The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 100: Starting to Refute

As soon as the elevator door leading her to the 1st floor opened, Pram immediately ran out. He was already unconcerned with the astonished gazes of his staff. The goal now is to find Bayu and ask for his explanation.

“What happened?” pram asked after being right in front of Bayu. They are currently in the KRD office. It looks like Pram is holding back his anger at the moment.

“Once the Boss contacted me, I went straight to the loby to wait for Non Kailla. But until now I did not see Non Kailla coming out of the elevator,” explained Bayu while bowed.

“My first problem has arrived!” say baby in heart.

“Where were you?” Pram asked. His gaze was still the same, sharp and ready to pounce.

“Sorry Boss, when the boss called me, I was having lunch,” Bayu said.

“Let's see you!” pram's orders. He also couldn't possibly scold Bayu.

Just now Pram was about to call Kailla's cell phone number, but from a distance Pram noticed Kailla was walking slowly towards them. Pram's eyes rounded when he realized Kailla had been on the streets of Vienna without anyone's supervision.

It was seen that Kailla slowed her pace when she was close to Pram. There was fear on her beautiful face. He realized his mistake, who quietly left without telling anyone.

“Where have you been Kai?” pram asked as Kailla stood before him with her head down.

Kaila looked at Pram and Bayu alternately, before looking down again. No answer at all.

“Turn me this time! I took too long to walk.”

Seeing Kailla who was still silent and would not answer, Pram again opened his voice.

“Bay, please pack the things in my workspace. Ask Pieter to help you!” pram's orders to Bayu. He now has to talk to his wife. Something's wrong with Kailla like that.

With a single jolt, he grabbed Kailla's hand and took her into a parked car not far from where they were standing.

“Log in!” pram's orders, half pushed Kailla into the car, followed by sitting inside.

“Pak, can leave us!” pram orders on their driver who was deliberately chosen by Pieter who can master Indonesian to make it easier for him and Kailla.

“What do you want Kai?” pram asked after leaving the two of them in the car. Both of his hands were folded on his chest, he chose to stare straight ahead.

“I... i...,” Kailla looks hesitant and afraid to answer. It's not that he doesn't know, right now Pram is mad at him.

“Jawab and look at me Kai! What do you want?” Pram stared intently, this time he looked at Kailla directly, the hand that had been folded in the chest, now clenched a sign that he was holding back his anger.

“Why not answer? You just made a mess in the meeting room. I haven't had time to scold you, you've added another new problem!” nagel Pram's.

Pram sighed many times, throwing his gaze out the window. The more he saw his wife, the more upset he became. The more the questions are not answered, the more the emotions are provoked.

Long speechless, Kailla finally opened her mouth as well.

“I just want to take a walk enjoying the city of Vienna,” Kailla said after gathering her courage. He was trying to compose words that could hit her husband so as not to scold him.

“Then what's my fault?” Kailla asked back. These few hours he thought, all this time he had no chance to say what his heart was. Maybe right now, it's time for him to break out. Tell the world what it wants.

“What's your mistake?” Melolot this time. “Still don't know what your mistake was?” ask Pram again.

“I just walk from here to the end of the road there,” said Kailla relaxed, her index finger leads to the highway.

Either he has courage from nowhere, but clearly he is tired of having to be organized and treated like a child. For 20 years he chose silence and obeyed all the words of Pram and daddy.

Deg— Kailla's words are like a big rock falling right on his head.

“Kai...., you why?” Pram asked back. His tone softened a little. Scolding Kailla at this moment would only be in vain. His wife is revolting against him. Being too emotional, he forgot how to tame the wild little cat before him.

“I just want to be like them.” Kailla pointed at the people walking past in front of their car.

Pram touched Kailla's forehead suddenly.

“You're not sick, are you?” ask Pram. This time he looked at his wife's face. There was water already crystallizing in his eyes, preparing to descend at any time.

“I don't want to be controlled anywhere. I want to be like everyone else. I want to be able to do anything,” protests Kailla again.

“We continue this conversation at home, I don't want to argue here,” Pram said. He was ready to call their driver.

“I don't want to!” reject Kailla with a pouty face. Sontak made Pram avert his eyes again, choosing to look at his wife.

“You have dared to argue with me now Kai?” Pram smiled wryly. His wife's adorable face is back.

“I don't want to, you will fuck me again if at home,” Kailla said innocently.

Kailla's reply made Pram open. Kaillanya's back, the little wife who was trying to bully her has gone home.

“Who taught you to argue with your husband? Pieter?” ask Pram suddenly.

“What's his relationship with Sister Pieter,” says Kailla.

“You've only been sitting next to him for a few hours, but you've dared to call him brother. Try repeat? I want to hear it one more time.” Pram this time nudged Kailla's forehead.

“Br*s secretary! What was put into my wife's brain right now. Until he dares to refute all my sayings.”

“He didn't say anything. I just asked him to translate to me, what was that handsome guy sitting around talking about. ooopss!” Kailla shut her mouth for a moment, in the silence telling another man in front of her husband. Smiling, he steals a look at Pram.

“You're getting naughty now!” Pram smile. “Let's go home, I want to bite you!” pram

“Ah.... I don't want to,” reject Kailla.

Bayu walked into the car, after making sure both employers were in the car.

“This Boss!” Bayu thrust out Kailla's phone and two sketches Kailla made in the meeting room. Pram picked it up and stared at the sketch with a smile.

“Kai, this is your new phone and this is yours,” said Pram handed both to his wife.

“Prepare! we'll eat out after this,” Pram said. He sighed and smiled at his wife. Both hands cupped Kailla's face.

“Prepare yourself for the last 3 gifts. I may not be able to replace all your disappointments all this time, nor can I grant all your wishes. But I hope these 3 gifts from me can prove how much I love you.” said Pram softly.

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Thanks though.