The President's Wife

Chapter 195: Surprise at the end of the story

Morning at the Reynaldi Pratama residence.

After a long time in the hospital, finally this morning Pram can wake up in the soft bed of his bedroom. There was a long debate with the hospital, where the man should have been allowed to go home the next day, but Pram urged him to go home that night.

And this morning, here comes Pram. Cuddle with his wife. Opening your eyes is greeted with the pounding of the beach waves and the breeze of the bay cools.

“Mom, are you awake?” pram asked, the man still did not want to take off the hook on the swollen body of his wife. Eyes closed again, enjoying the feminine scent in his arms.

“Dad, I'm still sleepy.” Kailla's hoarse voice, sounds slow. The unwritten agreement of a couple, who since yesterday began to familiarize the tongue with the new call. Sweet call to welcome their twin hero. The twins are coming into the world in four months.

“Later to come to the office, right?” pram asked, pulling Kailla's body so that it clings to her. Immersing the face in the hair is a mess that gives off a refreshing mint scent.

“Hmmm.”

“Come get ready, darling. It's noon already. I miss your little egg.” Pram ordered his morning breakfast directly from the top of the bed.

“Hmmm.” Continuing to mutter, Kailla was almost sound again. Missing is not only Pram's, Kailla also has the same longing for the comfort of their bedroom. He could actually sleep soundly overnight after days of having to sleep on top of a narrow, hard gurney.

“Come on, pregnant women should not laze. Later your husband is pegged by another woman.” Pram again shook little body Kailla to wake up immediately.

Deg—

Pram sentences can make drowsiness and lazy Kailla fly. Instantly the pregnant woman opened her eyes while grumbling. Rising from her sleeping position, the woman with the disheveled look grumbled in annoyance.

“I haven't made a calculation with you, Dad!” kailla said, scratching her head with long hair and a messy nightgown. Ever since her belly grew, sexy lingerie and nightgowns inhabited the innermost closet. Kailla can't wear it.

“Yes, Mom. What to count, Daddy ready to help.” Pram chuckles when he finds Kailla truly adorable with the look of waking up. Passing two full moons with a long sleep, Pram sure has missed a lot of sweet things. The regret suddenly came to ambush, when he realized the days that Kailla passed without her presence.

“I'm serious, Dad!” sergeant Kailla, pointing his index finger in front of Pram's face.

“Since yesterday I wanted to ask but always forgot. Auntie called you, Dad?” kailla continued, researching Pram's facial features that have also taken a sitting position face to face.

“You're jealous, Mom?” whispered Pram, bringing his lips closer to Kailla's ears. Instead of answering, Pram even teased.

“I'm serious, Darling.” Kailla hit hard on the chest of Pram's field which began to contain. Two months into a coma, Pram lost weight, but these days that weight has returned to normal.

“Ouch! It hurts, Kai,” complained Pram, gently rubbing his own chest.

“Honest to me, Dad. Aunt Anita called you?” todong Kailla, the ready-to-pounce look was obvious.

“Hahahaha ..” Not answering, Pram chuckled at Kailla's overreaction.

“You are pregnant my son is still like this terrible.” Pram tidied up the messy hair of Kailla, then framed the face of the pregnant mother's puffer that was getting adorable.

“Yes, he called me. Twice,” said Pram, after a long sigh.

“Aaaaah! You flirt again with Aunt Anita,” accuse Kailla, pouty.

“No, Mom. Anita just called me to tell me she wanted to help our company. Not to invite me to reminisce,” explained Pram, sweeping lips conical Kailla.

“Smile now, otherwise I will bite your lips!” pram Goda.

Kailla.

“What are you guys talking about?” kailla asked, still not satisfied and finding out.

“Nothing. Only company problems.”

“There's more to ask?” tawar Pram's.

“Tante Anita is now beautiful. Slim and ...”

“Stay only Kailla Riadi Dirgantara the most beautiful in my eyes,” cut Pram.

Those dim eyes sparkled upon hearing the praise of the mature man before him. There were many butterflies flying in his heart.

“Do you talk about the past? Talk about dating times first?” kailla asked, her curiosity is more than anything at the moment, making her forget her prestige. Keep reading Pram with lots of questions.

“Yes, she expressed her love back. He sent us pictures when we were dating first. He said that he saaaaaa .. ngat loves me,” Pram's goda, deliberately provoking Kailla's jealousy.

“Serious?” Kailla's back on the hook.

Pram nodded.

“Anita said that Kailla did not want to take care of me, she was ready to take care of me sincerely and without coercion,” continued Pram, her laughter almost exploded when she saw a glint of jealousy mixed with anger in Kailla's eyes.

“You seem very happy to tell the Aunt,” grumbled Kailla, getting annoyed to see Pram chuckling.

“I will leave you if you dare to mess behind me,” threatened Kailla.

“Hahahaha!” The laugh sounded louder, Pram chuckled hard to find Kailla's growing jealousy.

“Dare to go from me, I will report you to the police! You have kidnapped my son,” said Pram, looking serious.

Kailla. “They're also my son, Dad. Can't be so.”

“I don't care, obviously you took my son away. That includes kidnapping, Mom.”

“Not just one, you even dared to kidnap two of my children at once. I'm sure I know the layered chapter,” Goda Pram, pulled out the index finger and middle finger together, right in front of Kailla's face.

“Lazy argue with you, it's always me who has to give up.” Kailla immediately got up, grabbed her husband's black phone on the nightstand. Ascertaining the truth about Anita contacting her husband.

“Nothing, Honey. I've asked Bayu to block his number. Already asked Bayu to delete the photos he sent.” Pram follows with one leg that is not yet functioning perfectly. Focusing on one of the elbow crutches, he stood right behind Kailla and held her friendly wife from behind. Full of struggle to stand alone with the remaining energy. He was no longer young, five years into the age of half a century.

“What else are you talking about?” Kaila was busy with her husband's cell phone. Checking incoming and outgoing messages as well as call history. Finally, the pregnant woman opened the cell phone gallery and made sure Anita's photos were not in there.

“Nothing. He really wants to help. We had nothing to do long before we got married. The only thing left between me and Anita is memories.” Prams explained. The man's hands grew tighter, occasionally tucking Kailla's shoulders gently.

Kailla's hand is still busy shifting the collection of photos in Pram's mobile gallery, which is mostly dominated by her own photos. From the photo of a child to pregnancy. Kailla's smile expands when she finds a photo of their wefie yesterday, while in the car hugging.

Kailla's stained fingers stopped suddenly, the smile on her face disappearing as she looked at the other photos, slipping between them.

“Dave married?” Kailla was surprised, turning to look at Pram. Hardly believe staring at the bride. Next to David, Pieter is seen sitting in a wheelchair accompanied by the beautiful woman Kailla remembers once coming to the office, before being hired to care for Pieter in Austria.

“Yes, Dave married ... last week. He probably won't return to Indonesia. Pieter is recovering, starting to learn to walk. I plan on pulling Pieter back to Indonesia after recovery, replacing Dave and filling the vice-director seat which is almost five years empty.” Prams explained.

“How about Sam, Dad?” Kailla whispered softly. Recall how his assistant was busy raising money to buy skincare.

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TB