The Little Wife of the President

148: Cireng For Pram

Next day.

Pram came out of his room, neat in his work suit. His hand was currently dragging the still sleepy Kailla behind him. Inevitably, he had to wake Kailla up. His wife could only eat from her hand. In addition, she also had to make sure Kailla took her vitamins. He knew clearly, how hard it was for Kailla to take medicine. If he left this task to his assistant, it was certain that the vitamins would end up in the trash.

Sam who had just walked into his employer's unit could only glare, looking at Kailla who was walking hand in hand behind Pram half sleepily.

“Woy, early in the morning is welcome!” said Bayu patted Sam's pensive shoulder, staring at the unusual sight.

“I was in shock to see Non Kailla,” said Sam rubbing his eyes, ensuring his vision.

“Why?” ask Bayu.

“That's Non Kailla?” sam asked, when he saw Pram was feeding Kailla breakfast, even a plate of two.

“Cih, want to show off the old tiger, romantic boobs!”

“Ah.. That's nothing! Usually we are the same Bu Ida asked Pak Pram to function first if you want to feel good with his wife,” Bayu chirped.

“Jeez, it turns out that Non Kailla has admitted the old tiger was her husband,” Sam said clucked.

“How not to tell Sam. Non Kailla's stomach is bloated with Pak Pram,” Bayu said while chuckling.

“Come mending coffee!” bring Bayu. Get out of the apartment with a cup of black coffee followed by Sam.

***

“Honey, this week I will take you for a walk,” take Pram.

“For a long time we did not go for a walk together,” continued Pram, while feeding Kailla who was busy with her phone.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla. That was all that came out of his lips.

“Bu, later we make a siren like this yes,” Kailla said while showing her phone to Bu Ida who was washing dishes.

“Iya Non. Use a delicious spice,” sahut Bu Ida.

“Iya, but I want to make it myself,” Kailla said again.

Pram who heard the conversation just shook his head.

“My wife is just a bag whose taste is branded, if the tongue remains ndeso,”

“Honey, today you have a meeting outside?” kailla asked already opened her mouth, ready to wait for Pram's hand to feed her a special fried rice made by Ida Bu.

“No.., what's up?” pram asked, while reaching the next fried rice into his own mouth.

Since these few days, she had to share her breakfast and dinner with Kailla.

“I can go to the office?” kailla asked, looking at Pram expectantly.

“Why?” ask Pram wonder.

“Nothing, I just miss you,” said Kailla of origin. He couldn't possibly tell Pram that he was going to investigate Mitha.

“As long as you don't make a mess,” says Pram, drain the water in the glass after they both finish breakfast.

“I'm leaving now,” pampit Pram, kiss Kailla's forehead.

“Iya..,” says Kailla.

“I tipped my son,” said Pram smiled, stroking slowly flat stomach Kailla. Then she put her cheek on Kailla.

The cup!The cup! Two consecutive kisses landed on Pram's left cheek.

“I don't love you,” Pram's goda scrunches his eyes, pats Kailla's head.

“Again leaving! I'm gonna take a shower now. Want to make a siren with Ida Bu,” said Kailla.

***

Looks Kailla busy in the kitchen filtering tapioca flour and wheat flour while looking at the recipe on youtube.

“Bu...! Like this is right?” kaila asked Ida, who was sitting in front of her. Kailla won't let anyone help her. Even Sam could only watch while taking the video.

“Iya Non, later given celery and leeks. After that give me spice and hot water. Just kneaded. Shape, stay fried,” explained Bu Ida.

After finishing forming, Kailla began frying while preparing the ingredients for the spice.

Hearing Kailla's words Sam's heart immediately flowered. His prayer to be able to meet Mitha was granted.

“Ready Non!” answer with passion.

Kailla and Bu Ida were frying the whirring dough, when Sam foolishly added a handful of cayenne pepper to the blender that would later be used to make the spice.

