The President's Wife

Chapter 184: Meet me tonight

The pounding of the five-inch heels was heard echoing along the hospital corridor. Kaila with a tired face looks painstakingly dragging his feet to keep stepping. This day is not preoccupied with the problem of companies that are not chaotic. There is a lot of PR that must be completed so that the RD Group continues to run and is not destroyed in its hands. She could not imagine what would happen if until all the hard work of daddy and her husband were decades old, crushed in his hands in two months.

Those billions of numbers have been floating around in his brain since. Somehow it can get it to cover the losses of a fairly large company. Two months sitting at the highest peak of the RD Group, the company had to lose money because of the policies and projects it took without careful calculation.

“Sam, we'd better see my husband first,” Kailla's pinta slowly. At a time like this, complaining to Pram is the best way to share the problems it is carrying. For it is impossible to carry all the burdens and share them with the aged in-laws.

“Shortly Non.” Sam is still serious with a cell phone in hand while following in his employer's footsteps. Since then, the assistant was busy replying to messages with a complex maid who had just received her widow's title after divorcing her husband who was a security at the house of Mr. RT.

“How, Non?” The assistant again asked, after storing the phone into a pants pocket.

“We met my husband first, just to the doctor's place,” pinta Kailla, repeating.

“In front turn left, already Non.” Sam pointed the direction according to Bayu's instructions sent via chat.

With his shoulders squeezed Kailla was forced to agree. Has not prepared itself for the information to be conveyed by the doctor, who may not be wearing a heart. The company's problems are too heavy, Kailla has no place in her brain and heart to think about other problems.

Sam pushed slowly through the door of a white-painted room. Walk in, then let Kailla come in with him.

“Please, Non.” Sam whispered softly, almost inaudible.

The first sight Kailla saw was Bayu. The assistant looks relaxed on the sofa with a focus on the phone in hand.

“Bay, please contact Kailla. What time is it. I'm really worried about him.” The masculine voice that disappeared two months ago reverberated in Kailla's ears. Sam was smiling at the door, waiting for the reaction of Kailla, who was about to explode.

“Bay!” Pram half yelled after not getting a response. His assistant simply smiled looking towards the entrance. The body can be sick and weak, but Pram's voice has returned as usual.

After making sure her hearing was not wrong, Kailla ran in. The position of the gurney covered the bathroom, blocking Kailla's view, but the sound was real and indisputable.

“Sayang ..” Kailla's heart skipped a beat, racing with unstoppable footsteps. That voice, the one he had missed so much over the past two months. Present in every dream of the night, even when he woke up he could feel the sound of the sound I had in his ears.

She poured into her husband's arms with tears. Surprised this was not only Kailla's, Pram also felt the same shock.

“Honey, why is it taking so long sleep?” isak Kailla in a bent position and overtook Pram's body lying resignedly on the bed.

Pram was speechless, just frozen in place. The man was enjoying the scent of Kailla which he had almost forgotten. Enjoying a real touch that during his sleep is only present in an untouched shadow.

The hug loosened, Kailla untangled the winding of her hand on Pram's neck. “Sorry, did I hug you too tight?” kailla asked, seeing her husband grimace a little.

“No, I miss you, Kai. Don't cry anymore. I can't hold you tight yet, part of my body is still hard to move, ” explained Pram, pierced with a sharp pain when he saw the tears of Kailla who came down did not want to stop.

A sad look of regret and guilt emanated from the look of a male eye in the hospital's blue uniform. Trying to review the smile while obscuring the details of his wife's face. The cheeks were puffing, it seemed like Kailla's weight had risen by a dozen kilos since she last saw him in front of the fishmonger's stall.

The eye bags were clearly visible with tired gurgles that could not lie. Pram can read every curve of his wife's pretty face without having to ask.

“I love you, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara,” said Pram pulled the nape of Kailla, before anchoring a deep kiss on his wife's lips. Unconcerned with the two assistants glaring and hurriedly turning around.

The man with the infusion hose in his hand looked tired, but his shingles were too piled up. Sharing the taste through the kiss of the lips, replacing the two full moon they passed free. Both of them only realized when the door was closed, indicating that both of their assistants had left without sending an excuse.

“You okay?” kailla asked at the end of her prank, after taking off a hug. Repeatedly seeing Pram grimacing withstanding the pain, his heart was also pinched.

“Yes, I'm fine. My medicine is here. There's no reason for me not being okay.”

“Come Darling. Help me greet the children,” pinta Pram, ask Kailla to stand nearby. He wanted to touch and kiss his children. Painstakingly rolling over her almost eye-flavored body, Pram managed to kiss the distended stomach feelingfully.

Crying silently, Pram tears as he touches his children. His guilt and happiness fused together, forming a blob of feeling that was difficult to express in words. Pram minutes are just silent, stroking slowly Kailla's distended stomach which is much larger in size in normal baby pregnancy. At the age of five months, Kailla looks like a seven or nine month pregnant woman.

“They're fussy, Honey?” ask Pram slowly. Still at ease stroking and focusing on his wife's stomach.

“Sometimes, but not always. They are good daddy whiz-jagoan,” said Kailla, quite surprising Pram.

Pram averted his gaze, this time staring at Kailla. “Male?” ask Pram, make sure.

“Yes, like your prayers every night. They are the hotshot of daddy.” replied Kailla, smiling convincingly.

***

Kailla was helping massage Pram's numb legs, as his two acitents re-entered.

“Bay, what doctor said about my husband's leg?” kailla asked the assistant.

“It's okay, just need time for recovery. This case may take longer than the normal case, because Mr. Pram had been in a coma for two months. Automatically the other organs are also more rigid. Need exercise and therapy.” Bayu.

“Yang in the head?” kailla asked again, pointing at the bandage that was still wrapped around. He was more at the office. For the affairs of the hospital, Bayu knows better.

“That's okay, maybe a few more days can be removed.”

Kailla nodded and smiled. The pregnant woman stopped her massage.

“This was just earlier this afternoon released breathing apparatus. Mr. Pram's condition is very good. The development is fast, from the moment until now. There are already some tools that are released gradually. Nurses and doctors will monitor periodically,” explained Bayu.

“Only his body is still stiff and sickly. That's normal. The clash was so hard added by lying down two months without moving.”

“Ya, I understand.” Kailla smiled.

Happy is clearly visible, Pram's hands do not want to take off. Linking his fingers on his wife's leash. His view did not change even a bit. From the first time Kailla entered, Pram just kept staring at Kailla, not wanting a second to switch. As if he was afraid that his wife was missing from his sight.

“Non, Ibu Citra just contacted Sam,” story Bayu suddenly.

“Tonight Non stay here or go home? We need to find an excuse. Or want to be frank now?” ask Bayu.

“Don't now, tomorrow only. Mom's in shock. Tomorrow I'll explain slowly.”

During these two months, not only Pram and Kailla were separated. Bayu also had to give up time with his wife who was three months pregnant. Nighttime in the hospital. Bayu only returns home occasionally during the day, changing places with Ricko. The man was more in the hospital accompanying Pram than taking care of Kinar.

“Company me tonight.” Pram jerks Kailla softly, upon hearing Bayu's question.

“Hah!” Kailla is still not fully aware of what Pram means.

“Sleep here tonight. Accompany me. Let Bayu accompany his wife,” pinta Pram with his efficacy. His gaze was so heartbreakingly pleading with Kailla.

***

TB