The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 174: Please Help Me Dear

"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.”

“On what basis did you ask me?” ask Pram.

“Because your wife does not have any rights, over all the property at once Riadi Dirgantara company which should belong to the Wijaya family.”

“I already know everything. Your wife is actually Riadi's real daughter, pel*cur's son. Not the adopted daughter Riadi,” continued Andi.

“I had an agreement with Riadi first, but he lied to me. It turns out that she hid the identity of the biological daughter who was recognized as an adopted daughter.”

You mean what deal? My in-laws never discussed it with me,” asked Pram.

“If indeed your wife is Riadi's biological daughter, it is certain that Riadi will not give back the company to my hands. If you can make peace with me, persuade your wife. I might let go or split a few percent for your wife,” Andi said.

“However your wife is not a Wijaya family, she is an outsider. No blood relation with us,” he continued.

Pram's eyes narrowed, tracing the look of Andi's face. Everything is noticed, until nothing is missed. His forehead was crinkling as his brain was stringing things together. He found something that had been messing with his mind lately.

“Don't you threaten me all this time?” Some doubt Pram asked, but it is most likely that this stocky man does not know himself who has the greatest opportunity and importance in Kailla's life.

“Hahaha...! Why are you so slow now Pram,” taunted Andi while laughing.

“Br*ngsek!! Never touch my wife!” Pram immediately got up to Andi.

“You dare touch a single hair of my wife, I will make sure you will vanish in my hands! I myself will destroy you with my hands!” pram Ancam.

Pram instantly pulled Andi's coat collar. He was already about to raise a fist in his right hand, preparing to land it on the sickening face of Andi Wijaya.

But Kailla first entered the room with a bag of food.

Chequek!

“Honey..,” call Paired Kailla, she has not had time to see the scenery inside the Pram workspace. When he came in, he was too busy flirting with Stella, Pram's secretary.

Hearing Kailla's voice, Pram immediately took off his check. But, Kailla had already caught the deadly aura in Pram's eyes. He even briefly glanced at the fist in Pram's right hand.

Soon she ran, hugging tightly to her husband's waist. Pram's face instantly completely changed in an instant. His voice became ordinary. The aura and sinister gaze that had appeared, overflowed changed a single smile on his lips. Andi was stunned to see Pram's change instantly.

“Hahahaha The laughter came out of Andi's lips. Sounds really shitty.

“A Pram's weakness turns out to be in this spoiled girl.”

“Please exit now!” pram's orders, trying to look ordinary. While still holding Kailla in his arms.

“Darling, forgive me..” whispered Kailla looking up, staring at Pram.

“Hmmmm, why?” ask soft pram.

“You're making a mistake again or you're troubling me again out there, honey? Hmm..,” asked Pram, tightening his embrace.

Kailla shook her head.

“Then? My wife is sorry why?” ask Pram. Pecked all over Kailla's face without anything being missed.

The cup!The cup!The cup!The cup!

“Ah... My make-up is broken Dear,” complains Kailla, trying to dodge. Pushing Pram's lips away from him.

“I'm sorry, I promise I won't ask much more to the evil Om that was,” said Kailla, back slipping her face in Pram's chest. Enjoying the smell of the body that has been mixed with the aroma of her husband's favorite expensive perfume.

“Yes, don't think about it. He just wants to interrupt.” Prams explained.

“Yes, don't fight with anyone. I don't like to see you fighting with anyone,” pinta Kailla with her potion. Her head looked up, waiting for her husband to answer.

“Yes, I promise,” said Pram, swiping his nose on his wife's nose.

“What do you bring for me?” pram asked, after seeing the bag of food that was still in the tent of Kailla.

“This?” Kailla lifted her luggage in front of Pram's face.

“What is it? My lunch?” pram asked, raising both eyebrows.

“No. I stopped by Thai Resto,” obviously Kailla was a little hesitant to continue her next words. He looked at Pram with a timid smile.

“Then.?” ask Pram briefly.

“I want to try somtam as I see...” Kailla can not continue his words, Pram already cut first.

“I really want to try it,” Kailla said, letting go of her embrace. Move to the door.

“Ste, please have the person in the pantry bring me a plate and spoon yes,” kailla's pinta on the secretary of the President. She just stuck her head out from behind the door of her husband's study.

“Each Mistress,” says Stella while smiling nosyly.

Pram opened the contents of the food bag that his wife brought. Just then his eyes bulged, seeing raw shrimp mixed with various kinds of raw vegetables made like vegetable prawns.

“You can't eat this Kai!” pram said firmly and cannot be bargained.

“But.. I really want to try it Dear,” whine Kailla, grab Pram's hand.

“No, it's all raw. Not good for our child,” reject Pram.

“Only a little,” pinta Kailla.

“No! Come on, I'll have Stella order lunch for you,” take Pram, take Kailla to sit in her big chair.

With a deft hand tidied back the food that Kailla bought. He does not want his wife to keep remembering foods that he thinks are not good for his pregnant wife.

Seeing Kailla's longed gaze on the food that had just been tidied up again, there was also pity on Kailla.

“You really want to try it?” ask Pram.

Kailla nodded, turning to look at her husband expectantly. Waiting for Pram's answers and wisdom. The couple were still staring at each other, as an employee knocked on the door and asked for permission to enter carrying plates and spoons.

“Sorry sir, here is the plate and spoon,” said the employee who works in the pantry section.

“Thanks. Just put it on the table. You can exit now,” Pram command.

It looks like Pram poured a little of that weird food on the plate. Just now Kailla grabbed the spoon, but her hand was already held back by Pram.

“Later! I tried it first,” said Pram.

“Hah... Seriously Dear? Where can you eat something like this?” kailla asked, still in disbelief.

“For my wife and child. I can what?” sahut Pram, winked his eyes at the little wife who worked amazingly.

He hesitantly stuffed the tip of the spoon containing the vegetables and a little of the gravy into his mouth. His face right now was truly pitiful. If it wasn't for Kailla's sake, she wouldn't have touched this raw food her whole life.

“Ssssssssshhh... ah..!” That's all that came out of Pram's mouth. His face frowned, it was hard to catch what he was feeling. He stuck out his tongue, ran as fast as he could to the bathroom

“Kai, you should not eat it,” cried Pram from the bathroom.

“Darling, you why?” kailla asked, patting the back of Pram who was bowing in front of the sink. Kaila thrust a bottle of mineral water that had just been in dikaya.

Pram did not reply, only grabbed a bottle of water then cleaned his mouth.

“Ah, that's spicy, sour, that raw shrimp scent. I can't,” explained Pram.

“You can feel it from my lips, if you want to try it,” continued Pram, chuckling.

The cup! A light kiss landed on Kailla's lips.

“Please help remove the strange taste in my mouth Dear,” pinta Pram, weld.

Kailla is shocked, but soon she learns of her husband's intentions.

“I'm sorry. I won't eat it, if you don't allow it,” Kailla said.

“Smart boy,” replied Pram smile. She was already preparing to wait for a kiss from Kailla while smiling seductively.

With both hands Kailla, already tangled in Pram's neck. “I'm with you,” whispered Kailla, before kissing Pram's lips.

“Ah... You cheated Mistress,” protest Pram.

“Even you don't want to say clearly, if you love me. Stubborn once,” grumbled Pram after finishing his kiss scene with Kailla.

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