The President's Wife

Chapter 196: Preparation for childbirth that is still far away

Down in front of the lobby of the RD Group, Pram still had to be helped by Sam and Bayu. The condition of the right leg that has not been fully healed, makes the handsome man not free to move. However, that condition was not in line with Kailla. The five-month-old pregnant woman immediately grabbed the arm of the husband who was still resting on the elbow crutches on his two hands.

“Honey, what's wrong?” ask Pram. Suddenly stopped his steps. Smiling amusedly at Kailla's action. His wife clung to him, clutching tightly to his arm while leaning spoiled.

“Why, Dear?” ask Kailla wonder. Still stuck without a care. Two months into a coma, Kailla must save all her indulgence. And now, after Pram could walk back of course he didn't waste a chance.

“You leaned on your husband, while your husband was about to collapse,” explained Pram, showing two crutches in both hands.

“Shouldn't I need a backrest at this time.” Pram chuckles.

“Ya, already. I can find other men to lean on if you don't allow.” Kailla pouted.

Pram's laughter nearly broke when Kailla stomped her feet in annoyance.

“Suach to you. You're free to lean on me, honey. If it collapses, we collapse together, yes.” Pram blinked one eye, thrusting his arm back.

Not the heart to see Kailla snorting spoiled at him. The thing he misses the most, when other men miss the maturity of his wife. He was instead, longing for Kailla's indulgence.

Women do have to be adults, but too mature life also feels monotonous, colorless. Pram needs women with maturity according to the portion, indulgence in place. Too independent is also not interesting, too smart is also not good. Sometimes Pram needs his weak side and tears. Women who are obedient and rebellious according to the situation.

Walking hand in hand followed by Bayu and Sam, the four arrived at the highest floor of the RD Group. The president's office is. Kailla, who did not dare to wear her heels that morning, was seen walking comfortably with her flat shoes.

Unlike the previous days, no one scolded. Since Pram was conscious from his coma, Kailla was no longer free. This grown man next to him would protest for every single thing. Even before leaving for the office they had argued for the pregnant dress and shoes that Kailla was wearing.

Once past Stella's desk, Kailla frowned. Stella's gloomy face, disturbing her morning. It dimmed as if there was a big problem there.

“Honey, you go in first, yes. I have a need with Stella.” Kailla took off her arms on Pram's arm.

“Alright, follow soon as your affair with Stella is done,” Pram response. Walk into his room.

***

“What's Ste?” kailla asked, dropping her body on the chair, right across from Stella. Sam seemed busy with his smartphone, standing behind Kailla.

“Nothing, Mistress.” Stella answered briefly. Although the lips with the pomegranate red lipstick swipe said no, but the look of a sad face with eyes without twinkle it could not lie.

“What happened, Ste?”

Stella shakes.

“This has something to do with David?” guess Kailla, forgetting that her assistant Sam, is still faithfully waiting behind.

Beautiful sparkling clear eyes that dimmed, until finally the crystallized liquid ready to spill pooled in the eye fertilizers. Although there was no bobbing or nodding, Kailla knew clearly that the director's presidential secretary was David.

“Maybe Dave is not your match. I was also surprised when I saw the wedding photo of Dave and Mitha on my husband's phone,” cerocos Kailla.

Tears that Stella tried to hold are now spilled. The girl hurriedly wiped it off harshly. Tucked in pity in the depths of Kailla's heart when she saw all that. Just about to hold Stella's hand, suddenly a roaring cry came from behind.

“Non Kailaaaaaaaaa ... Mitha is seriously married? ask Sam in a loud voice.

Deg—

“Yes God, I forgot. There's Sam here,” hiss Kailla slowly.

“Non! Please say it again. Non, not true, right?” Sam had wanted to cry as it was now, but tried to hold him back.

“Already Sam. He is not your soul mate,” Kailla said, turning to look at Sam who was sitting on the floor helplessly. Slack without passion of life.

“Non, extinct is my hope. Though just yesterday I bought skin care, I have not been able to send it. I'm collecting money for postage. Must be very expensive,” said Sam not powered.

