The President's Wife

Chapter 154: We're Coming Home now

Pram drives his car at full speed. Kailla's shadow flashed repeatedly before her eyes. Even the scent of his wife was already smelled by him. The longing that rises, accumulating for this month, will be wreaked. She can't wait to hug Kailla and wipe her two babies.

The normal trip takes 40 minutes, but Pram can arrive at the hospital ten minutes sooner. He drives his car at above average speeds. I can't wait to see Kailla

Along the way, the car horn did not stop ringing. Pram asks for a path on other riders, not even rarely get a curse. Often have to step on the brake pedal suddenly, because it is too rushed and lack of focus, suddenly another vehicle appears in front of him.

Pram's black car has entered the hospital parking lot. The man parked his car carelessly, not where it should be. Pram can not wait anymore if you have to wait too long to find an empty parking lot. Rushing ran towards the room where Riadi Dirgantara was being treated.

Pram's breath hunts, with his chest rising and falling. At a young age no longer, he was forced into an impromptu sprinter. Race with time for his wife and children. Her footsteps froze instantly as she exited the elevator door, from a distance she saw Kailla sitting in front of Riadi's room accompanied by Sam's mother.

“Yes God, has my wife been there all along,” said Pram slowly. A look back at the simple life of an elderly couple.

“It is fitting that I feel that there is something when visiting there. Every look at both parents Sam there is a sense that is difficult to express,” murmured Pram in the heart.

As soon as the footsteps brought Pram closer. The man found his wife crying. I don't know what happened and made Kailla sit while hugging her growing belly.

“Kai..lla,” says Pram slowly. But the voice was still heard.

Sontak Kailla. The sad aura that had adorned Kailla's face changed into an aura of fear, like a thief that was caught by the masses.

“Sa.. the.” Kailla spoke with her feet. Though he had made sure and warned Donny not to tell Pram, but the assistant daddy was no longer willing to hear his orders. Choosing to be loyal to her husband.

Kailla was just about to get up from her seat, but Pram had already restrained her body with both hands. “I'm sorry,” said Pram first time.

I don't know what's sorry for, but Pram felt the need to use that phrase to calm down the threatened Kailla. The man immediately rested at Kailla's feet, begging his wife to hear his explanation.

“Dear listen to me. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but you should have heard first what I'm going to explain.”

Both of his hands were still tightly clasping Kailla's hands. The tears streaming down her wife's cheek made her even more regretful.

“I love you. You should know how much I feel about you. You should be able to see my heart. I would do anything for you, including forgetting my past to stay with you.”

“I'm not crazy. I can't hurt you and our son. These babies are also my babies, my flesh and blood. Don't you think, if I can't hurt you guys,” explained Pram, with a vibrating voice holding back the cries.

His hand was still rubbing Kailla's stomach which was much bigger than before. A month after they separated, the babies were getting bigger now. But Kailla was much thinner, her face a little pale and tyrannical.

“You don't eat well?” tanya Pram, look up. From his position of calm, he could clearly see Kailla's crying face.

“Hmmm??” pram asked in his murmur, finding Kailla who did not want to answer him.

Sam's mother who was sitting next to Kailla finally opened her voice. “Sorry Sir, Non Kailla is staying with us this month,” said. Doubtfully tell. Afraid that her employer would scold her and her husband for daring to hide Kailla.

“Iya, Mom. Thank you,” suhut Pram. Choosing doesn't prolong the problem at a time like this, but she has to interrogate Sam after everything is sorted out.

Pram's feelings are getting shapeless hearing Sam's Mother's answer. Imagine this month, the days that Kailla and her babies missed. Sleep in a narrow, hot place very far away with their comfortable room at home. Eating potluck, do not know the nutrients are fulfilled or not. Moreover, Kailla is pregnant with twins, which means it requires twice as much intake as normal pregnant women and certainly Kailla does not drink milk let alone vitamins. Given all that, the pain in Pram's heart increased many times over.

The hand that was used rubbed the stomach where the babies fell asleep, changed cupped a simple-looking tapered face without a sweep of powder. Framing while slowly peeling Kailla's forehead.

“I miss you, Kai. Why don't you talk to me?” pram asked, after all this time, just talk alone.

“I don't want to go home,” says Kailla slowly in the end.

“You don't trust me? I have to how new can believe?” pram asked, looking calm. Not a little emotional. At times like this, just talking a little loud Kailla would suspect him and trust him even more.

“What you heard in the ICU room is not true, Kai. Unlike that,” is clearly Pram, choosing to sit on the side of an empty chair. Ignoring the whereabouts of Mother Sam, who must have listened to their conversation. But she can't kick Sam's mother away, worried that Kailla is uncomfortable

“I..aku..actually just want to make daddy wake up as soon as possible. Have no purpose. Especially to hurt you. A little invisible, darling,” Pram's story.

With his right hand, he grabbed onto Kailla's shoulder, leaning on her. His left hand tightly gripped his wife's hand, as if to channel her pure feelings.

“We go home now yes. We're going home. Your assistants have missed you so much.”

Kailla shook her head. “I don't want to go home,” he said slowly.

“Ya. We'll go to the gynecologist then. I miss our baby and want to make sure they're getting smarter in here,” Pram again.

“Iya.” This time Kailla agreed. She wanted to see a doctor to make sure the baby was okay. Later the two became not fussy, Kailla became afraid of herself if something happened to the content.

“They are naughty?” ask Pram slowly.

Kailla.

Pram can only smile. His wife was stingy talking. If not, it must shake. Her tears have not stopped.

“Why are you still crying?” ask Pram again. Fixing his sitting position, facing towards his wife. Brave to sweep the clear liquid with the index tip.

“I beg you never to sign a letter from a doctor. I don't want daddy to go,” pinta Kailla, with a heartbreaking tone. As soon as he set foot into his daddy's room, he was immediately called by the doctor, telling him all about his daddy's problems. Kailla is of course in shock, until now still unable to accept the reality.

If he could, he wanted to go all the way from Pram. Her trust in her husband has not yet returned. But the condition of daddy needs more serious attention. If he continued to hide, he would not have the opportunity to meet daddy freely.

“Yes, I will not sign it. Already?” ask Pram.

“You moreover?” continued Pram.

TB

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Hi.Hai, since in the near future I have plans to finish one of my novels, I have already written a new novel. With the title Look at Me, My Husband

Please stop by. There are 4 chapters.

Thanks though.