The President's Wife

Chapter 122: Kailla is treated

Pram drove the car quickly to the hospital that Bayu mentioned to him. Time and time again have to honk, asking for a path from another rider. The news of Kailla's pain was like slapping and resuscitating her.

“Shitttt!!” Pram hit the steering wheel of his car, upset when he had to get stuck at a red light. He's almost crazy now.

Her fear from the past month reached its peak when she heard the news of Kailla, The feeling of indecision and rainya during this month, was at the point where she finally chose to be a selfish man.

Forced Kailla to stay by his side, even though his wife refused or protested with all the rules he applied. Forcing Kailla to stay by his side even though Kailla loves or doesn't love her.

After all, he had been forced to do this for four years, taking off Kailla in the middle of the road was like throwing away four years of his struggle.

“Sorry, I remain a selfish man. Love me or not, I will try to keep you by my side. Aging with me,” Pram whispered confidently.

News of Kailla getting into the hospital, like slapping her. It will be the wrong decision he has made. Reminded of her duty to look after Kailla whom Riadi charged at her. Reminds him of the danger that could threaten Kailla at any time if she is not there.

Take out her phone in a hurry, seek her lawyer's contact. Share your comments with driving and the streets by contacting your lawyer.

Tone continued to be heard, Pram was impatient to talk to the lawyer he had left in the meeting room without saying goodbye.

“Pak, please cancel my lawsuit. Pull back my divorce application!” pram's orders, speaking to his cell phone as soon as the heavy voice of the lawyer pack emerged from the square flat object in his hand.

There was a little laugh from across the street.

“The trial is adjourned next week, but I try to convey it verbally first and after that I will make a written application to the court,” explained the lawyer, who happened to be chatting with the judge who was presiding over the course of his divorce trial.

“Try you convey directly to the one he, we happen to be chatting,” pinta lawyer who is enjoying his rest time with a judge who is none other than his own best friend, before continuing the next trial.

“How about Mr Reynaldi?” another heavy voice came from across. More relaxed and not as formal as before.

“I want to withdraw my divorce lawsuit,” explained Pram.

“Oh, no problem. The purpose of mediation is to reconcile and reunite couples who intend to separate. If there is peace outside this trial, I really appreciate it,” he explained.

“My lawyer will take care of everything. Thank you in advance Sir,” continued Pram before disconnecting his phone call. He can't be stale for too long. Kailla needs him more now.

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The two-door white car drove fast, entering the hospital courtyard. Pram immediately stopped his car right in front of the entrance of the hospital building.

His mind was in a state of chaos, imagining a sick and unconscious Kailla. Moreover, seeing it directly, do not imagine what he will do.

Pram soon appeared to get out of the car, still complete with his sunglasses. Staring nanar into the five-story high building, where his wife was treated.

In a hurry, ran into the hospital, looking for information to ask the location of the treatment room that Bayu meant.

“My wife is being treated at this hospital. Please tell me where the room is. The patient on behalf of Kailla Riadi Dirgantara, was treated in the room Cendrawasih 5.” said Pram took off his sunglasses, shortly after standing in front of hospital staff in blue uniforms.

“On the fifth floor. Get off the elevator, turn left. His room is in the row there, sir,” obviously the woman who is guarding the information section.

Without asking much, just saying thank you, Pram ran towards the elevator. Panic and worry are so domineering, it is unclear what exactly happened and befall Kailla. He needs to see Kailla soon.

When he found the room in question, Pram immediately pushed the door of the treatment room rough. Can't wait to see Kailla's condition with her own eyes, confirming Kailla's true state.

His heart was instantly sliced when he saw the scene inside the room. His wife fell asleep in the gurney, accompanied by Mother Ida. Bayu and Sam sit on the sofa. The three were shocked to see the incoming Pram suddenly.

“What happened?” ask Pram, walk over.

