The President's Wife

The extra chapter

Hospitalized, Kailla was completely pampered by everyone. From the hospital staff who always make sure his condition is fine. Mama-in-law who forced to stay the night although not allowed until Pram who chose to work from the hospital in order to be able to accompany Kailla for 24 hours.

That afternoon, Kailla had started to get out of bed, learning to walk despite limping while grimacing. Boredom lay on top of the gurney, making him choose to sit on the sofa leaning spoiled on Pram's shoulders. Her husband was holding a long distance meeting, seriously staring at his laptop.

“Sayang ... I was bored,” whispered Kailla, sliding the headset that covered Pram's ears.

“A minute. I finished the meeting first, Honey,” said Pram, without taking his eyes off the computer screen on his lap.

“Hmmm ...” Kaila breathed out from her lips.

“Why again? The massage was good?” pram asked, taking a quick glance and refocusing. Recall that Kailla had just been massaged by a middle-aged woman who was hired by the hospital to massage patients after giving birth.

“Enak, but the massage hurts, dear. The mother massaged my chest too tightly, until now still feels pain,” Kailla fights, cupping her twin mounds.

“Really?” Pram took off his headset.

Kailla nodded, showing her adorable face. “Ya, he said so that the origin is quickly out,” explained Kailla.

“Badness the mother. If this is mine to blister, I will make a calculation with it,” Cerocos Pram, open. Without saying much, the man closed the laptop and put it on the table.

“Starting today, I was the one who squeezed it if it could make the essence out a lot,” god again.

Pram smilingly looked at Kailla, after two days of seeing her wife lying in a gurney. It was only the third day that she could see Kailla sitting down and start to spirt on her again.

“Still sick?” ask Pram. Looking at Kailla who was unable to sit comfortably, occasionally grimaced every move.

“Still ...”

“If moving sick, especially if coughing,” complains Kailla.

“I'm sorry,” Pram whispered, grabbed Kailla's shoulder and held her tight.

Pram kisses on the top of his wife's head along with the door open. Appeared Mother Citra with a happy face, clutching one of her grandchildren. Too hypnotized by the tiny baby charm in her hands, the elderly woman did not even care about her surroundings.

Following behind, the two caregivers while pushing the crib. Where the other baby is asleep.

“Aih, my grandson is handsome once.” Ibu Citra still admired her granddaughter. Dropping her body on the couch, with the back of a finger rubbing the smooth cheeks of an unknown tiny baby, explains the baby Bent or Baby Kent.

“Pram, this is how to distinguish it. Why they look so similar,” protest Mother Citra.

“I have not found a noticeable difference on his face other than the body size of one larger, one slightly smaller,” continued Ibu Citra.

“I just don't know yet, Ma,” says Pram honestly.

During her time in the hospital, Pram spent more time with Kailla than her babies who were handled by both caregivers. For now, Pram does choose to focus on his wife rather than her twins. In addition to post-operative recovery, Kailla also needs support to be able to breastfeed both babies to the maximum. And it's not an easy job.

The man walked to the cot, where the other baby slept. Smiling stared at the innocent face asleep in peace.

“What was last night they were fussy, Ma'am?” pram asked, looking unblinkingly. The baby that Pram believes is Baby Kent. His size is slightly smaller than his older brother Baby Bent.

“Yes, they seem hungry. While being formula-fed until the milk comes out,” explains Kinara.

Without asking further, Pram slipped his left hand on the nape of the baby and his right hand on the tiny buttocks wrapped in a white bedong. Take him into the sling. Looks agile and not stiff at all.

Not the first experience for Pram, of course he is used to it. In fact, he has ended parenting the baby's mother who was once more fussy. Rampaging without clarity every night.

“Kai, you don't want to learn to suckle?” tanya Pram, hand over baby Kent to Kailla's arms.

“Must now?” kailla asked, confused. However, Kailla kept her baby warm.

“Yes, but I don't know what to do. Yesterday I couldn't move, the scar still hurt.”

“I'll call the nurse,” proulan Pram.

***

The baby who was asleep was now crying in Kailla's arms. Still accompanied by nurses, baby Kent began to learn to suck his milk. Nothing came out, the baby who had been so eager to suck, finally went berserk.

Tight cry of baby Kent, fishing cry baby Bent still in the arms of Mother Citra. The two cried together, creating a buzz in the previously silent treatment room. Pram smilingly stood in front of Kailla with both hands tucked in the pockets of her pants.

Staring at the scenery that really made him overwhelmed. His little wife was busy teaching one of his sons to recognize the natural pacifier, the place where their food intake was sourced. At least Pram has to make sure and trust Kailla to give breast milk in the first six months of their twins.

“Baby Kent is smart suck. Let's get excited, honey. Later also can out the asinya.” Pram crouched down in front of Kailla, rubbing the tops of his wife's heads. Trying to provide support.

“Yes, but this is nothing out at all. How can spirit. They rampage together,” complained Kailla.

“Yes, it's okay. Also out.” later

The sweaty forehead that was busy calming the baby got a warm kiss gift from Pram.

“Give it to the sisters only. They'll calm him down for you.” Finally Pram made a sound, after seeing the overwhelmed Kailla and their baby's cries never stopped.

***

Third day overnight in hospital. The room atmosphere was quiet again. Their babies along with Kin and Bin in the next room, accompanied by Citra's mother who insisted on staying at the hospital.

“Still a spoonful more,” said Pram, feeding the last team rice into Kailla's mouth. Dinner that was a few hours late.

“Honey, why does this taste bad?” kailla asked, rubbing her chest that felt swollen and hardened.

“What does it feel like?” pram asked, frowning. His hands cupped together in Kailla's left chest, figuring out what was happening.

“Nyeri, Darling. Is it because it was massaged too tight so it is now swollen?” kailla asked innocently.

Pram. The two hands of the man seemed busy tying up Kailla's hair that was in a mess. Disturbing his wife's vision.

“Which hair is it, honey?” pram asked, having managed to make a ponytail in his wife's long hair.

“This!” Kailla thrust out a lacy hairband that had been coiled around her wrist.

During the treatment, Pram really took care of it with details. From feeding her, accompanying her to the bathroom to small things like tying her hair. Everything was done for him.

“Do not be naughty again from now on, Kai,” Pram said after finishing tying Kailla's hair. The man bent down, aligning his height so that he could look at Kailla closer.

“Ya.” Kailla answered briefly. Show off a smile with white teeth neatly lined up.

“Before there was baby Bent and baby Kent, if you act I will try to understand and give in. If now, want the drop of the Greek god or Lee Min Ho though, I will blast his head with a weapon if you dare to disturb the mother of my children,” threatened Pram, knocking Kailla's forehead with the tip of his index finger.

Kailla was aghast, looking at Pram's serious face.

“Because Kailla Riadi Dirgantara is not only mine, but belongs to my children as well,” continued Pram, peeling soft lips Kailla who still has not lost surprised him.

“I will fight for the rights of my children, Kai,” asserted Pram, in between his kisses.

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