The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 173: Mixed Rice Failed Total

“Nation mix?” said Bu Ida and Bu Sari simultaneously. The gazes of the two housekeepers reflected disbelief in Kailla.

“Already! The two mothers stood there, helping me with prayer alone,” orders Kailla, pointing her index finger next to the two-door refrigerator.

Sontak made the two half-century women hold a laugh on his lips. Ms. Ida even had to turn her body back, to hide her laughter. It's not that she doesn't know, how Kailla's talent is in the kitchen. The only pass makes instant noodles and egg claps.

“I want to make my husband Reynaldi Pratama beloved breakfast is amazing,” said Kailla half upset.

Looks Kailla put the phone in front of him, looking for a tutorial to make rice mix. After being sure, he picked up the pot and filled it with tap water. The first step is to boil the eggs first, while waiting for the chicken to melt. His hands have also started busy slicing vegetables chickpeas and carrots to make vegetables friends rice mix.

“Bu, oil is put where?” kailla asked when she was going to start heating teflon. But then he turned off his stove again, he remembered there was nothing yet to stir-fry, while patting his own forehead.

“In the closet Non,” replied Bu Sari, do not dare to approach. He simply pointed his index finger towards the cupboard in question.

“Hmmm, if the salt and sugar are Bu?” ask Kailla again.

“Under stove Non!” Sahut Bu Sari again.

After getting everything, Kailla returned to full concentration, staying focused on her cooking activities. While occasionally nagging Pram.

“Huh! What kind of husband is he, when his beloved wife is struggling to make him breakfast, he instead troubles me by turning off the alarm,” his grunt is upset.

“Sabar Non, maybe Mr. Pram accidentally,” said Bu Ida who accidentally heard Kailla's nagging, trying to calm down. That was after seeing Kailla not only slicing but chopping beans and carrots roughly.

“I've been patient long enough for her Mom!” kailla's grunts spilled over her frustration every time she remembered her phone being scattered on the carpet.

“Iya Non,” Bu Ida short answer. Bu Ida again held back laughter, all this time in his eyes, Pram was a figure who held patiently for his wife. But in Kailla's mind it was the opposite.

“Mom-Mom don't know how she's doing. The more days become. The older, the crazier,” complained Kailla. Hit the carrot in his hand grip over the top of the kitchen set table. Instantly the carrot broke into two parts.

“Huh!” kailla snorted, blowing air from her mouth.

The more Bu Ida and Bu Sari chimed in his words, he was more excited to spill his teeth, even widened everywhere.

“Sabar Non,” replied Bu Sari. Laughing at Kailla's behavior.

Kailla wiped the sweat off her forehead. Emotion and having to cook in a short time for beginners seems to really drain his energy. As time passed, his emotions grew. Vanished already the picture of delicious mixed rice that will be served in front of the husband complete with Pram praise afterwards.

“Propay how Mom! The old man completely destroyed everything.”

“Sa..patience Non,” says Bu Ida hesitate. The pram that Kailla was talking about was currently heading towards them while placing the index finger on the lips, signaling the two assistants to keep their mouths shut.

“It's old, don't know yourself! Not shameless! I don't know, he threw my phone in a mess. Huh!” grunts Kailla.

“It should be that age, succumbing to small children. Well this, should I keep on caving in to him. Not day, not night. The night it gets, the older the man becomes!” kailla.

“If I had not thought of him as the father of my baby, I would have chopped it up like this,”. His hands were chopping rough carrots and chickpeas on the cutting board with great irritation.

Kaila looked back at the clock that had shown at 07:00 a.m. Nothing has been done yet. Just a boiled egg ready to eat. His frustration is growing.

“Not to mention if you've been nagging. Huh!” dengus Kailla

“Kai, your work just made a mess!”

“Kai, you are not a child anymore!”

“Kai, when will you mature!” kailla imitates Pram's style of speech

“What's right Mistress, how late is your husband?” ask Pram suddenly.

“Iya Ma'am. Just try if he dares to come closer now, I make sure he runs out in my hands,” Kailla scolds. He now cuts the chicken into smaller pieces.

“Like this Bu!” kailla said, laughing to herself this time.

Geck!Geck!Geck!Geck! The sound of a kitchen knife being swung tight many times on the wooden cutting board in front of him.

Bu Ida and Bu Sari who stood behind him, laughed at Kailla's behavior witnessed directly by Pram. They had to bite their lips so that laughter would not come out of their mouths.

“If Pram is finished in your hands, later tonight who will hug you, Madam?” ask Pram again.

This time Pram not only spoke, but directly hugged Kailla's waist from behind. Both of his hands had locked tightly to Kailla's stomach, while dipping wet on the nape of his wife's innocence made Kailla bristle for an instant.

