The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 149: The Mysterious Message

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

Sam could only surrender, cornered in the chair receiving a punch without daring to retaliate in the slightest. Sam chooses to protect his face, leaving his chest an easy target for Kailla who is struggling.

“What pregnant women do this yes,” Inner Sam.

“Honey.., “ call Pram once again, trying to stay patient with Kailla's behavior while with Sam. Sometimes she is also jealous of Kailla's familiarity with Sam. It felt different when I saw Kailla with another man.

For Kailla right now Sam is like his family. Not just an assistant or a personal driver. Pram understood, because Kailla had no one but herself and daddy. His wife has no friends, other than 3 college friends who have now been cut off since they were in Austria.

Kaila who was still seriously hitting Sam did not hear or realize the presence of Pram who was already standing behind him

“Kailla!” call Pram hard. Raise Kailla's body straight off the couch, away from Sam.

“Ah..!” kailla shouted in shock, suddenly her body floated. Kailla instantly fell silent, when she realized that Pram was already holding her down.

“Sorry...,” Kailla said while bowed. His hands are squeezing each other. Each Pram called her name in full, meaning her husband was not happy with what he was doing. Being Pram's wife for a month, made him get to know more about the real figure of Reynaldi Pratama.

Mitha who was still in the room closed her mouth and laughed at the behavior of the Madam and the assistant.

“The assistant Madam is funny as well, it seems fun to be done,” said Mitha slowly, out of the room.

“Kai, let's eat,” invite Pram to hold Kailla's hand to his desk. There was regret in his heart for ignoring Kailla, he should not have let his wife wait.

Hearing Pram's words, Sam who was about to follow Mitha's steps, chose to undo his intentions.

“Hmmm,” murmured. Sit back on the couch and pull out his phone. He will document and show Bayu and Bu Ida the results of his work. A sly grin appeared on his lips.

Kailla is opening the lunchbox and presenting it in front of Pram. She was ready to receive a compliment from her husband. This is the first snack made with his own hands.

“What is this?” pram asked surprised. She thought Kailla was bringing her lunch.

“Cireng!” sahut Kailla was spoiled, standing while shaking one of her legs.

“Not wrong Kai?” pram asked. He did not like foods that contained too much oil. All his age, he had never tasted it.

Kailla. “This is for the chocolate.”

Pram looked at Kailla, hesitating to give it a try. He never tasted food like this.

“Honey, I want you to try it. It's my own making,” whine Kailla pull up Pram's shirt sleeve. His face looks clear, seeing Pram is not too interested in his homemade siren.

Pram was still staring at Kailla with a smile. I wish his wife had changed her mind. She was completely uninterested in the food Kailla was offering.

“Honey....,” whine Kailla, start crying.

“Iya. yes, I eat now,” Pram said. Directly reach the cireng that has begun to cool and not crisp anymore. Put it in your mouth without saying much.

“How?” ask Kailla curiously.

“Alot and hard.!” That's the only answer that came out of Pram's lips. “Like eating gum, just not sweet. This one tastes savory.” Pram is honest.

“Huaaa..huaaaaa..,” cries Kailla broke when Pram commented like that. He felt his struggles were futile and unappreciated.

“Iya.. tolerable, Kai. I will eat again,” persuaded Pram, while feeding back the siren into his mouth without expression. He doesn't want to disappoint Kailla anymore.

“Eat with this Dear,” says Kailla. Take the cirrup and dip into the cocolan in large quantities.

“Aak...,” command Kailla, feed it into Pram's mouth.

Pram had to open his mouth. But this time, it felt more agonizing than before. The spicy spice makes the pain that pierces to the ear. Pram to the point of having to duck down, holding a tremendous spicy taste in his tongue and mouth. Both of his hands were firmly gripping the edge of the table, trying to resist the spicy taste that made the tears and sweat on his forehead come out.

It was seen she was pushing rough the hands of Kailla who wanted to bribe her back.

“Have a Love. I can no longer,” reject Pram, after a moment of silence holding the spicy taste passed.

He raised his face that was looking down earlier. Sweat was coming out on his forehead and under his eyes.

“Why?” ask Kailla wonder.

“Really? I wear a big chili. It's just a few seeds anyway. Not cayenne pepper. Shouldn't be spicy,” Kailla said confusedly. Out of curiosity he tried it.

But not until the chirping went into his mouth, Pram already held it.

“Don't love, I didn't lie. It was spicy, pity our son,” explained Pram, shaking his head not allowing Kailla to taste it.

Kailla thought for a moment, then turned her gaze to the sofa. Sam was sitting with a cell phone in his hand.

“Sam..!” Try you sample!” kailla orders, he's still not sure that just a few peppers can ride that bike. Earlier, the cook Bu Ida, he did not pay too much attention because he was busy frying the dough.

“Hah!” Sam who was enjoying the Pram of spiciness, was shocked for a moment.

“Come, you try this,” pinta Kailla, call Sam.

“I'm still full Non,” reject Sam, instantly make Kailla disappointed.

“Why don't you guys want to try it,” complains Kailla.

Seeing the change in Kailla's face, Pram immediately ordered Sam to try it.

“Sam, here! You should try it too,” Pram command.

With hesitation, Sam stuffed the chirping already dipped in the steamed potion into his mouth. The spiciness of the cocolan was indeed extraordinary, instantly making the ears ringing pain and hot esophagus, not to mention the tongue burning.

“Ah...!” as Sam spiciness. There was no drink that could be slurped, he could only endure it by sticking out his tongue so that the spicy taste would soon disappear

“How's Sam?” ask Kailla curiously.

Sam stared at Pram, hesitating to answer. Worried that the answer would make her employer angry.

“Enak kok Non. Just... “ He hasn't finished talking, Pram is already glaring at him.

“Only... just a little spicy,” replied Sam slowly.

Kailla immediately smiled happily at Sam's reply. Without waiting for long, he asked Sam to sit down.

“Spend Sam, I want to see you spend it,” Kailla said, directly sitting on Pram's lap without permission. Cupping both hands in his face, resting on the desk. He was already preparing to enjoy Sam spending his homemade sirens.

“Let's spend Sam,” whine Kailla. He really wanted to see Sam spend it this time.

“Spend Sam!” pram orders, hugging Kailla who is sitting on her lap.

Whether since when, consciously or not. Pram's lap is the favorite place for Kailla to sit at the moment. Maybe Kailla herself didn't even notice it. Too often Pram asks for it, he gets used to it.

“My wife is pregnant, you have to grant it,” continued Pram. At least this time he survived. I don't know what tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

“This is really a weapon to eat sir,” said Sam slowly as he swallowed the chirp without biting it again, hoping that it could so reduce the spicy taste in his tongue and mouth. His eyes fell on the master, who was hugging in front of him.

“Apes is the fate of your son, Mak. If this is every day, how can I bring souvenirs from my daughter-in-law to you, mak,” Sam's inner.

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At midnight, Pram's phone rings. He woke up, staring at Kailla who was still sound asleep in his arms.

“Don't till David again, I'll kill him as soon as he arrives in Indonesia!” gerutu Pram was upset. Remember David who used to call his cell phone every midnight.

Pram's forehead wrinkled at the unfamiliar number.

“While! It's an Austrian number, not many know,” he said slowly. Choosing to turn off the call, not wanting to make the ring disturb his wife's sleep.

Just now she laid her body down and hugged Kailla back. The phone went off again. A text message from the same number.

*Hi Reynaldi Pratama! How could you not invite me to your wedding. You are really sneaky! P*lacur's son was not buried with his mother! You can fool the world, but now you can't fool me anymore.*

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Thanks though.