The President's Wife

Chapter 128: My wife is pregnant

After a long and fraught debate, the two finally relented. Both Pram and Kailla lower their respective egos after finding no common ground.

“Give me time to find a way out to fulfill your wish. I promise, not for long. Don't try to climb without me,” threatened Pram, opened the car door and pulled down Kailla from the car.

“I have to go to the office. I try to go home quickly,” pamit Pram, kiss Kailla's forehead pecking. Kaila was worried, either accepting or refusing her husband's sweet treatment this morning.

Accepting because if to be honest, she also misses her husband's touch. Refusing because of his heartache a month was left behind especially when she was pregnant had not fully healed.

“Yes, this is how the drama ends. Not exciting at all!” muttered Sam.

The assistant has since been sitting crouching on the sidelines, watching the debate beat the debate show on tv. Hope there will be an exciting ending like thump-thumping or cross each other's waist with sharp slicing eyes from each other.

However, his expectations were too high. The married couple in front of him chose the truce for a while. Peace for the moment.

“At least this is better, than they silence each other,” Sam mutters, smile back.

Pram just turned back, about to go back home. However, the corner of her eye caught Kailla's squatting movements and closed her mouth suddenly.

“Why Kai?” pram asked, coming back, crouching in front of Kailla. Looks like his wife is holding back nausea, shutting her mouth tight. The movements of Kailla's body that tried to hold her stomach contents did not spill out clearly visible.

Pram's sense of smell also strikes, sniffing the scent that might make the stomach of Kailla inhabited by babies not accept, rebel and demonstrate in there.

The smell of fried fish from inside the house burst out, filling the courtyard of the house. “You can't smell this?” ask Pram. For the first time to face the fussiness of Kailla in her twin pregnancy.

Kailla did not reply, busy holding back her entrails did not spurt out. This morning he had already finished his first vomiting agenda upon waking up and now had to feel fatigue and pain again as the contents of the stomach that were even just clear liquid forced out.

Pram quite understand, the habit of Kailla to circulate her scent during her first pregnancy, making the man immediately unbutton her shirt in a hurry. Raising Kailla's body to hold a little cat in her arms, enjoying her body scents, sweat and expensive perfumes mixed perfectly.

A few seconds of silence, the gentle rubbing on his back calmed the wife who was struggling against the stir in her stomach.

“Have you improved?” ask soft pram.

A small nod, but the calm does not last long. Kailla's tummy churned unstoppably, spilling her entrails on Pram's body. Scattering repeatedly, only stopped when there was nothing left in his stomach.

Pram was stunned, frozen in place enjoying the liquid Kailla spewed seeping her shirt and inner t-shirt. Swiping into her breast skin.

“Sorry..” whispered Kailla slowly.

“Iya, it's much better now?” ask Pram, make sure.

Kailla nodded.

“Log in, cleanse your body. I have to take advantage of your vomit marks,” Pram smiled at his wet shirt.

Sam, who was still watching the show, held his laugh when he saw Pram hit by Kailla's bursts.

“Your sweat is not as good as it used to be sir,” whispered Sam, smelling a smile.

***

After Kailla left, Sam is still following where Pram stepped according to instructions. The man was cleaning his clothes that his wife had vomited in the backyard.

“Sam, as long as I'm in the office, please take good care of Kailla,” Pram's orders. The man was wearing a white T-shirt, cleaning his shirt under the tap water. His hands rubbed the shirt, his lips gave the order.

“Yes Sir,” says Sam, standing behind Pram. Watch what his boss does.

“Just don't leave him alone. Each accompanied him out always alone with Bayu or Ricko. I'm worried. I don't want to fail to look after him like four years ago,” continued Pram, wagging his wet shirt.

“Good Sir.”

“Please follow all her requests while not harming her and our babies. Let her be comfortable with her pregnancy. I don't want her crying and being depressed anymore,” Pram explained.

“By the way, thanks for taking care of it for me, as long as I'm gone,”

“Oh yes Sam, it looks like Kailla can't smell the fishy scent of fish. For a while, ask Mother Ida and Ibu Sari not to cook a fish-based menu again at home. Remove all fish from the refrigerator. Just give it to the one you want or you can take it to your parents.”

“If you want, please eat out. From now on, don't cook fish. In your home or in your home. Please convey to all assistants who live here,” continued Pram.

The man was already sitting with his legs bent with his hands clenched over his lap. Looking bright, her brain was thinking what to do for the next 9 months to face Kailla's pregnancy.

His looks are so radiated with a simple look. A white singlet t-shirt with wet hair makes Pram look sexy at the age of four heads, towards half a century. It looks like Pram sighed, trying to pull out the burden that was in his heart.

“Sam, I don't feel good. Like there's something bad going on with Kailla, but I don't know what. Hopefully only my trauma because of the miscarriage first.”

“I'll take good care of Non Kailla, Sir,” promise Sam.

“Yes, if Kailla wants to go out, just follow. Always report to me, everything Kailla did,” pinta Pram, rubbing her wet hair.

Sam seemed to hesitate. With her grim face, the assistant whispered. “Pak, uh.if Non Kailla wants to hug another man who is much younger and handsome than the father on the grounds of cravings, I have to how?” sam asked nosyly, holding back a laugh as Pram raised his head and looked at him cynically.

“I'll kill you if that happens!” grunts Pram.

***

That afternoon, Pram's car was seen entering the yard of Ms. Citra's house. He hadn't stopped by his mother's house in a long time. Almost a month more did not visit, just communicate and ask news through mobile phones. Even Pram hasn't told his mother about Kailla's pregnancy.

“Mana mom?” pram asked Kinar while putting his sports car keys in his pants pocket. The man stepped inside the house without permission as soon as Kinar opened the door.

“Lunchtime, Mas,” says Kinar, smile. Let Pram join in.

Pram waltzed in, greeted his mother while hugging the body of Ms Citra who looked much healthier than a month ago.

“Ma, how are you?” pram asked, after taking off his embrace.

Plakk!

A powerful punch landed on Pram's shoulder complete with an irritated grunt coming out of Mom Citra's lips. Kinar who had sat back down, only stared at the familiarity of the mother and child while silently admiring Pram's good looks.

“Stay handsome as usual, although a little skinny,” Inner Kinar, staring with sparkling eyes.

“I'm busy, Ma. I've been doing a lot of work lately. And I also just returned from Austria,” explained Pram.

“This is all I just stopped by for a while. After lunch hour is over, I have to go back to the office, there is still a meeting,” continued Pram.

“Gosh. You didn't tell mom. Kailla's coming to Austria?” ask Mother Citra. Shown was the face of his daughter-in-law who was buying branded bags without inviting him. He felt cheated by his son and daughter-in-law at this moment.

Pram did not reply, only smiling as if he agreed.

“Ah.. Kailla's missing once. Not once did he contact me,” grumbled Mother Citra annoyed.

“In Austria to work, not have fun. Mama must stay healthy, later if I have free time, we will take you around the world,” Pram persuaded.

“I'm sorry Kailla, lately she can't contact mama often. If you want, you can contact her. Kailla must be really happy.”

Mother Citra nodded and smiled. “Tell Kailla, mom wants to take her shopping for a bag,” said Ibu Citra, glancing at Kinar who quietly listened to the chat.

Ibu Citra is unlikely to invite Kinar for this hidden hobby. Kinar doesn't understand branded items, the girl knows more about kitchen spices. Different from her daughter-in-law Kailla.

“Mama don't make Kailla tired. My wife was pregnant with our twin babies,” Pram smiled, looking at Kinar and his mother with happy twinkles.

***

To be continued

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