The President's Wife

Chapter 69: Ditya Halim Hadinata

According to Pram, go inside the bathroom to find out. His eyes were fixed on the foreign object he had just seen this time. An elongated flat object dipped in a small container filled with liquid, placed on a sink table.

“How do I see this result,” said Pram frozen in place, lifting the container filled with liquid slowly, afraid to spill.

“Honey, this how to see it?” yelled Pram, still in the bathroom. Four years married, he had never used it at all. In Kailla's first pregnancy, his wife checked alone without her involvement. Even she did not know knowing, suddenly got the news that Kailla was already positively pregnant.

“One negative line, two positive lines,” Kailla said. He threw himself back on the couch. Drowsiness makes her lazy to think, especially if she is sure not pregnant. There was no change in his body. He was not too late for the moon.

“Honey, this is no line,” cried Pram again. The handsome man stood at the bathroom door, watching the test pack closely.

“Take the marker, make your own line,” joking Kailla. Laugh after saying it.

“Wait a minute, later appear yourself,” explains Kailla again. Can't bear to work on her husband who is so impatient waiting for the test results.

Apparently behind the strong refusal to not want to have children all this time, Pram has a very big desire to immediately have a baby.

Hening— No more Pram noise that never stop asking about how the test pack works. Feeling that something was wrong with her husband who was no longer speaking, Kailla finally followed her to the bathroom.

“Honey, what's up?” ask Kailla wonder. Staring at the back of her husband who was looking at the urine container in his left hand and the test pack in his right hand. Researched, examined, carefully observed not in the shortest tempo.

“Kai, you sure filled this container with urine, not tap water, right?” tanya Pram still refuses to believe the results of one line that plastered real in the test pack. Back he stared at the container that holds, the water looks more yellow than ordinary tap water.

“Try drinking if you don't believe,” says Kailla relaxed.

The husband and wife were standing side by side in front of the sink staring in the same direction, a testpack showing a line.

“Kai, have my four years decreased?” ask Pram suddenly. Breaking the silence that was created a few minutes ago. None of them opened their voices.

“I'm only twenty-four years old, there are still many opportunities for us to have a baby,” said Kailla, slowly. Still trying to encourage her husband.

“Why when we want him, he does not want to come,” said Pram slowly. His voice choked, there was a sudden sense of guilt filling the recesses of his heart. She wasted her time and opportunity of 3.5 years to have children. And now he gets his sentence.

“Maybe not. We can still fight to get it.” Kailla continues to entertain. Her hands were tightly hugging her husband's waist.

“I'm sorry,” whispered Pram in the end his defense collapsed. Replying, hugging his wife tightly. Right now Pram is hiding his own feelings, crying inwardly.

Maybe for some people this result looks ordinary, but not for Pram. In her young age, she still has to fight for a child, the fruit of love that will bind her and Kailla for life.

Pram tried to cover up his disappointment. He had already nurtured high hopes for a satisfactory result this time around. Reflecting on their experience was so easy. Even then, they did not plan it.

If you calculate Kailla's gestational age first, there is a possibility that the baby was present at the first time they did it. And Pram still hopes the miracle will remain now. But the Lord said otherwise, the results are not in line with his expectations.

Bad thoughts came to the surface. Assume and suppose to fill his brain.

“Kai, suppose we can't have children, you how?” ask Pram suddenly. He still rests his head on Kailla's shoulder.

“Why talk like that? I've been pregnant with your child, must be all right,” entertain Kailla, soothe, gently rub her husband's back.

“Only, maybe we haven't been given now. But surely we can have it,” continued Kailla. His hand rubbed Pram's hair gently again. Kaila knew her husband was being hit.

“If not?” Pram still insists on asking. I want to hear Kailla's answer.

Kailla sighed before answering.

“The medical world is advancing now. If you can't get it the normal way, you can get it by insemination, tube babies or whatever. Don't think about it,” entertain Kailla.

“If the opportunity is no longer there?” Pram still forced to know.

“We adopt!” sahut Kailla was relaxed.

“Why do you think that far. Everything's gonna be fine. Let's go to sleep, I'm still sleepy,” whine Kailla.

Pram according to, he is still in shock with the results of the test pack that was unexpected. With a shunt, it follows Kailla who drags her out of the bathroom. Due to lack of caution, he nudged the urine container placed on the sink table. Pram tried to dodge, but the container had already spilled over his hands and the tip of his shirt.