"Morning, you've been nagging me, dear" said Pram, peeping at Kailla's cheek

“Hah!?” Kailla's mouth gaped, her hands stopping instantly. He just realized Pram's presence. Hesitatingly she turned around, looking at her husband who was already fully dressed. Only his tie was not yet attached, still tucked in his shirt pocket.

“Sa..yang..,” said Kailla hesitated, when caught wet nagging Pram in the back. Soon she washed her hands.

“Hmmmmm,” Pram murmur, put on a serious face. Both hands are folded in front of the chest

“Sa..yang, when did you come?” kailla asked, smiling shyly.

“Since you started chopping carrots and chickpeas it Dear,” says Pram. Staring sharply at his wife.

“Oh... let me try it,” Pram cut, choose to sit while waiting for Kailla to serve mixed rice.

Before long Kailla came up with a plate of white rice, a boiled egg that had been split into two parts complete with a melted sweet soy sauce on top.

Hesitatingly, he placed the plate on the table, right in front of Pram.

“Honey, this rice mix boiled eggs with sweet soy sauce,” he said hesitatingly while looking down.

Pram stared at the food in front of him expressionlessly, then his gaze turned to look at the messy kitchen area just for the sake of a plate of boiled egg-mixed rice as Kailla served. Pram tried to hold back the laughter on his lips.

“Your wife is a limited edition Pram. Little things like this that make you crazy about him,” Pram said in his heart.

Satisfied with his morning breakfast, Pram turned to look at Kailla who was standing next to him. Kailla was holding her head in shame. She was already quite embarrassed because she was caught nagging her husband in the back, plus had to serve mixed rice that failed miserably. It was seen that he was squeezing the tip of the apron that was still hanging on his neck.

“Kai, thanks for breakfast,” said Pram pulled his wife to sit on one of his thighs.

“You cooked it yourself right?” pram asked with a pinched smile, his left hand was coiled around Kailla's waist

“Iya..,” replied Kailla, nodding hesitantly.

“I can see it, you ordered the two assistants to stand watching you,” continued Pram again, smiling. His right hand had already begun to feed the rice with the egg into his mouth.

“Where did you see this mixed rice recipe Kai?” pram asked, he should take great pains to hold back his laughter.

“Don't tease me again,” snorts Kailla annoyed, after a long silence and down.

Pram's laughter broke already. He almost choked to see the look on his wife's face at this moment.

“Have a Love. I'm gonna eat. Not teasing you anymore. Get me a drink,” Pram's pinta let his wife rise from her lap.

After finishing his meal, Pram immediately called Kailla over to him.

“Come here, your task is not finished Madam.” Pram reminded, he was still sitting around waiting for Kailla to finish her routine tasks every day since they got married.

Soon Kailla grabbed the tie tucked in the pocket of Pram's shirt, draped and made a knot around her husband's neck. In an instant, the tie was already perfectly installed.

“My wife is getting more proficient now,” Pram commented.

“I leave now,” pamit Pram peeked Kailla's forehead and cheeks. Lastly rub his wife's flat stomach, where her baby is growing at this time.

“Daddy departs Darling. Take mommy to the office. We had lunch together,” Pram said still staring at Kailla's flat stomach.

“Hah.!” Kailla's surprised.

“Take Sam and Bayu, we have lunch together. I'll call you later,” continued Pram, got up and kissed Kailla's head and passed away.

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Pram was checking the files on his desk when Andi came to see him. The old man, disrespectfully barging in, passed Stella in the way and asked her to wait.

“You don't know who I am!” gerutu Andi, directly pushed the door of Pram's room.

“You again!” Pram said when he saw Andi had entered and sat without permission in front of him.

“Sorry Sir,” Stella said, trailing behind Andi, after failing to deter uninvited guests and no courtesy.

“Nothing Ste, you can come out,” Pram said.

“How? I am confused what exactly to call you,” said Pram opened the conversation. Slightly insinuating the shameless man sitting before him.

“Hahaha.., you seem to have forgotten your status Pram. You are just a child that Riadi picked up from the streets,” taunted Andi.

“If not for Riadi, until whenever you will not sit there,” continued Andi.

“I'm sorry I ever called you Om. If it wasn't for Mommy Anna, I would never be willing,” Pram said.

“Accept or not. Sister Anna is the legal wife of Riadi, your adoptive mother,” Andi said with a sly smile.

“Alright, what do you want?” tanya Pram, get rid of the files that are piled up on his desk so that it is more free to talk to Andi.

“I want what should belong to the Wijaya family back in my hands, Andy Wijaya. I'm the only one, the heir to the Wijaya family, after my brother Anna Wijaya died. But how could my father instead hand it over to my brother who eventually fell into the hands of Riadi Dirgantara.”

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