The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 139: Forgetting the Way Home

Kailla exited her apartment unit with a smile on her lips. But, it had been pacing back and forth looking for Bayu, but still did not find his assistant. And in the end he gave up.

“Hmmm, did I walk by myself well. It's just a muter near here anyway,” Kailla said slowly.

Seeing the wide-open opportunity before his eyes, a mischievous thought resurfaced in Kailla's brain. He did not think again, what he did would trouble Pram and his assistant.

Half-run he went out into the streets. If he didn't hurry, he could've caught Bayu. And the plan will be threatened with cancellation.

It was seen he went to shops selling food on the left and right side of the street, hoping to have his favorite meatballs in one of those shops. But his hope was dashed, after walking down the streets did not find meatballs. No one even knows what kind of food it is. But he never gave up, this time he chose to find a restaurant that sold Asian menus. Hope to find meatballs there. But back he found nothing. He really wants it now. It was seen that he swallowed his saliva many times. Just imagine her drool has dripped.

“Do I play less far yes?” Kailla looked to frown her forehead.

After thinking for a while, he finally decided to enjoy the walk. Stop by at some stores that sell knickknacks, snacks and clothes. Kaila really enjoyed her freedom. He could eat as much as he could, without hearing Pram's chatter. You can go to all the shops and linger to see the display in the storefront. He even bought a few snacks to go home. Out of the shop, she still joined the people enjoying the short show of street buskers.

“It turns out like this,” said Kailla, as she had to come peeking at the young and handsome man who was playing her guitar.

Clapping ended the short show. Kailla had to leave. The problem arises when he just regains consciousness, he forgets the way to his apartment. He was too happy, to run to and fro, jumping from one store to another. He himself could not remember how far he walked, how much he turned.

He looked for something in his pants pocket. But he didn't find anything.

“Gosh! I left my phone in the apartment,” he said starting to panic. He was planning to contact Bayu to follow him here.

Kailla spread her gaze. It all feels foreign! He never crossed this road. He walked back, but this time not with joy. He panicked, who to ask. He did not even remember the name of the street he lived in in Vienna. He had never done this before, he had no preparation.

He never went alone. There was always Sam, Bayu, Donny or Pram with him from childhood. Everything was prepared by his assistant. He just needed to sit down sweetly and not have to think about anything. He did not need to remember the path, remembering the name even he did not need to bother where to put his bag. His assistant knows everything about him. Moreover, Sam, he did not need to talk Sam already understood everything just by looking at the glint of his eyes.

And now, he's alone in the middle of a stranger, in a foreign place. When he got out of his apartment he didn't think at all. I feel like I want to cry. At a time like this, he remembered all of Pram's words.

Amidst the confusion a man approached her. Finding that, Kailla grew even more afraid.

“What if he's a bad guy,” he said inwardly.

Kailla immediately walked away, unwilling to answer the man's question. Seeing Kailla dodging, the stranger greeted her in Indonesian.

“Sorry, I am from Indonesia. Can I help you?” tanyakanya. She knows clearly with Kailla, because Kailla is the wife of her Boss.

Kailla. Pram always reminds him, should not be too easy to trust with strangers let alone new to him.

Kaila chose to walk on her own, trying to remember the road she had been on. But the more it goes, the more alien it feels.

“Try Sam, he can definitely find a way out for me,” Kailla said slowly.

He's been circling the streets like a madman. In the middle of his daydream, suddenly the man who had offered help again appeared before him.

“Nona lost?” ask the stranger.

Kailla still shakes. Trying to escape, walking away.

“You can take me to the nearest police station. Miss can ask for help there,” bargain the man, immediately stop Kailla's footsteps.

“Why not think about. I was looking for a way home to get tired and hungry!”

“Just show me the way, no need to follow me!” kailla.

Kailla walked down the street according to the instructions of the foreign man. As soon as he saw the police station in sight, a smile fell on his lips. Still with a shopping bag containing snacks and ever-tricks that had been purchased earlier, he entered the office. Ask for help from the people who are in there.

Problems arose when he did not know the address and name of the apartment he lived in while in Vienna.

“Gosh! Why all this time I never found out for little things like this,” regretted.

At a time like this, he just felt there were many things in life that were taken lightly and ignored. But it should be important. He was too used to all the facilities and loyal people were helping beside him at all times.

Finally after being unable to name her home address, Kailla borrowed the phone of one of the people inside the office. Luckily he still remembers Bayu and Pram's cell phone numbers. Otherwise, he would be a vagrant in the city of Vienna.

After weighing, he chose to contact Bayu. Calling Pram this time, would only make her husband nag again. He didn't want to be scolded by Pram.

Kaila waited almost half an hour there. His face looked relieved when he saw Bayu walking in towards him. He stood up, ready to approach Bayu. But his steps came to a halt when he saw the figure that was currently walking in behind Bayu.

“Pram!”

Kailla's face instantly turned pale and scared. He dropped his shopping bag instantly. Head bowed. A frightened Kailla is seen hiding behind Bayu.

Pieter who was standing behind Pram could only stare. He pityes Kailla, but he can't do anything about it. Kailla is Pram's wife. He had no right to interfere with his friend's household matters.

It was seen Pram talking to officers at the police station and showing his identity card. Finished speaking he immediately looked towards Kailla who was bowed.

“Come we go home!” invite Pram to extend his hand to the frightened Kailla.

“Ka...you're not mad at me?” tanya Kailla. Her fear had not gone away, she was still down, occasionally stealing glances at her husband.

“Wow! Kailla's scared of him!” pieter looked at the pair in front of her.

“No, let's go home,” take Pram to reach Kailla who is still hiding behind Bayu. Pram stared at the shopping bag Kailla dropped. His heart was a little disappointed to see Kailla showing her terrified expression in front of Pieter.

Clasping Kailla's hand, Pram walked past Pieter.

“Don't think of anything!” pram whispered in Pieter's ear, patting his assistant's shoulder.

Pram has no intention of bringing Pieter to pick up Kailla, but the crafty man secretly follows her all the way to the police station. Pram was surprised when he got out of the car to see Pieter's car in the back of his car. And what makes Pram sick, by not knowing his shame Pieter said that he followed Pram because he was worried.

Pieter immediately turned around, looking at Pram who was dragging Kailla into the car. He could still hear the conversation between the two.

“You get what you want?” pram asked while opening the car door for his wife.

“No one sells meatballs here,” says Kailla disappointed.

“I'll look for it for you, don't ever do this again. I worry about you,” said Pram softly.

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1 Chapter more. Still keep writing this.