The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 144: Non Kailla, I’m Coming

“Sam...,” cried Kailla when she saw Sam get off the car with his phone in his hand. He could clearly see Sam's arrival from the restaurant's glass window.

Sam got out of the car. Just now the office driver picked her up at the airport. She thought Kailla would pick her up by herself. They had been separated for less than a month, but he had longed for his master's delinquency, filthiness, fussiness and evil.

“Yes Sir, Mr. President does not allow his wife to pick up at the airport. Too crowded, he was worried about the Madam,” said the driver replied to a curious guest invitation.

“Ah, Mr. Pram seems not to know just how horrible his wife is. What to fear, that there are people afraid of his wife,” Sam chirped, a smile appearing on his face. It was the first time he stepped foot outside of Jakarta and his village.

As soon as he got out of the car, he went straight into the restaurant looking for Kailla's whereabouts. When he found her, he saw Kailla crying looking at him.

“Ah... Non Kailla is not happy, would want to complain about the crime of Mr. Pram to me,” he said slowly when he first saw Kailla back. Right now her master looked a little thin and was crying sobbing at her.

“Non Kailla, I’m Coming!” sam said as he stood not too far from Kailla.

Deg—

Sam's gaze turned on the beautiful figure beside Kailla. The long haired sweet girl who was currently also staring at him. Sam was ashamed of himself.

“Wah, if this is the case, can quickly move on from si Siti. Siti is nothing compared to this cute girl!” said Sam slowly.

Sam stared at the beautiful woman beside his master without blinking, until he forgot the pouting presence of Kailla and was disappointed to be ignored. Kailla's cry grew even more broken, as Sam did not care about her, instead staring longingly at Mitha.

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The Flashback

Sam returns to the village, during Pram's rest. But he had to swallow the disappointment. Siti the cem-ceman is married to a goat cheater in her village. With great difficulty, he tried to move on. Crying for days just to forget Siti. Luckily David contacted him, with lightning fast he returned to Jakarta.

A few days ago Pram contacted Sam , asking him to come to Austria. Kailla misses him and the meatballs who love to roam around in his housing complex. But Pram can only grant one of Kailla's requests, as she can't possibly fly a meatball or meatball and cart seller. After hearing Pram's story, Sam finally took the initiative to bring meatballs to Kailla. The cool meatball Mas Sugeng, the black wagon of his employer's favorite.

He was already smiling happily carrying a complete meatball with noodles and vegetables that went into the airport. But trouble began to arise, when airport officials stopped him. Told him that the meatballs couldn't fly with him. With resignation and disappointment he mengikhlaskan complete meatballs were seized by the officer.

“I'm sorry Non!” whispered Sam lirih. Staring at the clear pouch was getting away from him.

“Tung...wait Sir!” call Sam suddenly, running towards the airport attendant.

“Iya , what is it?” ask the airport staff.

“I borrowed for a moment, want to be photographed as evidence. It's an order from Pak!” clearly Sam immediately grabbed the bag containing meatballs from the officer's hand.

After taking some photos, Sam handed the bag back to the officer while swallowing his saliva.

“It's a pity if thrown away, mending eaten earlier,” said Sam walked limply to the waiting room.

This was her first flight, her first experience boarding a plane. You can imagine when Pram gave it a message, his heart immediately soared into the air. He remembers how he yelled, surprising Donny and some security at the post moments after Pram disconnected his call.

Not to mention so back to the contract, when he told his mother and father. Both of his parents were grateful. Come happy, their children will leave the country. Before Sam's departure, they held a small celebration inviting neighbors near the contract to pray Sam survived to the destination.

Flashback off

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“Sam.!” call Kaila again when she sees Sam still looking at Mitha.

“Come on we order food!” tawar Kailla, take Sam to sit down.

Sam who was already hungry, immediately sat down on the chair right beside Mitha while giving her a smile.

“Sorry Non, who is it?” sam asked doubtfully, pointing towards Mitha.

“Translator my husband,” knows Kailla.

“Oh.. sorry Neng, introduce my name Samuel. Call Sam alone, his assistant Non Kailla,” said Sam thrusting his hand at Mitha while presenting his most beautiful smile.

“Mitha..,” sahut Mitha welcomed Sam's hand hurriedly. He had already seen the unkindness of this man who was Nyonya's assistant. This man was staring at him. Actually he didn't matter, but the simple-dressed man wasn't his typen at all.

“Oalllah, don't trust Mit. His name is Samsul not Samuel!” cut Kailla upset to see Sam who noticed Mitha earlier.

“Jesus Non......, it's in the village Non, if in Austria, Samuel.” Sam tried to defend himself.

“Have ordered what to eat!” kailla's nagging looks at her assistant.

Sam's eyes were rounded as he looked at the thick-sized menu book before him. Flipping from the first page to the last page there is not a single food that is interesting for him.

“Non, I ordered in the warteg or stall of the field Non,” he whispered to Kailla, afraid to hear Mitha if his taste and tongue are very nationalist. If said Donny, assistant of Mr. Riadi, their tongue is the archipelago.

“Huh... existing messages only!” grunts Kailla annoyed at the behavior of her assistant.

“But it's a matter of taste Non, where can be forced,” Sam still insists.

“There are no warteg or warung padang here! Don't want much!” kailla's scolding, made Sam squeak for a moment. Moreover, he was embarrassed when Mitha also looked at him and heard his poor taste.

Sam had to reopen the menu book in front of him. This time, he chose by looking at the photos that were in the menu book. After repeatedly looking, he finally made his choice.

“Non, I want this empal Non!” Sam's hand pointed to a photo of the steak in the menu book, which was complete with potatoes, chickpeas and carrots beside it.

“That steak, Sam!” Kaila laughed gigglingly at Sam's words. He regretted that he never took Sam into the restaurant. Every time he ate out, Sam always asked for his own snack, not wanting to go with him.

“Iya Non, I ordered this steak. Can you already connect Non?” sam asked to make sure, after seeing lalapan chickpeas, boiled carrots and potatoes arranged beside the meat.

“Jeez Sam, this steak is not pecel lele,” grouse Kailla again.

“Iya.iya, just sambelnya!” said Sam resignedly. Wouldn't listen to Kailla's nagging any further.

“Non, can rice right?” Sam asked back. Rice is important to him. Until there was no rice in her steak parcel, she planned to have Kailla order a serving of rice for her.

Kailla immediately glared, making Sam's guts shrivel unwilling to ask again. He's willing to be shoved in any food, rather than get sprayed by Kailla. The important thing is that it can clog his stomach at this time.

Sam is a young village man who brought Donny to work in place of Donny as Kailla's assistant at that time, who suddenly went to class to escort Mr. Riadi. Because there was no other choice, Pram finally hired him. Seeing Sam's innocence, Pram is forced to hire Bayu secretly to escort Kailla. Pram actually had wanted to fire Sam because it was considered not good, but Kailla defended him.

First time to Jakarta, Sam did not understand anything, even though he was 5 years above Kailla. The only ability he has is to drive a car, the skill he got because of a long time being an angkot in his village. Sam is just a high school graduate, in his very remote village.

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Thanks though.

Love You All - Samsul/Samuel.