An infusion needle stuck in the back of Kailla's hand, making Pram frown, imagining a crying Kailla as the sharp needle pierced through the skin. Pram knew clearly, Kailla was afraid of needles and had trouble taking medicine since childhood.

“Non Kailla passed out in her room this morning,” said Ms. Ida. Surprised to see the condition of his employer, Pram is much thinner than usual. The man seemed to lose his weight as well, not much different from the condition of his wife.

The burly hand shook rubbing Kailla's deeply asleep face. Tracing the curves of a deathly pale face that was sealed in peace.

A warm kiss landed on Kailla's forehead. A loving kiss that longs for a month apart.

“Honey, I'm coming,” whispered Pram, in Kailla's ear. A kiss was again draped Pram on the cheek and rubbed it slowly with the back of his fingers.

Regrets burst out, guilt filled her chest and made her feel claustrophobic at Kailla's condition like this. Unimagined in the slightest, a Kailla so powerful would be this weak. So helpless as now.

“How can this be, Bu?” pram asked, pulling an empty chair. Sitting at Kaila's side, clutching her weak hands, helplessly rolled over the bed of the hospital. With his other hand, down the curve of Kailla's face, tidied the hair and tucked it behind his ear.

“Since Mr. Pram left, Non Kailla has more locked herself in the room,” Ibu Ida story.

“Daily just crying. Do not want to eat, do not want to go out of the room,” continued Ibu Ida.

Pram. Not even a bit of a thought, such a tough Kailla could turn this cry.

“Every day should be accompanied, spoken to. Even night sleep, must be accompanied. Non Kailla could not sleep, intermittently woke up and cried,” story Mother Ida.

“Why hasn't anyone contacted me and notified me?” ask Pram, wonder. Returning to stare at the helpless Kailla with a faint look. Still clutching his wife's hand tightly, playing the lentic fingers that fell and weakened.

“Initially Non Kailla was still looking for Mr. Pram, but when he found out Mr. Pram to Austria, Non Kailla did not allow us to contact or tell him his condition,” explained Ibu Ida.

“Kaillaaaaa,” said Pram slowly, whispering softly, peeping at the hand of Kailla he still held.

“Non Kailla's condition has gotten worse the last two weeks, when..” Mother Ida stopped talking. I hesitated to continue his sentence. Staring at Pram, then looking down.

“What does Kailla receive a subpoena?” ask Pram, investigate.

Mother Ida nodded. “Since then, Non Kailla's condition has dropped. Start nausea and vomiting, throughout the day, complaining of headaches and frequent back pain. Can't sleep, must be rubbed his back.”

“Non Kailla does not want to be taken to the doctor, persuaded also does not want. Started not eating at all. He said if you eat later vomit again,” Mother Ida story.

“Just want to drink orange juice,” continued Ibu Ida.

“Ya Lord.” Pram rubbed his own face with both hands.

Looking sadly at the face of Kailla who was now sleeping quietly. His regret is uncountable. If he can replay it, he wants to be able to repeat the story and Kailla who passed this month.

“Non Kailla seems pregnant, sir,” whispered Mother Ida, restrained. Since then, he had been willing to say it, trying to find the right time. However, since entering this room, there has been no explanation from the attending physician regarding Kailla's illness.

They were only asked and answered about the complaints of their employers. Although he had talked about his suspicions to the doctor who handled Kailla while on IGD. However, until now there has been no further explanation from the doctor, until the results of the blood test came out.

Pram surprised. Turning his gaze to Mother Ida, making sure again that she did not hear wrong.

“How do I know..” Pram can't finish his sentence. A nurse came in and asked about her whereabouts.

“Sorry, whose patient husband yes?” the nurse asked, looking one by one at the room.

“I Sus,” sahut Pram. Stand up, approach the nurse.

“Sorry sir, the results of the patient's blood test are out. He was asked to see a doctor in his room. To explain the condition of his mother in detail.

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To be continued

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