The President's Wife

Chapter 202: The birth of baby twins

Finishing her shower with Pram's help, Kailla grumbled as she exited the bathroom in a green costume provided by the hospital. There was a protest with a body wrap that was only tied to the back of the rope. Especially when Kailla is not allowed to wear bras and other insides.

“Aduh!” he said slowly, walking across the wall as the stomach ache greeted him again.

“Just sleep, Honey. You are asked to fast,” said Pram slowly, helping Kailla climb up the gurney.

Shortly after, a nurse came in and Sam and two babysitters. Smiling greeted his employer and chose to sit on the sofa, in the corner of the room.

“Bu, we test allergy medicine yes,” said the nurse with his friendly. Put a tray containing injections and medicinal fluids.

Kailla's eyeballs almost jumped out when she saw the syringe. The most feared thing in this world besides Pram's blocked credit card. Even if you can choose, Kailla prefers to face the actor rather than dealing with a syringe.

“Sayang ...” whispered Kailla, looking at her husband for help.

“Ya, Kai.” Pram hurriedly grabbed Kailla's hand and grasped it tightly. Strengthening Kailla at her worst time. Pram knows clearly, Kailla's got a scare with a syringe.

“I do not want to be injected,” pinta Kailla, welding when seeing the nurse take out the injection device from the packaging. His stomach ache disappeared, meaningless when he saw the most terrible thing in his life.

“It's okay, this just hurts a little,” persuade Pram patiently.

“No, I don't want Honey. Is there no other way?” kailla asked, pleading.

“Kai, don't be this darling. It's just a little, like being bitten by an ant,” persuade Pram, clutching Kailla.

“As far as if you want to be told to swallow a syringe, but do not want to be injected,” pinta Kailla, is ready to rebel. Abdominal pain that had been neglected since then had not been ignored. This was more terrible than the stomach ache that attacked him. His weakened voice, suddenly became tight with rumbling breath.

As the nurse put the liquid into the shot, Kailla frowned in fear in Pram's arms.

“I don't want to be injected, honey. I don't want to be injected. Sam!! Help me!” kailla shouted, asking for help.

Kailla almost jumped down from the top of the gurney without her husband. Crazy as the nurse approached and rubbed his arm.

“I don't want .. I don't want to!” Kailla flicked both of her arms. Not giving the nurse a chance to do her job.

“Pak, how is this?” ask the nurse, beg Pram. There's no other way, Kailla can't be tamed. Rebelling and not wanting to be injected.

“In the meantime Sus, I'll persuade him.”

The nurse nodded, still clutching the injection in her left hand.

“Kai, listen Dear. Just injected for a second. It's not hurting. The needle is just small.” Pram persuades, while holding Kailla who is still in revolt to get off the gurney.

“I don't want to! That's terrible Honey,” reject Kailla, shudder. His gaze did not move in the slightest from the injection that led to him.

“No, Dear. I swear it won't hurt. More sick our first night,” persuaded Pram patiently, already want to be uprooted when giving a picture to his wife.

The nurse who looked at the two, gave a smile.

“Hug me. You can bite me too hard if it hurts. I won't be angry. You can hit me, you can grab me. Can kill me if it hurts.”

“Come Darling. If we don't get shot, we can't get out. Come on, according to, Kai,” pinta Pram, hold Kailla tightly.

“Promise does not hurt?” kailla asked softened.

“Ya, Baby. If not injected how our baby can come out,” Pram clear rubbed Kailla's back. With the corner of his eye, code the nurse.

Kailla according. Started resigned when his arm rubbed with alcohol. Slowly but surely, the needle began to stick in the skin of his arm. The throbbing pain began to feel. Kailla let out a small scream before finally biting down on Pram's shoulder. The other hand grabbed her husband's wavy hair. The pregnant woman looked upset, venting her pain to her husband heartlessly.

“Yes God, if it can be replaced, it is better that I give birth,” said Pram in heart, can only resign to face Kailla.

Just as the needle was coming out of her skin, Kailla shouted. “Sakitttt!” Hit Pram's shoulder tight. The impingement of his fear and pain.

“Aduh Kai. My shoulder hurts even more,” complained Pram, rubbing the shoulder that had just been bitten by Kailla. Not to mention that his scalp feels almost dislodged because of Kailla's jambai. Sam, watching from a distance, laughed when he saw Pram as his wife's moons.

The nurse, who had successfully done her job, was seen circling the injection marks with a black pen, coding the numbers that only medics understood. In addition, the nurse also pairs the band ID on Kailla's wrist, a bracelet that shows the patient's identity and will later be paired also on the two twins.

