The President's Wife

Chapter 193: Sorry

Sam was still pacing around waiting outside the clinic with Donny, when Pram arrived at the office with two elbow crutches at once. Aided by Bayu, the Group's RD President rushed to the spot where his wife lay unconscious. The third floor of the office building, which is almost two months away from being tracked, is the goal.

Panic, worry, fear of all that fusing. Pram's crazy as soon as he gets word from Sam. Slipping her prayers every step of the way, may Kailla and their baby be fine. Forgetting all the pain, ignoring his physical condition, forgetting all the company's problems. What was on his mind at the moment was Kailla and her content. His wife and children.

Rampaging in the hospital, when permission never goes out. The man, who will soon be 45 years old, could not help but be patient, if asked to wait for the permission of the doctor who treated him.

“Fuck with all these procedures! I will stay out with or without permission! I am ready to take the risk!” Pram kicked down the nurse's desk, shouting loudly. Some women dressed in white, shrieked. Hiding their fears by looking down.

“Sorry, Sir.”

Patients who just woke up from a coma, even walking alone is not perfect, but can vent anger so terrible. Eyes reddened with hardened jawline, veins in the left and right temples, the girl in white uniform was unable to prevent. Letting Pram go, without daring to head off.

Bayu, that assistant certainly can't do anything. Want to be sick or healthy, when the wrath of a Pratama Reynaldi remains terrible. As of now, he's like a buffalo shuffled by his nose. Unable to stop Pram's limping footsteps. Down the corridor with a creepy look, enduring the pain.

Bayu knows, Pram is holding back pain in his right leg. It was obvious, often Pram frowned at every foot on the floor. The sweat thread on the Pram temple can't lie if the mature man's lips want to twitch.

“SAM!!” screams from the distance.

Sam and Donny immediately turned around, to look resignedly at the owner of the voice that was releasing anger. It explodes without being prevented. Sam was wrong, couldn't keep Kailla well. For that, he was prepared to accept all the consequences.

“Ma .. af Pak.” Sam stammered. When the distance is a few meters. The assistant was getting down. Not daring to raise your head. Kailla's problem will definitely be left to her, not Donny. Because Pram only entrusted Kailla to him.

“What happened?” Pram stands upright with crutches holding on both his elbows.

“This tiger can even stand upright. Your fate lives in line Sam. Finish your history, Sam!”

“SAM!!” pram shouted, making the assistant stand up trembling.

“Sorry Sir, I was negligent.”

“Non Kailla busy day meeting until .. no time to is .. rest,” said. Peering with a look of fear.

“What's your day's work? You should have persuaded Kailla. You know what I hired you for?”

“Ma .. af, Pak.”

“I hired you to accompany Kailla, reminding her of the little things she often forgets. You're not just an assistant to Kailla. You're Kailla's best friend, already considered family. You should know your position is different than others!”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Something happened to Kailla and its contents. I'll make the calculation with you!” Pram stared hard. The eyeballs were slicing, ready to tear Sam's body apart.

Rushing towards the door, Bayu immediately helped. Once the white door opened, Pram could see the woman who owned half her life was lying on a gurney, accompanied by two nurses who were hired by a special company to guard the clinic.

“What happened?” ask Pram, step inside. The net was fixed on the pregnant woman lying comfortably on top of the gurney.

“Just exhausted, sir,” said the nurse, gently rubbing the palms of patients who are still unconscious.

“Bay, seat please. My leg hurts.” Pram gave the order. Slightly softened after seeing for himself the woman. At this moment, he could only feel the pulse and pain converge, gathering in his right leg.

Too long used to walk, Pram gives up. Chose to sit down and rest, after making sure Kailla was okay.

“Contact?” pram asked again, turning to look at one of the nurses.

“It seems like no problem. Just a tiredness, low tension,” said the nurse.

That terrifying aura slowly evaporated and disappeared. Calmness begins to envelop as the heart rate returns to normal. Pram was able to calm down after making sure with his own eyes that Kailla was fine. The hand gently rubbed the protruding belly, where the babies slept quietly and comfortably.

“You know, Kai. You almost made my heart stop beating,” Pram whispered, grabbed Kailla's hand and held her tightly.

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Half an hour passed, Pram was still sitting comfortably leaning against the plastic chair, right next to the gurney. His eyes fixed, as his fingers played, tickling the beautiful face of Kailla.

Keep going, of course, kailla is disturbed. Those beautiful eyes opened slowly, responding to the pungent aroma of eucalyptus oil filling his olfactory sense cavity. Kailla, who is not fully aware of her condition, looks to blink several times. Staring at the bright white ceiling.

