The President's Wife

Chapter 72: Your Husband is Still Alive, Honey

“Honey, he'll be treated next to mama's room!” kailla said suddenly, looking at the photo on David's phone screen.

Pram was flabbergasted, hurriedly turning off his phone screen. Surprised by the information being conveyed as well as shocked by the presence of Kailla who was already standing beside him. Too focused on the crazy rich, to not notice his wife was standing on the side.

“Honey, who is he?” Kailla began with her curiosity.

“I don't know him,” sahut Pram origin.

Not until David knows a lot about Ditya and Kailla's relationship. Calmly, pulled Kailla sitting on her lap. Trying to distract.

“Dave can leave us,” pinta Pram, wink at his assistant.

David according. A dozen years working with Pram, he has understood the habits of his superiors, with just a blink of an eye.

The two were still silent, staring at the door of the room closing slowly. If Kailla is enjoying sitting on her husband's lap, it's different from Pram.

The man was digesting all the information that David was conveying. Pram has to rack his brains, figure out how to keep Kailla away from Ditya. Minimizing access that could have been a container they met again. As much as possible he would guard Kailla with his own hands.

Ditya is no ordinary person. Looking at his family background, Pram believes the man only needs to point at it for sure he can meet Kailla anytime, anywhere he wants.

Compared to Ditya, he was still far behind. In terms of sustainability, power, may include good looks. What made her above the wind was her status that was Kailla's husband. But other than that, he's nothing. Especially when it comes to age, Ditya is ten years younger than him.

“Tell me, Kai. You know where Ditya is?” pram asked, trying to be as calm as possible.

“Yang on the phone Ditya? Who sent me the giant flower?” Kailla made sure again.

Smile engraved on his lips, it turns out that his secret admirer is the handsome occupant of the next room. His hands looked at each other on the chest, a smile spread with thoughts floating everywhere.

“Your husband is still alive, dear,” Pram chirped. Looking at the flowery expression of Kailla.

“Tell me where did you cheat on me?” pram asked, still trying to calm down.

Looking blind in her husband's eyes, Kailla hesitantly replied. ”But promise not to be angry with me,” her plea with adorable look.

Kailla has moved. Still sitting on her lap, but this time she chose to face her husband a little. With her right hand on her husband's shoulder.

“I went wrong in the room, yesterday,” Kailla said, looking down. Worried the answer will trigger the husband's emotions because of his carelessness.

“You mean?” ask Pram, take it seriously. His fingers were going through the curves of the lips of the wife. Gently rubbing those blushing lips with her index tip.

“I...I accidentally entered in his room, when you were meeting. Remember, when I brought a plate of fried noodles. Earlier, I was wrong, went into his room.”

Kaila hurriedly sailed her fingers to her husband's fingers. Hopefully what is done can reduce Pram's anger.

“What do you guys do?” pram asked, looking back to find out, looking fixedly at Kailla's bead.

“No!” Kailla answered briefly, this time spoiledly leaning against Pram's chest. Still looking for ways not to get sprayed.

“You didn't lie to me?” ask the husband who began to fall asleep not because of.

Kailla shook her head strongly, then buried her face in the chest of the husband.

“I didn't do anything. Just smile and apologize for wrongly entering the room,” murmured Kailla.

Silent. Pram didn't talk nor did he ask again. Just stared fixedly at his wife in silence.

“Ahhhhh, you don't be mad at me! I didn't do anything with that handsome Greek god droplet,” snorted Kailla misbehaved. Almost tore at the sight of Pram who kept staring at him without blinking.

Pram chuckled, seeing Kailla's overreaction. Want to get angry, stop it. When his wife looks so adorable like this.

“Prove that it is still full of Reynaldi Pratama,” pinta Pram, pointing to his wife's chest.

“What do you want?” kailla asked, smiling seductively.

“I want a baby, right now,” says Pram half joking.

“Huh! Indeed I determine pregnant or not,” complained Kailla upset.

The two burly hands immediately hugged tightly, not giving Kailla a chance to revolt. He whispered softly in his wife's ears.

“The household is based on trust. And I'm trying to give you that trust even when I'm not sure myself. But I'm trying to trust all your words.”

Pram sighed, before continuing his words.

“I might be able to manage your life, Kai. But I can't control your feelings. Only you can control what you feel, Kai.”

“I didn't do anything with him. Even we are not acquainted,” said Kailla, whispering softly.

Putting his chin on his wife's shoulder, Pram whispered back.

“No need to say anything. I trust you. Just remember, Kai. Wherever you are, with anyone. There's a Reynaldi Pratama waiting for you with love in one corner of this world.”

Kailla turned around, hugging her husband tightly. There were two tears dripping down her cheeks.

***

Her night.

After a second thought, Pram decided to move the mother's nursery. Besides, they would go home every day. He and Kailla will not stay at the hospital again, considering that Ibu Citra has improved his condition.

Not only that, from tomorrow Kailla does not need to look after her mother after college. Pram had already paid the nurse and had Mother Ida stand guard at the hospital. And if her mother wants Kinar back, she doesn't mind. His wife will not be there.

Tonight, after returning home from work, Pram and Kailla return to see their mother in a new room. Just opening the door, they were already startled with a table full of five-star hotel food. Complete with a flower arrangement that is almost the same as received last afternoon.

“Ma, what is this?” ask Pram wonder. Looking at the scene before his eyes, almost in disbelief.

“All this was sent by the hospital,” explained Ms Citra, pointing towards the food that had been partially eaten, left behind that was left on the table.

“That too,” is obviously Mother Citra, when she saw Pram lifting a giant flower arrangement of ivory and pink combinations.

Back tucked greeting card. Kailla immediately pulled the card that was still attached to the bouquet of roses, reading it slowly.

Pram looked at his wife. The look on Kailla's face turned bright, with a smile on her lips. Repeatedly, Kailla reread the greeting card. And spelled the sender's name without sound.

“Ditya Halim Hadinata,” he said without a sound. But Pram can still read those lips.

“Darling, who is he? Why does he know my name?” ask Kailla wonder. But the happiness that radiated on his face could not be hidden.

Pram. Choose to hide all the facts that he already knows. He should know clearly what the motive of the Ditya sending his wife flowers and gifts was. Even the man could know his new mother's nursery.

Doesn't the man know that he's playing with someone's wife right now. With a rough step, Pram entrust his mother and wife to Bayu. He planned to meet Ditya directly, the man did not know himself.

With clenched hands and hardened jaws trying to hide, Pram bailed with his mother.

“Ma, I have business with the doctor. Hopefully mama can go home as soon as possible,” said Pram.

“Honey, where are you going?” kailla asked, starting to read something was wrong with her husband.

“I have to see a doctor. Who knows you can go home tonight,” whispered Pram, gently rubbing the back of his wife who was still holding a flower arrangement on her chest.

Kailla nodded.

Bayu who began to understand the feelings of his employer's heart, felt unsettled. Pram is currently in bad shape. Bayu knows, Pram is jealous at the highest level. And it will be difficult to stop if you meet a balanced opponent. But he could do nothing but obey all the commandments.

***

Pram was already standing in front of the room that he said was occupied by Ditya. The room was right next to her mother's nursery before being moved. He had no idea how he could be lost this time.

It was seen that he was banging roughly on the door of the room that Ditya occupied.

Buk up!Buk up!Buk up! Pram banged rough with his fist.

“Open the door, Brengs”ek!!!” yell Pram.

Just as he was about to bang back, his hands were still clenched in the air.

Chequek! The door of the room was open.

To be continued

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