on the nightstand and contacted someone.

“Seret Andi wijaya to jail! The abduction of my wife and the murder of my mother-in-law!” pram's orders on his phone.

“I want him to rot in jail!” pram continued, before deciding on his call.

“Honey, what's up?” ask Kailla wonder.

“Don't ask much, don't need to find out many things. Let me clean it all up. Let me protect you. I will advance the first time to protect you from the cruel world,” said Pram.

“No need to think about many things, just love me. You understand?”

Kailla nodded, hugging Pram tightly.

“Darling, don't cry anymore. I'm still strong enough, if only to get you back. It's just not now, we'll program later. Until we are really ready to have it.”

“I want to make twins for you! You give birth only once. Feeling sick enough. We will program for it, hopefully my prayers are granted,” Pram smiled.

Kailla nodded. Smiling at her husband.

“Don't cry anymore. This is indeed a process that we have to go through,” said Pram, peeping his wife's forehead.

“I love you, love you so much,” whispered Kailla slowly.

“I don't have to say it anymore, you can feel what I feel like to you,” said Pram smiled.

“Sayang .. Can I go to college again?” ask Kailla in doubt.

“Yes, finish your lecture. But never forget your duty every morning and most importantly your duty every night,” replied Pram chuckling.

“Ah ... don't tease me,” said spoiled Kailla, hitting the chest of the Pram field.

“I'm not teasing you. I seriously. I want you every night,” said Pram laughs loosely.

***

Three weeks passed.

Kailla's back in college. This time he majored in interior design as he wanted, but that made him excited this time because Sam also attended college with him. His assistant was forced to take the same major just because Kailla forced him to.

“Sam, let's go to the office, yes!” his orders were on Sam who was walking behind him. They just got out of class and are now heading to the campus parking lot.

“Ke office again?” ask Sam wonder.

“Yes, I miss my husband,” Kailla smiled.

“Rindu continues, what is not bored, Non?” ask Sam suddenly.

“Bored to see Mr. Pram's face .. hehehe ..” says Sam, nosy.

“Sometimes, if he nags me .. get bored too.”

“She asked me to come, there is a new assistant for me. Bayu now controls my husband. So I got a new one again,” explained Kailla.

“I ... Non?” ask Sam.

“You're down! So driver now!” sahut Kailla nosy.

***

Arriving at the office, Stella had already welcomed the two with her sweet smile.

“Mistress, your new assistant looks amazing. Pak Pram until hesitant to hire him,” Stella.

“That's right, Ste?” kailla asked, hurriedly entering without waiting for Stella's answer again.

Chequek.

Sa ...” Kailla's tongue groaned at the back of the man sitting in front of Pram. The call of affection that is usually pinned on Pram, suddenly disappeared from his brain. His mind was increasingly unreasonable when he saw the face of the prospective assistant.

“Yes God, his good looks are like earth and sky compared to Sam!” inner Kailla.

Pram who kissed the bad gelagat from his wife immediately glared.

“Sa ..” Pram was just about to call Kailla, but his wife had already asked him to shut up by sticking an index finger to his lips.

“Ssttt ...”

“Hopefully we can cooperate!” kailla reached out her hand to the new assistant. Precede to her husband's decision.

“I Ricko ... uh ...” Ricko looked confused, grabbing Kailla's hand.

“Call me, Kailla,” Kailla said as if to understand the anxiety of the newly inaugurated assistant.

Pram increasingly glared at the mischievous behavior of his wife. Kaila did not consider her presence.

“Call him, Mistress! She's my wife!” cut the Pram, instantly pulled out Kailla's hand and took her sitting on the lap.

“Isssh ... Honey, why so shameless like this,” whispered Kailla grumbling in Pram's ear.

“You are embarrassing. Less handsome how else am I. Why should I glare at the man,” reply Pram.

“Ricko, can you come out for a minute?” pram Pinta.

“I have to discuss it with my wife,” Pram continued again.

“Yes, Sir,” said Ricko smilingly looking at the Madam.

“Ouch! Here's how you're jealous.” Kailla patted her forehead.

“How about every day he follows me here and there,” Kailla said again.

“Do I refuse?” pram seemed to think.

“Do not! All my age, I've never had a decent assistant. Just this time you gave me an assistant who was really an assistant, not so-japanes.” Kailla tries to persuade Pram.

“Pity too, anyway. He came all the way from Surabaya,” continued Pram.

“Remember! Don't let me catch your wet, look at it without blinking. You will be threatened not to continue your studies!” pram Ancam.

“You mean?” ask Kailla wonder.

“Looking at it once, you have to serve me once in bed!” pram said teasing Kailla.

“If a day I get you to look at him three times in a row, I will instantly impregnate you!” pram Ancam.

“What kind of rules is this?” grouse Kailla.

“Sam is no longer usable, at least this one can still be!”said Pram chuckling. Staring at the pouting face of Kailla.

“Already! I'm just kidding,” continued Pram.

“Cium me now,” command Pram.

Just now Kailla was about to kiss her husband's lips, but the cell phone on Pram's desk rang.

“Before, Darling, there is a message in.” Pram stopped Kailla, his hand immediately grabbed the phone and opened the message.

His eyes widened when he saw the message that Kinar had sent him. A photo of the DNA test results. Pram himself is too busy, has not checked email or contacted his man in Bali. So he didn't know that the DNA test results were out. These few weeks he's been too preoccupied with Kailla.

“Mother Citra is my birth mother,” Inner Pram.

Pram looked straight at Kailla. All the words of Andi and Ibu Citra were re-spinning in her brain. The woman sitting on her lap is the enemy of her family.

All of Mother Citra's serfdom and Kailla's miscarriages clustered into one, appearing again in her mind.

“I have to how now? Sandwiched between my own wife and mother.”

***

THE END

Season 2: WIFE OF THE PRESIDENT

Season 3: THE LOVE STORY OF PRAM AND KAILLA