The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 122: Kailla Is Unconscious

“Hahaha.., that's how I secure her Madam. If I don't steal the stand in the middle, it must be this woman who clings to the President. Meningan myself, Madam is clearly my seedlings bebet weights. Lah, if this woman, it could be that Mr. President was immediately attacked if less alert.” Mitha reasoned while chuckling at Kailla who was glaring at her.

“You see for yourself Madam! As soon as I stood in the middle of them, the look of this woman immediately jutek right. Very careful his intention to Mr. President,” said Mitha while pointing to a female figure in white. They were gossiping in the style of complex mothers when they met at a traveling vegetable maker.

“But you also don't need that beauty pretentious in front of my husband!” grouse Kailla.

“Ow Madam! Your jealousy is incredible. Look at this, Mr. President just doesn't want to look at me at all. Mr. President stared sideways,” Mitha tried to calm down. Right now his index finger was pointing at the figure of Pram inside his phone.

“Awas yes!” threaten Kailla with a smile on her lips. Her husband was not tempted by Mitha or the woman in white in the photo.

“Nothing Madam, the woman on the side is indeed prettier than the two of us. Coincidentally not caught the camera. The eyes of a President are never wrong! Hahaha.” Mitha's laughter broke when she managed to make Kailla nag back.

“You're Based on Mit!” grouse Kailla. Still staring in annoyance at her husband's translator.

“Mrs you are sick?” mitha asked after stopping her laughter.

“I'm fine Mit,” said Kailla while shaking her head.

“But cursive, pale again.” Mitha.

“This week I can't eat anything. Nausea,” says Kailla.

“Hah! Don't-don't Madam get pregnant.” Mitha immediately let out what was on her mind.

“Times anyway Mit?” Kailla hesitates. He doesn't feel anything. Besides nausea and no appetite.

“This opportunity Madam. If the real Madam is pregnant, this is a strange opportunity to ask your husband!” Mitha gave a mischievous smile staring at Kailla.

“What the hell Mit.” Kailla still did not understand Mitha's direction.

“If Madam is pregnant, Madam can ask aaaaa.pa to Mr. President. Your husband will grant you everything. Even if the Madam asks for the moon, surely the President will order Mr. Pieter to take it for Madam hahaha,” Mitha said.

Kailla's forehead shriveled at Mitha's words.

“Iya. This opportunity, madam. We can fuck anyone. Even the Madam's own husband. Later the Madam told me, whatever the wishes of the Madam that have not been achieved. I help the list, we will start asking for it one by one,” said Mitha gave a ignorant idea to the wife of the President.

“I want Sam here, then!” Kailla smiled cunningly.

“That's it only, madam? That cravings can be more than one, Mistress!” mitha.

“Cravings are like this means?” Kailla made sure again.

Mitha nodded.

“Alright, then I'll think about craving anything.” Kailla laughs. She herself was not sure if she was pregnant.

“Mistress, I can nitip not?” mitha asked doubtfully with a sweet smile.

“Udah ah, the more chatting with you, the more chaotic. I say yes, I want to go home first. My head is getting dizzy now,” Kailla said out of Mitha's room. His hands are massaging his own temples.

“Bye Mistress. Think of my idea earlier yes,” said Mitha half-screaming.

Still closing his eyes, he reached into the contents of his bag. Looking for his cell phone, so you can contact Pram immediately. His head could not be compromised. He wasn't sure he'd make it to the lobby safely.

He had just managed to pull out his phone, But while staring at the phone in his hand, his circling gaze now started to darken. Slowly his consciousness decreased, his legs were no longer able to support his body anymore. He collapsed in front of Mitha's room.

***

Pieter who had just returned from lunch was shocked. From a distance he saw Kailla holding on to the wall.

“It looks like Kailla is not well,” said Pieter slowly. He had not seen his wife for nearly a week.

Seeing Kailla who had suddenly squeezed unconscious, Pieter immediately ran over. He doesn't want anything to happen to Kailla. It is up to Pram to curse or curse him after this. He doesn't care anymore.

Pieter manages to catch Kailla's body that almost fell on the floor.

“Kai.., you why?” call Pieter while patting Kailla on the cheek. She still clutched tightly onto Kailla's body which was squeezing and not powered up. Several employees who happened to pass by also crowded there, including Mitha who came out after hearing the noise in front of her room.

“Kai.. wake up,” call Pieter. This time she slightly shook Kailla's body. But still no response.

“Mistress, wake.” Mitha helped awaken Kailla who was in Pieter's arms.

“Mit, I took her to my room,” said Pieter directly lifting up Kailla's body. He couldn't possibly take Kailla to Mitha's room filled with staff. The best option is a room that is more privacy and comfortable. Moreover, the room was still on the same floor.

Pieter inevitably had to carry Kailla, it was impossible to let her pass out here and become a spectacle of another employee. In a panic she led Kailla into her room. Mitha immediately ran to tell Pram that Kailla had fainted and was taken by Pieter. He doesn't want to get into trouble because of this.

“Kai, you why?” ask Pieter, even though he knows Kailla won't be able to answer him now. He put Kailla to bed on the sofa of her room.

“I have to how now?” ask Pieter. Talking to himself. He crouched down to look at Kailla more clearly.

“Kai, wake up..” call her gently stroking Kailla's paled face. Seeing Kailla still, Pieter was forced to splash water on Kailla's face.

“Kai..., wake up dong. Don't scare me,” said Pieter after his attempt to wake Kailla to no avail.

***

Mitha ran frantically towards her President's room. However, he did not want to get involved and participate in this matter. He knew that Pram had mengultimatum Pieter so as not to approach the President's wife. Even Pram himself asked Mitha to report that there was something between Kailla and Pieter. But at this point Pieter brought Kailla into her room in a fainting state.

“Aduh, how is this if until Mr. President is angry. Where just came out of my room again. Hadeuh...!” mitha said while running.

As soon as he arrived in front of Pram's room, Mitha immediately grabbed the doorknob and barged in without permission.

Chequek! Mitha entered without excuse. Secretary Pram could only glare without being able to prevent. He didn't think Mitha would come in presumptuously.

“Pak.. Mr.. Presdir. That..it Madam fainted,” Mitha said with a gasp of breath. His index finger pointed towards the door.

The pram who was checking the pile of documents was instantly shocked.

“Where is my wife now?” pram asked frantically as he walked out past Mitha.

“In room... Mr. Pieter,” replied Mitha doubtfully.

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Thanks though.