The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 119: A Bowl of Hot Meatballs

Pieter was still staring without blinking. If not remembering Pram's wife, he would have ventured to caress the beautiful face that was sleeping in front of him.

“If you do not love Pram, I will fight for you,” said Pieter slowly. Almost unheard.

It was seen that he breathed out many times. Now he is like a fool, loving his friend's wife. Like there are no more women in this world. But it's a matter of the heart. We cannot choose who we will fall in love with.

This woman before him was not a perfect woman. She was just a mediocre conglomerate princess, even her makeup was very simple. There was no thick makeup or flashy lipstick polish on her lips. If he didn't carry a branded bag in his hand, people wouldn't know he wasn't an ordinary person.

A few days knowing him, Pieter knew this woman was just a spoiled girl who was still unstable. But there's something inside him. Which attracted him. I don't know, this woman is strong! This woman is tough! This woman is hard to conquer!

The longer he stared, the crazier he would get. Pieter chose to return to his room before becoming entangled in charms that made it difficult to retreat. Just turning her body, she was already startled by the male figure that was currently standing right behind her, staring intently ready to tear her body apart.

Deg— Pram!

“Since when did Pram enter? Why didn't I realize it?” inner Pieter.

“Pram...,” greet Pieter nervous. He did not dare to linger staring at the man who stood stiff and stared cynically at him.

“Iya..!” Pram only answered briefly, without moving even blinking an inch.

“Since when did you enter Pram?” pieter asked wrongly.

“Some minutes after you log in. Exactly when you start squatting there and staring at the scenery in front of you without blinking,” said Pram.

“It seems you are very interested in my wife. To the point of not realizing my presence here,” continued Pram again.

“You misunderstood,” said Pieter. “I don't intend to..” Pieter could not continue his words, Pram had already blocked the shirt collar and dragged Pieter out of his room.

“Pram, what the fuck?” pieter asked after being outside the room.

“We're in your room. We have something to finish!” said Pram let go of the check. He did not want to be a spectacle of his staff for dragging Pieter. And what's more, he doesn't want Kailla to see him fight. Since long ago, he never wanted to fight in front of Kailla, want it just a fight or a fistfight.

Bukkk!!!

A punch landed right on Pieter's jaw as soon as they entered the room. Pieter who did not think Pram would hit him could only resignedly take the hit.

“That's for your stupidity!” said Pram grabbed the collar of Pieter's shirt and pushed his friend's body back.

“How could you be so foolish as to fight for my woman. Br*ngsek!!” continued Pram. Just now he was going to ban Pieter back, but this time Pieter had already fended him off first.

“He doesn't love you! Hehehe..,” Pieter chuckles. He chose to sit on the sofa with his leisure. As if not concerned with Pram's anger.

“Even if he does not love me, on what basis do you want to fight for him?” ask Pram.

“She's my wife! Come on Bro! We're not kids anymore. Can't you open a little mind in your right mind, do not at all times follow your feelings,” continued Pram again. His hand was already clenched back with protruding veins on his forehead.

“I just love it. I don't bother him,” said Pieter. “I didn't even touch her at all,” continued Pieter with no idea of her embarrassment.

“I warn you, stay away from my wife!” said Pram. His index was pointing clear to Pieter.

“Ayolah Pram...., I do not intend to take it from you,” said Pieter again.

“One more time I see you approaching him, I will throw you out of KRD,” threatened Pram. He still remembers Pieter was his best friend and the one who helped him during his time in Austria. Otherwise, he had already dragged this shameless man out of his office.

“Ayolah Pram..,”

“Shut! Or I'll hit you again,” bluff Pram.

“No need to find out about Kailla, if you want to know more ask me. Don't come near her again, I don't want my wife to be scared of you!” pram said before finally exiting Pieter's room and slamming the door.

***

His wife is still sleeping there. As if not disturbed by anything.

“Basic sleepyhead!” grunts Pram. His gaze shifted to the stock box above his desk. A smile instantly adorned his face for a moment. His hand took out and opened the food box.

As soon as the square box closed, Pram's eyes widened to see the contents.

“Jeez Kailla, you really brought me egg ceplok and white rice complete with melted sweet soy sauce malika.” Pram could only smile wryly staring at the scene in front of him.

Without speaking, he finished his lunch. Sometimes he shakes his head every time he remembers Kailla's behavior.

“Which men are willing to live with such a terrible woman,” he said slowly still busy churning food in the lunch box.

Kailla awakens moments before Pram finishes the contents of her box. He was surprised to see Pram who was already sitting in his chair and eating without saying much.

“Honey...., why didn't you wake me?” kailla asked when she was standing next to Pram's desk.

“You want to bribe me?” ask Pram smile. He took off the spoon and fork in his hand, turning to look at Kailla.

“I don't want to. I want to go home now. My head is a little dizzy, maybe I slept less last night,” Kailla said as she massaged her temple.

“I do not cook for you, there is no stock of groceries in the refrigerator,” continued Kailla again.

“You've had lunch?” ask Pram.

Kailla.

“Darling..., I miss Sam,” Kailla said as she sat on Pram's lap.

“Can you bring him here for me?” kailla asked, writhing spoiled around Pram's neck. Wishing she could tear her husband down at this time. He really misses his assistant.

“If I don't allow?” Pram asked back.

Kailla pouted, as her fingers played the collar of Pram's shirt.

“Later I will consider it,” replied Pram. He could not bear to see the disappointed face of his wife. Sontak makes Kailla smile.

“Really?” ask Kailla to make sure again.

“Iya. Come on. I'll take you to lunch. We go to the cafeteria,” take Pram.

“I don't want to eat in the cafeteria. I don't want to eat pasta and steak anymore. I'm bored Darling,” reject Kailla.

Pram frowned, staring at Kailla's face in astonishment. So far, Kailla has never refused both foods. He could even eat the menu every day.

“What do you want to eat?” pram asked softly, wrapping his hands around Kailla's waist. Ready to wait for the answer that will come out of his wife's lips.

“I want to eat meatballs that wiggle that darling. A bowl of hot meatballs complete with fried food, as Nex Carlos posted on his youtube channel,” whining Kailla smoothly.

Now his brain has imagined how delicious hot meatballs complete with tomato sauce, soy sauce and chilli chili plus orange juice.

“If plus fried dumplings seems good darling,” continued Kailla while swallowing her saliva. Staring expectantly at Pram.

Pram who heard Kailla's request could only frown his forehead. Where she can get the meatballs the way Kailla wants them to.

“This Austria Dear. There are no mobile meatball traders here,” said Pram slowly.

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Thanks though.