“Jeez Sam. Didn't I tell you, just send her raw. Why wear bother buying from here,” grumbled Kailla. Repeatedly teaching his assistant to be a little smarter still his brain is still under the Indonesian National Standard.

“Non, why my fate so this,” said Sam with a face no less clear.

“That's patient, Sam.”

“How to be patient, Non,” says Sam. Ignoring the sound of incoming messages from Surti, a maid next door neighbor who had made him forget the land for a moment. Lost already his life spirit, everything was destroyed in a second.

***

That afternoon, after lunch outside, Pram took Kailla to the gynecologist. Monthly control, after a two-month hiatus, the man was able to see the movements of his twin babies on a black-and-white screen hanging on the wall of the doctor's office.

“OK, no problem, Sir.” The doctor smiled. He is quite understanding, Pram's reason for taking this step, although in fact there are many cases of twins being born normally.

“About when can you specify the date, Doc?” pram asked, looking impatient.

Doctor smile. “Let's go, Sir. It's only five months.”

“Before I decide my wife will give birth in this hospital or not, I want to make sure ... am I allowed in, accompany my wife inside the operating room?” ask Pram. The man in the work suit was seen sitting with both hands tied on the table.

“Should not, that operating room should be sterile.” Doctor explained.

“However, I will try to consider it later,” continued the doctor, smiling.

Pram sighed. “I must accompany my wife, Doc. She needed me with her, during surgery.” Prams explained.

“Ya, we will discuss again.”

“This is important for my wife,” continued Pram, switching to staring at Kailla who has since chosen silence.

“If I can't, I have to find a hospital that is willing to allow her husband to assist in the operating room,” continued Pram. Things are still far away, but the man has prepared it carefully. Even Pram had planned to book a VVIP-class treatment room. Afraid that when Kailla gave birth they didn't get the room she wanted.

“It's only been five months, still much time, Sir.” The doctor smiled again. Quite understand, considering these are the first babies of his patients.

“To perform a cesarean delivery, what should my wife prepare?” ask Pram again. Right now, Pram really wants to prepare himself and Kailla, so that everything goes smoothly.

“Nothing, Sir. Most importantly, the mother and her baby are healthy. Reduce salty foods yes, Mom,” said the doctor. This time smilingly looked at Kailla.

“Yes, Doc.” Kailla voiced the pad at last.

“There's more to ask?”

Both Pram and Kailla were flirting.

***

That morning, the atmosphere in the Pram residence looked crowded. In the front yard of the house looks Sam sitting on dirty land while hugging the skin care that had just been bought yesterday. Since last night unable to sleep thinking about Mitha, Sam became even more crazy when sent a photo of the girl's wedding with Dave.

“Sam Already! Let's wake. Why do you mourn that woman!” donny's Nagging. Pull Sam's hand to stand up.

“You can talk like this, for not having the heartbreak I feel.” Back screaming hysterically, crying over Mitha. Both of his legs kicked irregularly over the rocky ground. Lamenting the fate that was not on her side.

“Mitha .. why do you have to tell Aa Samuel. Though ...” Sam did not continue his sentence, again the assistant roared while tightly clutched skin care. All persuading his partner to quit, ignored. Ricko, Donny and Bayu are almost desperate to deal with Sam's madness.

Rolling in the courtyard for nearly half an hour weeping over Mitha's fate and lamenting, Sam suddenly stopped everything when a taxi stopped in front of the gate of the house. The assistant with skin care in the decapan immediately got up to his feet as two beautiful girls in white and pink uniforms got off the taxi.

“Sorry, what is this residence of Mr Reynaldi Pratama?” ask one of them in a sweet voice.

Suddenly provoke the soul of the singles who do have a tragic fate about the woman to move closer. No exception to Sam.

“Yes, Ma'am. Can anyone help?” ricko asked, ahead of Donny.

“Log in first, Ladies!” take Donny.

Sam, of course, doesn't want to miss. Forgot from his wail a minute ago. His eyes sparkled, glittering at the two sweet girls who stepped closer and closer.

“Include, my name is Sammy. Call Aa Sam only.” Sam confronted the two while making acquaintances.

***

TB