The President's Wife

Chapters 204. End of Story - THE END

After the caesarea section process is complete, Kailla is moved to the recovery room (recovery room ) or PACU. Post Anasthesia Care Unit ( PACU ) is a room where patients who have just completed surgery are monitored and monitored closely, until the patient's condition is stable and ready to be moved to the treatment room again.

Almost two hours waiting, sitting on the side of Pram's gurney still faithfully clasping Kailla's hand. The man with a million joys danced in his heart and mind back then, looking much more handsome after receiving a new status addition.

Yes, Reynaldi Pratama managed to achieve the highest achievement in his life a few hours ago. A son of Citra Wijaya, husband of Kailla Riadi Dirgantara and Daddy of two babies as well as Bentley Tristan and Kentley Sean, descendants of Riadi Dirgantara carry the big name Pratama. Maybe that's what Pram thought when pinning two surnames at once behind the name of his twin son.

Pram was still staring at the pale face of his wife who was sound asleep at this moment. The childish little wife who led him to become a Daddy. The handsome man almost fell asleep, laying his head on the side of the gurney with his hands clutching Kailla's weak fingers.

“Sayang ...” Ogled Kailla slowly, barely audible. Grazing a few times, Kailla was not yet fully conscious. The influence of anesthesia during surgery made some of Kailla's memory wander. She did not even remember giving birth and when she was transferred to this room.

“Sayang ...” shrewd Kailla again, firmer. With his head turned to the right, he began to figure out what was happening. There were some women dressed in white, sitting not far from where she was lying.

“Sayang ...” call Kailla.

“Em .. You're up, darling.” Pram is awake and immediately alert after the umpteenth call of Kailla. Hurriedly standing up, watching Kailla closer, grabbed the child's hair covering a part of the face as white as cotton.

“What do you feel, Kai?” pram asked, pity enveloped when he saw his naughty wife lying helpless.

“My head is dizzy. Where am I?” ask Kailla slowly.

“You're in the recovery room. Our hero is born,” Pram story, reminding Kailla who looks confused.

The pale face was smiling, keeping curious. Inside the operating room, they fell asleep when their baby was born, not even remembering anything in the moments when both were born into the world.

“Are they handsome? Did you get to take a picture of him? I want to see it,” asked Kailla curiously.

Pram smiled, pulled out his phone. The photo shows the nurse taking a few minutes after her two children were born.

“This, Darling.”

Kailla took a quick look, her head still dizzy. Can't be forced to focus for too long.

“How? Are you satisfied with my work? This is the one that by day night I flush, fertilizer and make sure there is no shortage of anything,” Pram said, starting to prank Kailla.

Kailla. Kailla hasn't fully remembered everything. His head was still throbbing with a shaded look.

“Still less satisfied? I don't mind being asked to recreate it. I promise I will fix and not repeat the same mistake.” Pram said again.

“I'm hungry ... thirsty, Honey,” Kailla said in a weak voice.

Staring at the infusion liquid hanging on the pole and a bottle of clear liquid lying next to his head. Everything was connected with a needle stuck in the back of his palm.

“Before a while, I asked the nurse first .. if you can eat and drink,” explained Pram.

Not long after the nurse came to see Kailla. “How, Bu?” ask nurse.

“What can you eat and drink, Sus?” ask Pram.

“Drink can, little-little. Eat it later. Early must eat soft first,” explained the nurse.

“Don't raise your head first, Mom. If you are tired, you can turn left right, gradually. Should move also later, so as not to stiff,” continued the nurse, while controlling to the monitor screen that stands behind the gurney.

“Good, Sus.” Pram takes a pinch of water and helps Kailla sip water from a straw.

“In the meantime we move to the treatment room.” The nurse smiled.

***

This is where Kailla, awake all night. Unable to sleep again after a few hours of sleep in the recovery room, accompanied by Pram who sat on the side of the hospital bed. Her husband leaned against the chair with his hands folded on his chest, Pram's eyes closed tightly. The man was exhausted and fell asleep, despite occasionally waking up and making sure Kailla was okay.

“Honey, just sleep on the sofa,” pinta Kailla, piba see the condition of her husband.

“Hmmm, are you okay?” pram asked, forcing his eyes open. Roughly shaking his head, expelling the drowsiness that strikes suddenly.

“It's okay. I've been much better now.” Kailla says.

“Only from waist to foot does not feel anything. No pain at all,” explains Kailla.

“Ya, already. I'm so sleepy, honey. I slept on the couch for a while. You can call me every time you need me. Can call the nurse too,” said Pram showed the bell button, if at any time Kailla needs something.

“Ya ... em ... where's the noise?” ask Kailla wonder.

“That's the sound of a heating machine spouting warmly under your blanket. Wh why? You mind?” ask Pram.

“If you no longer need, I can ask the nurse to stop it. I'm afraid you're cold. The nurse had asked, still want to be functioned or no longer need,” explained Pram again.

