The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 10. Keep Distance 5 Meters!

“Kai.” Pram follows Kailla, who has run out of the apartment unit and into the elevator.

Immediately Pram grabbed the car keys and ran towards the parking lot of his car in the basement.

Pram's own apartment unit was on the 3rd floor so he decided to use the emergency stairs to shorten the time. Waiting for the elevator will only waste a little longer.

After being in the car, Pram immediately drove his car to the main lobby of the apartment to catch up with Kailla. I hope the girl hasn't found a taxi. He couldn't let Kailla go home in a taxi.

Sure enough, once in the lobby looks like Kailla is getting into a taxi. Pram decides to take a taxi that Kailla is riding. In the car, Pram repeatedly tries to contact Kailla's phone, but the call is always rejected. Kaila did not want to talk to him at all.

“Arrrhgh! Come on dong Kai, pick up the phone,” said Pram a little upset. Her breath was still up and down, having to run from the emergency stairs all the way to her car in order not to lose track of Kailla.

Because Kailla did not receive his call, Pram was forced to overtake a taxi that Kailla boarded after feeling the situation of the highway is safe.

Citt. The sound of car tires rubbing against the asphalt because the taxi driver stopped the car speed suddenly.

Brucks. Kailla's body sitting in the back seat was suddenly thrown forward and her head hit the back of the chair in front of her.

“What's up, Sir?” kailla asked the taxi driver. He looks like he rubbed his banged head.

“It, Mom. Suddenly there was a car overtaking from behind and immediately stopped suddenly in front,” said the driver.

Pram came down and knocked on the windshield on the driver's side.

Tok .. tok.

“Sorry, Sir. I want to pick up my future wife who is sitting in the back seat of the taxi Mr.” explained Pram as soon as the driver lowered the car window. It looks like Pram took out his wallet from his pants pocket and showed his ID card and business card.

The taxi driver stared at the ID card shown by Pram, then turned to look at Kailla who was sitting quietly without comment in the back seat.

“Okay how this is, Sir. I'm also dizzy" chauffeur chirped.

Without waiting for the taxi driver to answer, Pram immediately grabbed the passenger door handle where Kailla was sitting with a look of regret.

“Kai, let's get down. Om will drive you home,” Pinta Pram gently tries to persuade Kailla.

Pram knows, at a time like this Kailla cannot be treated harshly. There, the girl is even more rebellious.

Kailla remained silent, as if not hearing all of Pram's words. He chose to take out his phone and play his favorite game.

“Come, Kai. It's already night. It will soon rain. Already started drizzling.” Pram tried to persuade again.

Kaila stared no, stayed focused on her phone. Sometimes he snorted annoyedly without caring about Pram who was standing earlier at the car door.

“Come, Kai,” said Pram again while grabbing Kailla's hand, directly pushed rough by the owner.

“Jalanan, Sir,” command Kailla to taxi driver suddenly.

“But ... Bu.” The taxi driver was hesitant to run the taxi.

Seeing Kailla who still does not consider her existence, plus the confusion of the driver, Pram finally chose to give up. He walked in, sat down next to Kailla and closed the taxi door.

“Jalan just, Sir. As per the order of this Miss,” pinta Pram to the taxi driver.

“Already dong, Kai,” persuade Pram, still staring at Kailla. Slowly, he shifted his seat closer and closer to Kailla. Trying to grab the girl's body to get close to her. However, Kailla pushed him strongly, plus a powerful punch in Pram's chest.

“Aww! Pain, Kai.” Pram complains, responding to Kailla's sudden blow. The taxi driver who peeked out of the rearview mirror could only shake his head.

“Luckily the wife at home used to not get this bad! Hehe ...”

“Kai ..” Back Pram calling. This time he chose to grab the hand of Kailla who was holding her phone. Again his hand was thrown rough.

Throughout the journey Pram continues to persuade Kailla, but the girl remains unwilling to respond at all.

“Stop in front, Sir.” Suddenly, Kailla gave orders to the taxi driver. He can't linger in a car with Pram. The more he heard Pram's voice, the more his frustration grew.

“Kai, this is still pretty far from home. Moreover, this is raining, Kai,” said Pram confused, trying to prevent.

“Taxia for Om only, I can find another taxi,” Kailla said as she opened the taxi door and ran to the bus stop on the left side of the road. It appears he covered his head with a bag so as not to get too wet exposed to rainwater.

“Ya Lord ... This child,” murmured Pram was upset.

Immediately he spent a hundred thousand rupiah and handed it to the taxi driver.

“This Sir, the change is for you. Thank you,” said Pram briefly. Soon he ran out following Kailla who was already standing at the bus stop.

It had just caught up, but Kailla was already staring at it sharply.

“Stop, keep distance five meters!” Kailla said as she pointed her index finger towards Pram.

“Kai, Om raining.” Pram tries to persuade the girl who is in maximum upset mode.

“I said stop, if Om dares to come closer, I will get out of the stop. Choose me the rain or Om?” Kailla made an offer.

Pram combed his hair back with his hands because it was wet with rain water. The heavy rain blurred his sight. Many times he had to rub his face.

“Yes God ... Kaillas. I still have to work tomorrow. Come dong, stop rambling like a child.” Pram said while shouting because the sound of rain was quite noisy.

But Kailla remained unmoved, not even looking. He let Pram rain. Pram, the man can only be patient. If he forced Kailla this time, he was sure that the girl was willing to get wet in order to avoid him.

Thirty minutes passed, the rain began to subside. Pram was still standing staring at Kailla who was sitting at the stop while playing her phone. Pram's body was getting cold. Linger in a wet state like this, it is not impossible tomorrow he threatened not to be able to go to the office. Finally, Pram pulled out his cell phone from his pants pocket and contacted his assistant.

“Dave, please grab a car in my apartment. The car keys are in the closet drawer next to the entrance. Code 214365.” Pram gave the order.

“Yes, Sir. Which car, sir?” David asked back.

“Serah, whichever one. Bring it here, a moment .. I saw first this address where,” said Pram. His eyes were busy looking for a road sign.

“Oh, yes. Jalan Cendrawasih 5, precisely at the Cendrawasih Stop. And please take my clothes and pants in my closet. Bring them here too. Thirty minutes, no wear for long.” Pram turned off his phone while staring at Kailla back.

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Tbc