“I excuse me. Just rest, Mom,” nurse farewell, smile.

After the nurse said goodbye, Kailla's drama continued. Half an hour later, another nurse came in with a larger injection. This time Kailla was even more vigilant.

The pain in his stomach disappeared. The concentration of pregnant women is distracted. “What else do you want, Sus?” ask Kailla ketus. Grimacing held his stomach wrapped around.

Pram who had just been able to breathe a sigh of relief, was again faced with a problem. Sighing, the man rubbed his face rough. I no longer know how to persuade Kailla.

“Kai, a little more, after this there is no injection, Honey,” persuade Pram, try as patient as possible.

“I don't want to. You lied to. It must hurt even more. The needle is bigger!” kailla's nagging, revolting from Pram's hand. Jumped down from the bed, ran to the corner of the room.

“Kai, don't run Dear. Later fell, so what my children in there,” refer Pram, slowly.

“I DON'T WANT!” Kailla pointed her left index finger at Pram, with her right hand rubbing her back-wrapped stomach.

“Kai, don't be like a child!” nagel Pram instantly, lost his patience. Sighing his breath repeatedly. With Kailla, she's been going crazy for a long time.

“I don't want to be injected. That's horrible! I don't want.” Kailla said softly. Crouching in the corner of the room, grimacing.

“Sam, help me!” pram's orders.

Just as the assistant was approaching, Kailla had already threatened him.

“Dare to approach, I won't allow you to date Bin or Kin!” todong Kailla pointed her index finger at Sam. His eyes stared intently with anger. Sam stopped stepping. The threat that made the assistant shrivel.

“Sam, help me. If you obey me, I will marry you to both after my son is born,” Pram said. Sontak makes Sam sparkling happy.

“Sorry Non, Mr. Pram's offer is more tempting,” said Sam, smiling happily at his employer.

“Come Non, briefly injected. Will not hurt, after that the baby is born.” Sam persuaded.

“I don't want to, Honey. That was sick, especially this one. Needle is bigger.” Kailla softens, as her position is sandwiched between Pram and Sam.

The man crouched down in front of Kailla. “I promise I won't hurt, Honey. You can ask for anything, after this. Come!” take Pram, grab Kailla's hand to get back to the gurney.

“I don't want to, it must hurt,” says Kailla.

“This one still feels pain,” continued Kailla pointed to his arm that had not been injected for long. Her eyes are watery, teary.

“Yes, I'm sorry,” said Pram hugged Kailla tightly, rubbed his wife's back, slowly. Kailla finally complied, after nearly ten minutes of being persuaded and seduced by all means.

Kaila sat on top of the gurney, hugging her husband tightly.

“Honey, hold just a little. It won't hurt, I promise. Pity our hero if mommy rebels continue.”

Kailla.

“Cium me now!” pinta Pram gently.

“Do not want,” reject Kailla again.

“I'm sorry, Darling.” Gently kissing his wife's pale lips, Pram tries to distract Kailla. He has no other way. Kailla usually falls over with her kiss.

Hugging Kailla with her left hand, Pram pressed down hard on Kailla's arm so as not to move with her right hand. The nurse had to look for Kailla's veins to attach the infusion needle to the back of the palm. And that takes time.

“Hand please be clenched, yes Mom. Rilex only,” pinta nurse gently. Flicked, patted and gently rubbed the back of Kailla's palm. Cold air strikes when exposed to rubbing alcohol dripped on cotton.

Without fighting back, Kailla said. She was struck with a gentle kiss of her husband. Enjoying her husband's sweet treatment. However, Kailla's submissive attitude did not last long. As she felt the needle slowly prick in her skin, Kailla bit her lips hard. The man could only hold back, could not protest, could not complain. Only resigned to enjoy the teeth Kailla who hurt his lips.

“Sssshhh .. aaah!” Pram grimaced in pain shortly after taking off his kiss. His lips were torn, salty because of the blood that came out.

Decomposed in tears, Kailla clutched tightly to her husband as the infusion needle was perfectly attached. “I don't want to get pregnant and give birth again,” great-grandson Kailla slowly. Staring at the back of his hand which was attached to the infusion hose.

“Yes, after this there is no need to get pregnant and give birth again.” Pram rubs gently on Kailla's head.

“It hurts, Honey. Bella wasn't injected this much during childbirth. I don't want any more,” Kaila's shootout, start to calmly lie on top of the gurney.

“Yes, I know. You still have to be injected in the spine while in the operating room.”

Kailla slumped with her mouth open.

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TB