The True Love of the Ceo

His name is Baby Attar.

The day that awaited has arrived. It's time for Lila to go back to their apartment. Rest there until his condition recovers, and will be taken home to a new home that Iam has prepared for him.

"Mas, where are you going?" lila asked, when she saw Iam getting away from her.

"Find a wheelchair, get Lila. Why?" her question is turning the body.

"No, Lila's on foot." Lila stood alone, Iam looking at her a little worriedly. But, Lila herself did not seem to be sick at all.

"My wife is a strong woman." she said.

"Strong, the operation is also expensive. Aye right? How many abis?"

"Hssst, no cost. If you had to spend billions of dollars to keep our son alive, I would." replied Iam, back with teary eyes. Lila just walked over and hugged him tightly.

"Udah, no papa. Lila was wrong too. We'll drop by the tomb, okay? Lila miss our son. What's name?"

"Attar Adi prawira. That, I've been preparing for a long time. You, don't go there." Pinta Iam. Lila raised her head, "Why?"

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow when our son is in the aqiqah, after forty days of age. I promise."

"Maasss," whined Lila. But he finally nodded, because he understood Iam's desire for him. "Yes," she said.

Iam took him out. Not much luggage, because all have been brought Mba Dinnar and Duta waiting for them in the car. The usual grip of the hand never left before they arrived at the place they were headed.

"Where's mom?"

"Wait home, same Aul. They cook well he said, Lila's favorite."

"May I eat a spit?"

"Yes, just a few minutes. The wound will be sore, or gatel. It's not good."

"Haish, patience... Thirty-seven days to go." He stroked his chest.

"What?" toleh Lila, walk backwards facing Iam.

"Ah, ingga. Let's go home. They wait for him later." Iam turned Lila's hand, so that her body would turn around like a person dancing. Lila was happy and laughing, so she did it over and over again.

"Eh, that. Even the pleasure." rebuked Iam, catching his wife's waist to stop.

"Lila never danced,"

"Tomorrow we'll make a dance. Or dinner keeps dancing there."

"Well, can you?"

"Engga. How to carry you." Iam ambushed his wife's body, and immediately carried her Bridal-style. "Then, the man from earlier was waiting." He took Lila's body quickly to his car.

"Hey, what's the sling? Why not use a wheelchair?" ask Mba Dinnar. Iam took his wife down, who was looking at the nurse's face. "Hehe, sorry. I haven't been traveling together for a long time. Even though it's a hospital."

"Ish, you guys are, weird. Good thing I understand." ledek Mba Dinnar. He opened the door, and helped Lila in. Iam sat in front, with the Ambassador being asked to be his driver.

"Lila is healed. Meaning, the contract is done?" ask Mba Dinnar, who again has to lose his job. In fact, if Baby attar is born safe, he will also be a good Baby sitter for the crown prince.

"Mba, the contract will be completed when Lila is fully healed. Later, I will give you a better job. Although not with her nurse's diploma, because it broke up. But, at least a High School diploma exists." replied Iam.

"Eh, don't do it, Mas. Sorry, but said Mas Iwan, he will change. I don't know what, he said he wouldn't, if I was tired again. Yesterday, because take care of Lila, so be it. After this, I should focus on being a housewife. Want to, pregnant program." her nod blushed in embarrassment.

Lila simply nodded, and gave their prayers and full support. In fact, Iam offers for a program, and will finance it to success.