The President's Wife

Chapter 155: You can shoot it in my head.

"We're going to the doctor now?" take Pram, grab Kailla's hand.

"Mom's coming?" pinta Kailla on Pram.

Pram, who had been walking in front of her while clasping Kailla's hand, stopped his excited footsteps. He looked back at Kailla with a smile.

"Kai, you don't believe me?" tanya Pram tried to be soft. His wife is losing faith in him. It takes time and effort to get everything back. His words are indeed too late if only heard. Without knowing the reason behind it.

Kailla. This month he thought a lot. Maybe Pram won't really hurt her for the sake of their baby, but one day Pram might change his mind when his children are born.

Pram is bound to have a blood relationship with his babies but not with him. In fact they are both other people who are only bound by marriage. Especially considering the cruelty of his daddy, it felt natural that the man was vengeful for him and daddy.

Seeing Kailla mute, Pram opened his voice. "Yes, I can come."

The hand grip was getting tight, Pram chose not to drive himself. She wants to hug Kailla all the way to the obstetrician who is different hospital to where Riadi is being treated.

"Kai, still nauseous and vomiting?" pram asked as they sat in the back seat of the car. Sam was holding the wheel with his mother sitting next to him.

"It's rare to see Non Kailla vomiting, sir." Sam's mother replied. After a long wait, Kailla remained silent.

"Thank God."

Pram held her and hugged her tightly. Such a warm hug after a month the two were separated. Kiss after kiss on Pram. His hands continued to stroke Kailla's enlarged stomach. As if to tell his children that his daddy is near them.

"Your stomach is still cramping?" ask Pram again.

"Sometimes," Kailla said slowly.

"From now on I'll help you massage her, wipe her if you feel uncomfortable" Pram said. His hands tidied up the fallen strands of hair covering part of Kailla's face, rubbing her slowly and pinning her behind the earlobe.

"Mom missed you. Mama would be happy to hear that. Want to talk to mama?" tawar Pram's.

"Later on."

On the rest of the journey Pram chose silence. It was free to talk, but Kailla did not want to answer. The man prefers to spoil his wife. Hugging, crouching and even giving a kiss.

Until entering the hospital and waiting for the queue, Pram was not willing to take off. The fingers are still touching each other.

"Kai, from now on eat a lot. Tell me, what do you want to eat. What to buy. What to put into.” Pram strafed Kailla, after accompanying Kailla weighing. His wife did not get fat, even down 3 kg. His blood pressure was very low.

"Don't be afraid. Just tell me what to eat. I will definitely find it for you" Pram assured.

"Yes." Yeah."

Before long, Kailla's name was called. The two walked into the doctor's office.

How happy Pram when he saw the white speckled black screen that moves when doing ultrasound.

"Dear fruit of our love" whispered Pram in Kailla's ear. His hand was still clutching with a view not separated from the screen. The day crept in, filling the emptiness of his heart that had been felt since Kailla left. Wanted to cry when he saw the heartbeat of his two hearts racing fast. There was a lot of gratitude to God for taking care of her two babies and Kailla.

"Both are healthy" the doctor explained.

"What complaints, Mom?" ask the doctor, still rummaging through Kailla's lower abdomen with an ultrasound device.

"There is no Doc. Only frequent shortness of breath, if the night is difficult to sleep. Frequent lumbago, "kaila's story.

"That's normal, the closer the birth day will be the more the complaint." Doctor explained.

Hearing Kailla's complaint, Pram directly bowed his head, whispering back into his wife's ear.

"I'm sorry, honey," said Pram with teary eyes.

Kailla turned her eyes, who had been focused on the screen now face to face with Pram.

The man's lips curled upwards, adding good looks in his ripe age.

"I love you." Pram stared intently at the bead of Kailla's eyes up close, saying the word love without sound, just through the motion of the lips alone.

This time Kailla smiled slightly, but for Pram that smile meant a lot.

"Most importantly his mother must stay healthy, enough nutritional intake, should not be stressed, just enjoyed."

"That's an effect on the babies" continued the doctor.

Both nod.

Doctor shakes. "We'll see next month."

The doctor had already returned to his seat, crossing out something in the memo that would later be passed on to the pharmacist.

The nurse was just about to remove the gel that soiled Kailla's stomach with a tissue, but Pram took over.

"Let me, Sus," Pinta Pram, rubbed Kailla's stomach with a smile. Had not taken care of Kailla for a long time, he had missed being bothered by his naughty wife.

"It's my dear." Pram took down the shirt his wife was wearing, then helped Kailla get up from her sleeping position.

***

Out of the doctor's room, the two were greeted by Sam and his mother.

"Honey, go home, yeah," Pram took, clutching Kailla's shoulder.

"I don't want to" Kailla refused.

"If you don't want to go home, where are you going?"

"I want to go back to Pondok Indah" said Kailla.

"Well, but sleep inside the house, yeah. I will ask Ms. Sari to accompany you there" Pram said, giving her consent.

Kailla nodded.

"alright. Wait, I'll make up for your vitamins first, Kai."

Before long, the car that Sam was driving finally returned to Riadi's house. Luckily, today the streets are not too crowded, so it is not too long to spend time on the road.

***

That night, Pram also stayed overnight. He could no longer leave Kailla alone. It's up to Kaila not to room with him, the important thing is that he has to make sure his wife and his gynecologist are okay. Had Kailla asked him to sleep at the security post would have done what was important Kailla was happy.

After she finished eating, Kailla decided to return to her room. Sari's mother, who was asked to accompany Kailla, was seen cleaning the dining table.

"Mom, please make Kailla some milk. It ate very little" Pram ordered. The man stood with his hands folded on his chest, waiting for Sari to prepare milk for him.

"It's Sir." Before long Ibu Sari had offered a glass of milk.

"What else is it, sir?"

"It has. Mom can sleep. I'll take care of Kailla" said Pram, rushing to her room.

As soon as he opened the door of his room, Pram was presented with a view that was so soothing. Kailla who was sitting was leaning against a pile of pillows, stroking her stomach.

"Your stomach hurts, Kai?" tanya Pram, put a glass of milk on the nightstand. Then sit on the bedside.

“No.”

“Drink your milk, darling. Are they fussy?" ask Pram?" Follow rubbing Kailla's stomach. Realizing his wife did not rebel, Pram ventured to kiss while talking to his twin.

“Kailla.

"Kids daddy, you know. daddy misses you," said Pram, smiling at Kailla.

"You guys miss daddy?" ask Pram slowly

Silent. Both Kailla and Pram don't talk to each other. The two only stole the occasional glances and were preoccupied with their respective minds.

"Don't you miss me, Kai?" pram asked, breaking the silence, after a long silence. Staring fixed bead black eyes that began to glaze over.

“Hey, why cry, mommy?” pram asked, when the crystallized grains were shed. Falling unstoppable wetting the tapered cheeks. Both of his hands had already pulled out Kailla's body, laying her in the arms.

“You can hear my heartbeat, Kai? Can you feel my breath?” pram asked, tightening his embrace.

“This heart is still beating because of you, this breath is still there because of you. Don't go again, stay by my side. I'm not gonna hurt you. Trust me,” whispered Pram slowly, rubbing Kailla's hair and dipping it in.

“In that nightstand drawer is my gun. If you feel I'm threatening your life, you can shoot it in my head at any moment, but never leave me again,” said Pram slowly, still trying to convince Kailla.

***

TB