“Leave it, first.” Kailla answered slowly.

***

A burst of sunlight steals in through the window of Kailla's lavish treatment room. The spacious room is equipped with a bathroom, a sofa set, a refrigerator and storage cabinets. An electric kettle is available over the refrigerator to brew warm water. Some mineral bottles with well-known brands are neatly arranged, which is deliberately provided by the hospital.

Early in the morning, there was already an officer dropping off breakfast, along with the morning newspaper to eliminate saturation. Nurses who come periodically without needing to be called to check on Kailla's condition show how perfect the hospital service is like a five-star hotel.

Even Pram also provided sleeping pillows and warm blankets, without having to bother bringing it from home.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Kailla, who had been wiped and changed into clothes, looked much fresher. A female officer is seen entering, carrying a map to record Kailla's menu.

“Ya ..” says Kailla who looks healthy. The top of the gurney had been raised a little, so Kailla's waist wasn't too tired of lying down for too long.

“You noted the menu for tomorrow, Bu.” The officer smiled with a pen in his hand.

“We have chicken porridge, fried rice and sandiwch?” ask officer.

Pram who had just come out of the bathroom, still with a white towel hanging on his shoulder looked smiling. How not, his wife is much better. So happy when offered food that the average is a favorite Kailla.

“Em .. chicken porridge, Mom.

“Boiled or fried eggs?” ask the officer.

“Boiled!” Kailla answered briefly.

“Drinking milk or warm tea?”

“Teh warm!” Pram replied as he walked closer to Kailla. Just take notes, Mom. My wife doesn't drink milk. So there is no need to enter the milk menu for patients in this room,” explained Pram.

“Good Sir.”

“Lunch .. we have rice with clear vegetables and fried chicken butter or rice with vegetable chicken soup with tofu and tempe bacem.”

“Nation with sop!” Kailla smiled at sumringah. There are a lot of menus, a lot of choices here. He really enjoyed his time in the hospital.

“The fruit is banana, orange or dragon fruit?”

“You juiced or whole?” ask the officer again.

“Jus only .. dragon fruit.”

All recorded by the officer, until his afternoon snacks and dinner. Kaila was treated like home. Very comfortable, not like being in the hospital.

“Why smile-smile yourself?” pram asked, looking at Kailla's happy face. Just now the census officer left the room.

“I'm at home here, I don't want to go home,” says Kailla, sumringah, sumringah,

“This is your first experience of giving birth. I want to create beautiful memories for you. I can't just pick a hospital with standard service for you. I'll choose the best for you and the kids. So that later you do not mind if you have to get pregnant and give birth again,” explained Pram smiled cunningly.

“Huh! It's not that you agreed just once. Why now that I give birth, you broke your own promise,” protests Kailla.

Pram. “I'm kidding, Babe.”

“You have struggled to give birth to our children, of course I have to give you the best service,” said Pram.

The conversation halted when the nurse pushed the baby box into the room, followed by the twins' caretakers Bin and Kin.

For the first time, Kailla saw her two babies. With the help of Pram lying sideways, the body part from the waist down can not be moved and not feel. Still stiff and immortal. Kailla could freely look at the faces of her two tiny angels wrapped in white bedongs, sleeping side by side.

“Why don't they look like me?” kailla protested while holding a wound in her lower abdomen, looking at the faces of the two babies closely.

“Indeed you think they look like me?” Pram asked back.

The two looked at each other, keeping a deeper question.

“I think ... This is my son or not. I just wanted to ask you Kai, are they really my kids?” Pram was stunned when he said it. Of course he was just kidding. Pram knows his wife very well, although sometimes he likes to be unstable. But the twins are really his son, his flesh and blood.

“I'm serious, darling,” Kailla said, staring at her husband with a flat face. There's no joke in it.

“Do you have made sure this is really our child. You sure aren't switched, are you?” ask Kailla again.

The nurse and the twins' caretakers smiled at the debate between the father and mother of the sleeping twins.

“You mean how, Kai?” pram asked frowned.

“This baby is really our baby, right? You didn't take the wrong baby. I didn't recognize my baby wrong. I'm in surgery, you should be clearer,” cerocos Kailla.

Pram.

“Sweetie I'm serious. Why is my baby so stucco like this,” kaila chirps.

“They are similar to his papa Pram.” Suddenly I heard the voice of Mother Citra from the direction of the entrance.

“Don't argue, my grandson is very similar to my husband, Pratama Indraguna,” explained Ms. Citra, who since last night had been impatient to see her two grandchildren. Especially when looking at the photo sent by Pram, the elderly woman could not sleep all night.

***

THE END

There will be updates from Pram and Kailla that I will share here. Still a favorite, so as not to miss the news. There will be a third season, with the main characters staying Pram and Kailla, focusing more on Pram and Kailla, not the story of their children. Kailla takes care of her twins, and Pram's possessiveness after the birth of her children.

Thanks though.