The President's Wife

Chapter 203: THE END

Waiting is the most exhausting thing. After performing a series of checks, Kailla could only wait in silence. Enjoying the pain in his stomach that arises drowning.

The decision of the operation is considered the most appropriate at this time. Pram saw for himself the condition of Kailla who began to weaken attacked by stomach pain bertubi. His wife no longer has energy if forced to remove two babies in the stomach. Moreover, from the last examination, stalled at the opening of the four, there were no additions yet. Two hours ago, there was no progress. Still faithful at opening four.

Kailla shuddered when she heard the nurse's story, in other cases it is usually infused to stimulate the opening to quickly reach the maximum. Of course he refused, remembering how Bella told him about her pain when the process happened.

With her husband holding her hand tightly, Kailla was seen grimacing, frowning. Resist the twisting turmoil that dances in the lower abdomen.

“Darling, is it still a while?” ask Kailla. His voice weakened, as his energy drained withstanding the pain. Staring at Pram who was talking on his phone with his mother-in-law.

“After.” Pram replied after turning off the phone. It sounded a little relieved, as the clock on the wall indicated that forty minutes to eight at night.

Slowly rubbing Kailla's forehead lovingly, Pram smiled at the wife who was so calm in the face of her stomach ache. Compared upside down when dealing with a syringe, Kailla is crazy.

“Kai, does her stomach hurt once?” pram asked, seeing Kailla silent, helplessly rolling on the bed.

“Hmmmm, but this is much better than having to be injected.” Kailla grimaced, while tightening the hand grip on Pram's fingers.

“I'm sorry, Kai. Pregnant once again, you can give birth normally, but not for these twins.”

Kailla. “I don't want any more. I don't want to be injected,” reject Kailla.

The conversation halted when a nurse came in and brought along the files Pram had to fill, his data and Kailla's.

“Please filled, Sir.” The nurse handed it to Pram.

“OK ...” Pram received with his free right hand. Since then, his left hand belonged to Kailla, his wife was not even willing to let go at all.

“Honey, please take off for a while, I have to fill it.” Pram is seen bending over to fill his data on the nightstand. A few minutes later, the mature man seemed to think. Silently biting slowly at the tip of the pen, turning to look at Kailla.

“Kai, how old am I Darling?” Pram frowned. In times of emergency, his mind is overcast. Cannot be compromised. Remember the year of birth, but she can't count fast due to the panic that has been rocking her for the past few hours.

“44 soon 45 years.” Kailla answered. For the first time since stepping on the hospital, Kailla was blown open while holding her stomach wrapped around her back.

“You laughed at me, Kai.” Pram pretends to be upset.

It didn't take long, the data that was already filled in, it was returned to the nurse. Along with that, the door of the room opened. A few nurses appeared, who would prepare Kailla for the surgery.

“Aready, Mom?” asked one of the nurse girls, smilingly looking at Kailla.

“Not yet another half hour,” great-grandson Kailla slowly.

“Yes, we will wait in the transfer room,” he explained, approaching Kailla and preparing to push out Kailla following her safe.

Kailla's heart was beating. All he could do was pray in his heart.

“Darling, accompany me,” pinta Kailla, immediately grab her husband's hand. Not allowing Pram to stay away from him. His palm was cold instantly, hiding the fear that was clearly imprinted in the dense black eyes.

***

Looking at the ceiling all the way to the room in question, Kailla's heart was rumbling. Especially when arriving in a room that is located next to the operating room. Many people were dressed in green with head coverings. Panic and nervousness attack Kailla suddenly.

“Honey, you don't go far. I don't want to be left alone,” the door told Pram.

“Ya, Baby. I will accompany you inside,” Pram said holding Kailla's hand.

“All will be fine, Dear.” Pram pulls up a chair, sits on the side of the gurney. Slowly wiping the child's hair Kailla coming out of the head covering is in line with her clothes.

“I'm scared, Honey,” whispered Kailla. Want to escape, but it's impossible.

“Hmm,” murmur Pram, soothing smile.

In the midst of his nervousness, appeared his obstetrician. The woman greeted warmly.

“Excite yes, Mom,” he said with a smile. Stop for a moment before finally entering the other room.

Kailla was only able to nod in the midst of the panic.

“Goodnight Bu.” There was a masculine voice. Suddenly break the silence. A man who is good-looking on par with his idol Korean actor, is standing on his toes. So dashing and beautiful, with a green uniform exactly the same as the gynecologist wore.

“Yes God, did I not see wrong. Why did you send this handsome man in my broken condition. How Lee Min Hoo oppa can be here,” Kailla muttered with a sparkling face.

The pregnant woman forgot all her pain when her eyes were presented with a magnificent view.

“Include me Doctor Caessar, pediatrician who will handle baby mother later in.”

Kailla's lips covered a smile in the midst of her pain. Forgot already with all his pain and panic. Staring at a pediatrician whose good looks are above the standard of doctors in general is without blinking.

Pram who has memorized with Kailla gelagat, can only mengawum smile. Stand up and bend over, whispering something after the pediatrician left.

