The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 123: I Don't Want You to Fight

Hearing Mitha's reply, Pram immediately ran towards the elevator. Pieter's room was different from the floor. Mitha who was trailing behind, had to speed up her pace again. The sound of the knocking of his shoes rippled back along the road to the elevator. The secretary who had been watching could only smile a little while closing her mouth.

“Hadeuh.. was here to run, now also have to run,” grumbled Mitha. He thought of the bloodshed that would soon take place in Pieter's room. Otherwise, he would just walk around.

“Hopefully Mr. Pieter did not use artificial breath to wake Mrs. Can be broken into pieces this building hit by an explosion Mr. President if that happens,” Inner Mitha.

Pram is still swearing in front of the elevator door that has not been open since. Dozens of times pressing the elevator button still the door is still closed. His eyes were staring at the instructions above the elevator door. The arrow that was still unwilling to move upwards made him even more annoyed

“Br*sec!!” pram Ogat.

“Catat Mit, have Pieter make me your own elevator!” pram's command with a waist-rattled look at the elevator who still did not want to be friendly with him.

Mitha who was watching the show from earlier could only shake her head inwardly. If it really shakes, it could also be sprayed by Pram.

“Feelings have not been there for a minute, why is it so impatient,” Mitha said in her heart.

Ting! As soon as the elevator door opened, Pram immediately entered and hurriedly closed the elevator door again. Mitha could only gawk, staring at the closed elevator door slowly before her eyes.

“Mistress, you're so lucky! If you see how crazy your husband is right now, I am sure you will be even more crazy about him,” Mitha said slowly.

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Out of the elevator Pram immediately ran towards Pieter's room. He was very worried about Kailla at the moment.

Bruk!!!

Pram opened the door violently. The first sight was of Kailla lying unconscious on the sofa and Pieter crouching in front of his wife.

“Please leave us!” the Pram Order on Pieter. Seeing Pieter remain silent, he had to pull the arm of his assistant to get away from his wife.

Pram pushes rough Pieter then takes over Pieter's place earlier.

“Honey...., wake up!” Pram called out to Kailla, patting the pale face that was still at home closing his eyes. Looking at Kailla at this moment, she grew even more worried. His usual nagging and clamorous wife, was currently lying helpless. His heart was pinched instantly.

“Please get me eucalyptus oil,” pinta Pram don't know to whom. His eyes did not come out

from wife. His hand caressed Kailla's face which still did not open her eyes.

“Honey.., wake.” Pram called back. Hoping that after hearing her voice, Kailla would wake up soon. It was seen that he massaged Kailla's temple and then rubbed the palm of Kailla's hand which also paled.

Pieter was still glued to stand behind Pram. He was not willing to leave the room. Still faithful looking at Kailla who still has not realized. I don't know what got into him. Suddenly his frustration culminated in seeing the current Pram.

“Br*sec!!” said Pieter immediately pulled Pram and landed a crushing blow on Pram's face. Pram could not dodge, Pieter's punch was so sudden and sudden.

“If you can't keep it, you better let go!” pieter said rudely. This time he pulls the collar off Pram's shirt, taking Pram away from Kailla. Pieter was being carried away by emotions, seeing the woman he loved was unconscious.

“Let go of me!” pram's orders. Pram looks rough both hands Pieter who is blocking and clutching the neck of his shirt.

“What do you want?” pram asked as he rubbed the blood that came out at the corner of his lips. Pieter hit him hard. Pram smiled cynically looking at Pieter at this moment. What's on his good friend's mind. What insanity possessed his brain so that it could do things beyond its limits.

Pieter was ready to throw his punch again, but this time it was held back by Pram.

“At the moment I have no interest in serving you. My wife needs me more.” said Pram stomping roughly Pieter's hand still clenched.

“Honey......,” call Kailla suddenly in a very weak voice. He just regained consciousness.. He could not even hear and see clearly. Still vague.

Just now Pieter was about to walk up to Kailla, but her steps came to a halt when she heard Kailla calling Pram. Kailla just wants to look at Pram, not anyone else. Even Kailla was unaware of his presence here.

“Honey...,” call Kailla staring at Pram who is standing before her. Kailla is trying to wake up. Seeing that, Pram immediately hugged his wife's body, helping Kailla to rise from her sleep.

“Honey.. , my head hurts so much,” Kailla said. His hand still holds his head.

“Iya, take a break soon.” Pram still hugs and occasionally gently rubs his wife's back.

Before long, Mitha was seen coming into the room. He smiled at the sight of his boss hugging his wife. Not far from the couple, Pieter stood staring at the two without blinking. His hands were still clenched, but the look on his face looked sad and hurt.

Pram who saw Mitha enter immediately asked the translator for help to get a drink for Kailla.

“Mit, please get some water for Kailla,” her door after letting go of her hug. Both of his hands were still cupping his wife's pale face.

Kaila who was already fully conscious looked at Pram who was sitting in front of her. He was surprised to see the wound on the corner of Pram's lips that was bleeding.

“Darling, this is why?” ask Kailla. His lentic finger was wiping the wound in the corner on Pram's lips.

“It's okay, just a small wound.” Pram replied with a smile.

“Ah..... must have hurt once,” Kailla said. He immediately grabbed Pram's neck with both hands. Spoiled, resting his head on Pram's shoulders.

“I don't want to see you get hurt. Don't fight anymore. I don't like it,” Kailla said spoiledly. His eyes began to glaze over. She didn't know why her husband was fighting, but seeing Pram hurt, her heart hurt.

“Iya.. I won't fight anymore,” said Pram smiled. This time he looked at Pieter from the sidelines of Kailla's embrace.

“Never fight again. I love you,” whispered Kailla slowly.

Pram smiled looking at Pieter. Pram's hoping, Pieter hears all Kailla's sayings. Pram hoped, he no longer needed to hit his good friend. By seeing this, Pram hopes Pieter knows enough. He doesn't want to fight just because of women. He does not want his friendship to be ruined because of women.

They're not kids fighting over toys. They are adult men who are soon to grow old. It is not appropriate to have to fight just because of women. How humiliating! If it wasn't his wife, he wouldn't be willing to go along and look like the idiot he is today. But what else, it's about Kailla, his wife.

Mitha walked in and handed Kailla a glass of water.

“Thanks,” says Kailla. Directly sipping water in the glass glass until the toilet.

“Honey, we go home now,” invite Pram to prepare to carry Kailla.

“I don't want to be carried. I can walk by myself,” push Kailla blushed shyly looking towards Mitha and Pieter.

“You sure Darling?” tanya Pram.

“Iya..” Kailla nodded.

Pram seemed to whisper something in Pieter's ear as he passed his assistant who was standing without speaking.

“Pieter, I hope this is the last one. After this we will fight until one of us dies,” Pram whispered in Pieter's ear while patting hard on the back of his hand to Pieter's chest.

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Thanks though.