The President's Wife

Chapter 73: I'm Interested In Mother's Daughter

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.

A young woman in a blue uniform opens the door. Both of his hands were hugging the messy white sheets.

“Sorry, what's wrong Sir,” the woman asked, a little scared. Anyone would shrivel seeing Pram's terrible expression. Unfriendly, clenched hands, hardened and stiff facial lines. Not to mention the sharp eyes and the cynical staring.

Pram did not answer, circulating his gaze into the room. Another woman was mopping the floor of the room. Seeing the activity in the room, Pram felt no need to ask again. He was no longer in that room.

“Sorry!”

Pram turned around without speaking again. Trying to soak up his own emotions. The goal now is to see a doctor. Ask for certainty when her mother can return home. Too long in the hospital, not the mother getting healthier. He might lose his wife.

For the first time he regretted choosing the best hospital in this city which took place under the banner of Halim Group which is already famous throughout the country. Not because of the exorbitant price, but Ditya, the son of the hospital owner has crossed the territorial line.

With quick steps, he went to the doctor to ask that his mother be allowed to go home right now. But he forgot one thing, the doctor who handled his mother was off duty at night. And the return procedure must pass several examinations and permission from the doctor first.

Again, good luck was not on his side. Pram is only connected via cell phone with the doctor. As per the agreement, it was finally decided tomorrow afternoon. But previously Ms Citra had to go through a series of examinations to make sure her condition was completely stable and there were no problems with her health.

***

The handsome man stepped back into his mother's nursery. It was seen that Ibu Citra was talking to Kailla, occasionally laughing. The giant flower arrangement just lay on the table.

A little different from Kailla's response the first time, now that his wife looks ordinary, there is no more happy face like before. Pram approaches his two loved ones and suddenly hugs Kailla from behind.

“What are you guys gossiping about?” pram asked, putting his head on his wife's shoulder. His gaze was fixed on the mama who smiled at him.

“When can you go home, Pram? Tired of being here,” asked Ibu Citra. Refusing to answer her daughter's questions, she instead asked.

“Tomorrow. But I have to wait for the doctor first. I'm here again tomorrow. Tonight Kailla and I slept at home, yes,” Pram explained, peeping his wife's shoulders in front of her.

The current Pram feeling was difficult to describe. Jealousy slips. If you're not with Kailla and her mom, she wants to destroy everything in the room. Moreover, the more you see the flower arrangement, the more you provoke emotions.

“Kai, we go home now yes,” pinta Pram, tighten back his embrace. Scuffed the niche of his wife's neck gently.

“Darling, you why?” kailla asked suspiciously, gently patting her husband's head resting on her shoulder.

“I'm sleepy. Can we go home now,” pinta Pram with spoiled. Smiling at his mother.

“Remember Pram's age. Not a child anymore,” chirped Mother Citra, when she saw her son was spoiling with his daughter-in-law.

After persuading and seducing with all their efforts, Ibu Citra finally allowed them to return home. Both were in the car, with Bayu driving.

Along the way there were no serious conversations, only occasionally Pram muttered indistinctly while hugging his wife.

“Kai, you don't wonder who Ditya is?” ask Pram suddenly.

“Hah?! You still remember it. I've even forgotten about it. But she's so sweet, sending me flowers over and over again.” Kailla said.

“You touched? Touched?” ask Pram again. His confidence was completely shattered at this moment. Even he rudely asked Kailla to leave the flower arrangement in the hospital alone.

“Which woman does not like flowers. Whichever woman is untouchable is treated as sweetly as that,” Kailla said, grabbing her husband's hand. Agilely linking his fingers to Pram's fingers.

“But I love you,” continued Kailla. Her eyes glanced at Bayu before putting her lips on the husband.

“Really?” pram asked, confirming the sentence that had just come out of his wife's tiny lips.

“Iya.” Kailla nodded. Smiling as usual.

“Kai, tomorrow I will buy you the following flowers with his shop,” gumman Pram, chuckles.

“Then, what else do you want. Tell me, I will obey all your requests. Just don't ask for divorce from me,” continued Pram again.

“I don't want anything. I just want a pink bag, which you haven't had time to buy for me,” Kailla said.

***

Next day.

That afternoon, as usual, Kailla was in the hospital with Sam delivered. He and his assistants have not been routine to the campus anymore, only occasionally to see a lecturer. A few days ago, he started working on his script. She really wanted to finish her studies soon and be able to focus on her pregnancy program.

Pram's sad heart as soon as he saw the results of one line in the test pack still loomed in his eyes. For a smile on her husband's face, she should try to get pregnant. Moreover, Pram is no longer young, the desire to have a baby is much bigger than him at this time.

“Ma, everything has been prepared?” kailla asked, helping Ms. Citra put on her sweater.

“Already. Pram where?” mother Citra asked, seeing her daughter-in-law only coming alone.

“I came here with Sam. Pram is on his way. He went to the office first,” Kailla said.

Ida's mother, who was cleaning all her employer's luggage, was seen crouching in a corner putting dirty clothes in a bag.

Kailla was still talking to her in-laws, when a nurse came into the room followed by a handsome man in a white suit, carrying a bouquet of red roses in his right hand and shopping bag with a famous brand logo centered in Paris.

Deg—

The two women of different ages were shocked. Mother Citra who had never seen that handsome figure was immediately flabbergasted. Different expressions shown by Kailla who had met even though they had never met each other.

“Sorry disturb. How are you, Mom?,” said Ditya with his heavy voice.

Introduce me Ditya Halim Hadinata,” he said. With a slight bow, while introducing himself to Mother Citra.

“I had become a neighbor of mother in the previous treatment room. Also had several times passed by Mother's daughter,” he said again, smiling at Kailla.

His hand immediately handed over a bouquet of red roses to Kailla.

“For you,” said Ditya. Then focus on Mother Citra. Put the shopping bag on the bed, the place where Ibu Citra is sitting at this time.

The eyes of Ibu Citra were stunned to see shopping bags with their favorite brand logo. Seeing the appearance of the young and handsome man in front of him, he was sure that the contents inside the shopping bag must be expensive items.

“Sorry what need ya?” ask Mother Citra astonished. His gaze probed, observing the man who introduced himself as Ditya Halim Hadinata from head to toe, from head to toe,

From appearance, style of speech, gestures and aroma. She is not a random person,” Inner Mother Citra.

I came here to introduce myself directly. I'm interested in Mom's daughter, Kailla.” Ditya explained the intent of his arrival, occasionally glancing towards Kailla who was standing on the spot. Still can't believe what he's hearing.

Ibu Citra was silent. Can't say anything. His voice choked, still unable to accept such a sudden occurrence.

“If you don't mind, I want to ask permission to get to know your daughter further,” explained Ditya again.

Silent. Everything in the room was frozen. Mother Ida who was still busy with dirty clothes stopped her activities immediately. Only the nurse could be seen smacking his smile, standing behind Ditya.

Ditya's gaze was fixed on the ring that was coiled on Kailla's ring finger.

"Oh shit! I should have ascertained his status first," said Ditya in heart.

To be continued

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