The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 159: The Mysterious Message Returns

Two days in the hospital, Kailla is accompanied only by Sam and Mitha. Pram gets busy at the office, usually he will only come to stay at night, accompanying Kailla to sleep.

Kailla's appetite has also returned to normal, no more nausea or vomiting. He could devour anything without worry. Tonight as usual after the office, Pram will go straight to the hospital

Chequek!

“Honey, why?” pram asked when he saw Kailla's sullen and upset face.

Hearing Pram's question, Kailla immediately cried. His hand pointed towards the sofa, looking Sam again asleep with Mitha leaning on his shoulder.

“What do they mean try?” kailla was upset.

“They're here to keep me and keep me company, but all day Sam just minglein Mitha,” Kaila on Pram.

Continues to? You want to be cheated on by Sam too?” pram asked, opening his suit and throwing it on the sofa.

“Not so, but all day they both nempel hold,” grouse Kailla, both index finger pinned, demonstrate to Pram.

“Then? The problem is where?” pram asked, again upsetting Kailla.

“Huh!” Kailla had already intended to get out of bed, venting her frustration.

“Eittt, don't get down from there!” Pram pointed his index finger at Kailla, reminding her to stay in bed.

“Two today, they don't want to chat with me. If you eat together, watch together, talk together. Just make my eyes hurt!” kailla.

“You're jealous?” ask Pram chuckles.

“Sam is not looking after me, but now looking after Mitha,” Kailla's story again, pitting all her frustration at Pram.

“Hahahaha..., What if Sam I send back to Indonesia?” tawar Pram, approach Kailla.

The cup!The cup! Pram kissed both cheeks Kailla. His hand was holding his spoiled wife.

“Don't, I still need it to vent my frustration at you,” Kailla said still with her pouting face.

“Already, let it go. He also needs time for himself. If you bother him constantly, how can he get Mitha,” Pram said with a smile.

“Tomorrow, you can already go home to the apartment. Next week we return to Indonesia,” said Pram, telling Kailla the news that his wife always awaited.

“Hah?! Did ya? I've missed daddy and everything in there. I also miss my room”

“Yes, so don't be angry anymore. Pity my son in here,” said Pram, bowing and pecking at his wife's stomach.

“Mommymu just work angry, son. What because of the slowness of not having daddy," whispered Pram in Kailla's stomach.

“Honey, please kick them out. My eyes hurt to see his togetherness. Sam has forgotten me now!” kailla said pointing to the two people still sleeping on the sofa.

"Leave it. We can also, if you want," pram teased, blinking his eyes.

***

At the apartment, two days later.

“Kai, there are still flecks coming out?” pram asked as they were enjoying time together in front of his apartment fireplace. Since yesterday, Kailla has been back in the apartment.

“It's no longer a darling, “ replied Kailla. He was lying on the floor in a soft, hairy carpet, with Pram's thigh as a pillow.

“Honey, someday I will miss Vienna. There are a lot of stories here,” Kailla said as she stared at her photos and Pram on her phone screen.

“Try this,” sodor Kailla. Let Pram come see their photos.

“Mau...,” sahut Kailla, pulling the nape of Pram, so that she can still kiss her husband freely.

“Oh yes, tomorrow Winny invites us to dinner,” Pram story.

“Ah, I'm so ashamed to have doused it with juice,” Kailla regrets. He remembered the incident at the Office gathering some time ago.

“Ya we're there tomorrow. You can apologize directly to him,” said Pram.

“Honey, am I so childish?” kailla asked, looking at Pram seriously.

“Sometimes yes. But not always. So yourself, there is no need to learn to be an adult. Maturity cannot be forced. That's just how. We behave. The mature and childish side of it must be inside everyone.”

“Whatever his age, he must have a childish nature. And vice versa, even a small child, he must have his adult side.”

“A Pram alone can still be childish, maybe the portion is small. So people don't mind.”

“Kai, until Indonesia, I will add an escort for you,” said Pram, sontak make Kailla's eyes rounded.

But it was only after a while that he immediately got up and ran into the kitchen.

“Kai.., shouted Pram.

“There's my son with you, don't run.” Pram reminded.

Before long Kailla appeared with a legit layer cake that had been forgotten.

“Darling, didn't you ask me to make it for you,” sodor Kailla.

Pram widened to see the blackened legit lagis on the top.

“What happened?” ask Pram wonder. Just this time he saw the look of a cake like this.

“I overslept, so the top of it is charred,” Kailla smiled. He himself was embarrassed to see the results of his handmade.

“It's okay, I'll keep eating whatever you make,” Pram smiled. Patting the head of Kailla who was slicing a cake for her.

Just as he was about to thrust the cake into Pram's hand, the phone in his pocket rang.

A message came in from an unknown number. Looks like Kailla frowned. Doubt to open the message, but eventually Kailla chooses

“I'm waiting for you back, the descendant of Riadi Dirgantara. I can't wait to meet you. May you not be the same fate as your mother. Nah! Of course not, you are not an****** like your mother, but still the blood is flowing in your body**.

May your husband be able to hide you in a tight way, while he hides many truths from you**.”

Kaila was stunned to read word-by-word from the text message she received. Right in her mother's story, she was crying. I stared at Pram.

He thrust the phone shakily into Pram's hand.

“What does this mean?” kailla asked Pram while crying in fear.

“Who is he? Whatwant? Why did he say mom was a pel*cur. It is impossible for daddy to marry a random person,” isak Kailla, complained to her husband.

Pram is shocked to read the message on Kailla's phone. He can't talk anything. He hugged Kailla immediately, letting her cry.

“Job! Who her? How can he find out Kailla.”'s mobile number

Pram spread his gaze.

“*There are traitors around me. Even the forwarder m*know his wife's mobile number.”

Pram's gaze turned to Kailla, who was in his arms. Right now he is really worried. Can't trust anyone. Including the people around them.

“It's okay Honey, maybe just a prankster,” entertain Pram patted gently on his wife's back.

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