“Haus ...” is moving slowly. His head was throbbing, it felt like the world was still spinning. Previously darkened, a ray of light made his head more dizzy.

“Sayang ... have you woken up?” Pram pulled his chair closer, so as to freely look at the pale face of his wife. Nearly thirty minutes of sitting still, staring at the slumbering Kaila, the mother of her children finally woke up as well.

“Honey, where am I?” kailla asked in a hoarse voice, momentarily noticing her male presence.

“You fainted in the meeting room. Now still in clinic RD Group.”

Massaging her two temples, Kailla was still trying to recollect her memories before falling down. The tight shadow he had been through since morning turned back, until the last meeting before his body betrayed him.

“Sayang ..” Sayup heard Pram's quiet voice. So close, so soft, so warm. Pouring a bottle of mineral water the rest of the sip, half of the contents already inhabited the stomach of the mature man.

Deg —'s

The pregnant woman suddenly sat up. Forcing his weak body upright. Everything came back clear, the company's dismay as well as his decision to accept Anita's offer. Everything has gathered.

Panicked, making him accidentally nudge a bottle of mineral that the contents spilled on his own clothes. It was there that Kailla realized her husband was sitting next to her. Yes, Pram came to the office and sat down next to him.

Frightened, nervous and a lot of feeling gathered into one, Kailla bowed. “Sorry,” is barely audible.

“It's okay.” Pram too seriously rubbed the wet part of Kailla's stomach with a handkerchief. Too focused on the wet dress spilled mineral water to not realize the change in the face of Kailla who now harbors fear.

“Sayang ..” Pram raised his gaze, Kailla looked at him nervously.

“What's up? You guys okay?” ask Pram again.

Kailla nodded, still staring. Rona was panicked and afraid it was evident in the clear.

“What's up, Kai? Is anyone sick?” pram asked again, rubbing Kailla's stomach gently.

“Ti-no .. I ... I'm okay.” Kaila worries that Pram knows what he has been trying to hide.

“Kai ... Are you okay?” Returning to ask, Pram tidied up the mane that was scattered to cover Kailla's face, tucking the strands of black hair behind Kailla's earlobe.

“Ya ... I'm fine.”

“No, you're not okay. Tell me frankly, how you feel. Is anyone sick? Our baby is okay?” todong Pram, urge Kailla.

“Ya, we are fine.” Kailla took a deep breath, exhaling it.

“Yakin?” Pram asked. Convinced something is felt by Kailla, and does not want to be known by her.

“Say where it hurts? I promise I won't scold you. Tell me what happened to you, where's the pain? Where is it not good?” Pram rubbed Kailla's stomach with full tenderness.

“Sorry ...” Kailla got off the gurney with a limp body. Hugging Pram in his sitting position.

“Sorry ... I destroyed everything,”. His eyelids are heating up, the crystallized liquid is ready to slide down.

“What's up, Kai? What's the matter? Why apologize?” Confused pram.

“I ... I .. destroy your hard work, dear. I made your company bankrupt.” Kailla said honestly finally, after a long cover up.

Not angry, Pram chuckled. Destroying the fear stored in Kailla's mind all this time.

“Sayang ..” Kailla took off a hug, staring at Pram's happy hue. Unlike her estimation, she suspects Pram will be furious with her.

“Why? What have you destroyed?” Pram smiled, pulling Kailla sitting on her lap.

“Sit on the left, Darling.” Pram patted his left thigh.

“Business is like this. If it is not profitable, it means loss. Why be afraid of loss. There is hope in other projects. Afraid of making you unable to step forward,” explained Pram, pinching the tip of his wife's nose.

Kailla.

“Why?” Pram chuckled, looking at his wife's expression.

“You're not angry?” Kailla.

Pram. “No. I who many years in this field, can still miscalculate.”

“The money is not a little, the company is experiencing financial difficulties.” Kailla bluntly.

“Hahaha ... Your husband's safe is still full, your husband's savings are still many numbers, your husband's assets can still be sold. What are you afraid of?”

Kailla clasped Pram's neck with a smile full of relief.

“Until we have nothing, we still have assets in your bedroom closet. If one closet is sold all, can build a company. What are you afraid of, Kai.” Pram continued.

Kailla's eyes almost jumped out. “I don't want those bags for sale!” great-grandson Kailla.

“So, you'd rather sell me to Anita. I see, Kai?” todong Pram, sneaky smile.

***

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