“Yes! I want to see the old tiger run amok after eating the spice siren made by his beloved wife. Mumpung Non Kailla is pregnant, she certainly does not dare to get angry,” Sam said inwardly with a sly smile.

Before long the sireng and spice rujak was ready. Ms. Ida is seen putting it in a box of supplies while waiting for Kailla to get ready.

“Sam, let's go now. Bayu does not need to come,” take Kailla while carrying a food bag that has been prepared by Bu Ida.

“Bu, the spice does not forget, right?” ask Kailla again.

“No Non, I put it in a small container,” said Ms. Ida.

****

Kaila is seen getting off the car with Sam, walking into the KRD office. Kailla accidentally does not contact Pram, the plan she wants to make a surprise for her husband.

Chequek!

They are greeted with a view of Pram being serious with his laptop and files, together with Mitha in the room. Sam's face instantly turned radiant, in contrast to Kailla who was pouting and showing her sour face. Sam's words yesterday, flashed again in his mind.

“Honey....,” call him directly standing right next to Pram. The bag was immediately placed in the middle of the table, right next to her husband's laptop which was still on, overlapping the files that Pram and Mitha were discussing.

“You brought provisions Dear?” tanya Pram, put the bag to the edge of the table.

“Siang Mistress.” Mitha said hello.

“He..em,” stared intently at Mitha who was seriously reading her file.

“I can ask for a minute?” After seeing Pram and Mitha continue the discussion.

“Before a moment darling, I finish this first,” Pram said, smiling at Kailla at a glance. Then continue his work again. Pram's attitude eventually led Kailla to step onto the sofa, waiting there a little disappointed.

Sam himself, had already sat there quietly watching the idol of the heart. Sam's heart skipped a beat just by looking at his back. His brain was thinking hard, looking for an excuse to speak more closely with the translator.

“Do I buy lunch only?” thought Sam after seeing the clock on his phone ahead of lunch. Slightly hesitating he whispered to Kailla who was leaning on the sofa, closing her eyes.

“Non, can I borrow money no?” ask Sam slowly.

“For what?” ask Kailla ketus. Her feelings are still carried away when she sees her husband alone with the translator.

“I want to bring the girl to lunch, so Non Kailla can be alone with the handsome Mr. Pram no measure,” said Sam slowly, so that no other sounds.

“If you want to ask for ration to Pak Pram, pinjeminnya surplus dikit Non. Let me order a bit of lunch,” Sam chirps, chuckles.

Kailla thought, before finally taking the wallet out of her bag. He emptied all his wallet. The foreign money Pram gave to hold for as long as her husband worked.

While in Austria, Pram gave him cash just in case he and his assistant needed something during their stay in the apartment.

“If so far, Non has not finished his business with Mr. Pram, I could have brought the girl back here,” Sam protested when he saw the numbers listed on the money sheets in the hands of Kailla.

“This is not rupiah, Sam. It's Euro!” kailla said angrily pointing at a piece of paper money tucking in with a smaller fraction

“Your monthly salary is smaller than this sheet!” gerutu Kailla again.

“Hah! Why lend this much, Non. What will I pay for?” ask Sam wonder.

"Take it! I don't know how much you need. This isn't Jakarta, I can't estimate." Kailla answered casually.

Smiling at Sam. "So you can buy Mitha a meal on the moon, so you can go back longer. If you can, no need to go back. Suppose you forget the way home,” whispered Kailla, annoyed to look at her husband and Mitha who is still seriously discussing work.

Sam's eyes were round. “Indeed Non want to ask for ration how many rounds to Pak Pram?” ask Sam, clucking.

“Lack of you, Sam!” Kailla punches Sam in the chest, causing Pram to stop his activities. Staring sharply at Kailla who was preparing to pounce at the helpless Sam on her study couch.

“We continue later, Mit!” pram's command, instantly shut down the laptop is rude.

“Honey..,” call Pram, walk up to Kailla who is hitting Sam in a row.

***

Thanks though.