The sound of the falling container startled Kailla, immediately turning around and ascertaining what had happened.

“Oh no!!” peekkik Kailla, take off Pram's hand instantly. Her husband was frozen where he stood. Staring at the urine spill with a gaze that was difficult to express.

“Honey, you don't come near!” threaten Kailla when she sees Pram's wet hands.

Pram immediately washed his hands accompanied by the laughter of Kailla who broke.

“That's because you accused me of holding tap water in a container. So given concrete evidence, if it really is water..hahahaha.!” Kailla ran away.

“Which is going to go? Come here!” pram said, annoyed to see Kailla tease him. Roughly remove the shirt, throw it into the corner of the bathroom.

“Here you!” pram's orders, code it with his hands to get Kailla close.

The laughter came to a halt as Pram managed to catch up and overthrow him. Dropped the petite body with that messy shirt onto the sofa, then overstretched and locked it with its burly body.

“Kai..” said Pram in between his breath.

Hening—

“I'm happy to be first for you. Please allow me to be the last in your life and death.”

“Maybe I am selfish, but when I am no longer in the world, I want Kailla Riadi Dirgantara to remain mine,” Pram continued, closing her eyes. Blinked his eyes, holding the water that collected in his eyelids so as not to fall.

“Why talk like this?” kailla asked with teary eyes.

“Please promise me, Kai. We'll be like this until we age. Even when the breath is out of the body, I want us to be in the same hole,” pinta Pram.

Kaila stared, but Pram's statement and question seemed serious. Seen from the look of the face that was waiting for his answer. In the end Kailla nodded.

“Do not just nod. Those eyes are guarded, don't look that tight a little, your brain is everywhere!” pram's nagging suddenly. Sentilan landed on Kailla's forehead, accompanied by pinching on both of her cheeks.

“Tomorrow, if I find out that I am still smiling with other men, I will kill him in front of your eyes,” threatened Pram.

“Ah... I accidentally saw. How else, God created these eyes to enjoy the beauty of the world. And those handsome men are one of the wonders of the world,” Kailla reasoned.

***

Early in the morning, Pram had already left for the office with Bayu, leaving the well-groomed Kailla ready for campus. Just wait for Sam to pick you up. Tired of waiting in her in-laws' room, Kailla chose to wait for Sam in the lobby.

“Ma, I'm going to college. If you need anything, you can call me,” said to Kailla, kissed her mother-in-law's hand.

A warm smile presented Mother Citra to him. Spending more time with Kailla made Mother Citra's heart soften a little. Although not fully accepted.

“Bu, I leave mama,”, Kailla told Mother Ida who was preparing breakfast for her in-laws.

Just stepping out of the room, Kailla's eyes were fixed on a handsome patient with a Greek god in a wheelchair right in front of the door with the nurse. The man smiled, and so did Kailla. The smile of the two had only come to a halt as Sam shouted from a distance.

“Non Kailla, sorry to pick up late,” cried Sam, running over.

“Let's go now,” take Kailla with you, throw a final smile at the neighbor's room before it passes leaving the man who was quietly staring at his back disappearing behind the elevator door.

***

That afternoon was like the day before, Pram visited his mother every lunch hour. Kailla is still stuck in traffic on the road, and may arrive at the hospital a little late. Pram's footsteps came to a halt, as a courier from the florist asked him.

“Sorry, is this A2 nursery?” ask courier politely.

“Iya, what's up?” ask Pram wonder. His eyes were fixed on a large bouquet of red roses.

“This is a flower delivery for Miss Kailla. Is it true in this room there is a one named Kailla?” ask the courier to make sure.

Pram nodded unconsciously. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful bouquet that was still in the hand of the courier.

“This Sir, I'm delivering the order. The address in room A2,” is obviously a courier, handing over a flower arrangement that also features a greeting card tucked there.

Pram receives, while reading the greeting card. “This is from whom?”

“On the card there is the name of the sender, Sir,” is obviously the courier.

“Thanks!” said Pram waltzed into the room, not asking any further. He understood the man was just a courier and knew nothing.

His feelings are mixed. It is difficult to express in words. The sender's name kept ringing in his brain.

“Ditya Halim Hadinata.” Pram re-spells a familiar-sounding foreign name in the ear.

***

To be continued

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