“At a time like this, your eyes still have time to be beautiful. Even dare to spread charm on other men in front of your own husband. When you will give birth to my children, Kai,” whispered Pram, in front of Kailla's ears. Mengulum smiled as he threatened.

“Sayang ..” Kailla smiled wryly, when it was discovered Pram admired the pediatrician.

“After our children are born, don't expect to get away from me again, Kai. I make sure I will not let you go for life,” threatened Pram, with his serious face.

***

Pram was seen following Kailla who had first entered the operating room, after wearing a green costume just like other medics.

The man kept his panic at the sight of Kailla already sitting hunched over to prepare for an epidural injection.

“Honey,” shriek Kailla, hide her fear. If Pram is in the treatment room, it is certain that he will jump down and rampage .. but now, he can not do it.

“Don't strain, Mom,” said the anaesthetic doctor who has taken a position behind Kailla, ready to carry out his duties.

Kailla could feel the needle sticking out of her lower back. Before long, Kailla could feel from her waist to her feet like she was electrocuted. Kailla screamed in pain. The pram standing nearby could only frown, sharing Kailla's pain.

“Sorry, do not strain, Bu.” said the doctor, when having to repeat the injection again.

“Sick!” kailla shouted, as she felt the electric shock return.

“Sorry Mom. Rilex. Don't strain,” one of the nurses is seen wiping Kailla's hand.

The same thing happened again. Kaila cried while repeatedly having to experience the same thing. Pain in the back pierced by a needle, plus his body like being electrocuted repeatedly.

“Darling, I don't want to. It hurts.” Kaila cries, asking Pram to come closer to her. Unravelling tears.

“Ya, relax first, Bu.” The doctor gave a pause.

“It's been an injection into how much. Why not finished too,” isak Kailla, grab Pram's hand.

“Ya, relax, don't strain. If you panic, this process will not be completed. You will be injected repeatedly, in pain many times,” Pram persuaded.

At the seventh injection, Kailla just did not feel the electric shock again. He could breathe a sigh of relief, there was no need to feel any repeated pain.

He was asked to lie down, with both hands stretched out to the left and right of his body. Kailla could not think of anything else, other than the fear that the doctor had split her stomach, she could feel the pain.

“Dok, don't directly slice my stomach, yes. I'm afraid the dope hasn't worked,” says Kailla.

“Yes, Mom. Relax, don't panic. Try his legs can still be moved?” said a female assistant.

“Still ...” says Kailla. He could feel the fingertips of his hand being attached to something and someone putting a breathing apparatus on his nose.

“Honey, all will be well,” entertain Pram, who stands near the head of Kailla, accompanied by anastesi doctor.

Kailla lay resigned, staring at the lights radiating in the operating room.

“Dok, my legs can still be moved, do not split first yes,” Kailla said when her gaze was covered in green cloth. He can't see anything anymore. Don't know what the doctor and his team did to his stomach.

“Yes, Mom. Just relax.”

Kailla could do nothing but surrender Her body shivered in the cold. The sound of medical devices accompanied the chat doctor and his team who were discussing the final of Indonesian Idol which had just taken place last night. Kaila only listened occasionally to call her husband.

“Sayang ...”.

“Yes, I'm here, honey,” says Pram slowly, rubbing Kailla's forehead slowly and smiling. The man had been standing with his hands folded in his chest. Watching Kailla not blink. Can't do anything.

“Sesak, Darling,” says Kailla slowly. Breathing violently. The net felt heavy, Kailla chose to close her eyes.

“Sssstttt ...” Pram again rubbed Kailla's temple plan.

Before long there was a boisterous sound of doctors and colleagues, accompanied by the crying of a broken baby booming.

“Male, complete yes,” says doctor. Hand over the first successful baby boy to the pediatrician.

Shortly after the second baby boy. A cry that is no less intense than the first baby. The first thing Pram did was kiss Kailla's forehead which was about to fall asleep.

“Honey, open his eyes. Our child is born,” said Pram slowly, while peeping Kailla's forehead. The man struggled to hold back his cries. His eyelids are heating up, condensing. Haru enveloped her heart, as the cries of the two babies were earthy. Like talking through a cry.

“Mom, our son is born.” Pram called Kailla back. His wife closed her eyes.

Pram's smile blossomed, his happiness burst when his baby boy duo was taken to Kailla for an early breastfeeding initiation. In fact, at a time when Kailla was still half conscious. His eyes closed, occasionally opening wide. Pram could see Kailla's lips smiling thinly.

“Thank you, dear,” said Pram, kiss Kailla's forehead warm and deep. Her hands rubbed one by one the baby.

“Sus, which is the first and which is the second?” pram asked confusedly. Staring at the two babies who were lying face down on Kailla's chest.

“This is the first ...” The nurse pointed at the baby on Kailla's right side.

“Bentley Tristan RD's. Pratama,” said Pram, naming his first son.

“Yang on the left of his sister,” continued the smiling nurse.

Pram nodded. “Kentley Sean RD's. Pratama.”

***

THE END