The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 178: Get a Ticket for Me!

Bayu, Sam and Donny are seen enjoying their breakfast with a cup of hot coffee and fried bananas made by the duo of household assistants, namely Bu Ida and Bu Sari.

Pram, who had just come out of the room with his wife, was seen pulling a chair and letting Kailla sit down.

“Kai, I have to meet Bayu for a while,” said Pram, pass away.

Pram looks up to his three assistants.

“Morning Sir,” greet them almost in unison.

“Bay, can I give you a minute,” take Pram, leaving Sam and Donny looking with astonished gazes.

Pram invites Bayu to speak seriously on the side terrace. There's something important to tell him.

“What's the Boss?” ask Bayu when they are facing each other.

“Please take care of Kailla. I'm worried. I already know the mastermind of the terror threat message. She's my sister-in-law,” explained Pram.

“Don't let him get close to Kailla. I don't want anything to happen to my wife and son,” Pram continued. His gaze was currently on his wife, who was wearing an apron preparing to start her cooking course.

From the side terrace, Pram can freely stare at Kailla from the glass wall that he deliberately made in order to display the green garden from his dining room.

“I can't go with him at any time. I can only count on you now,” ucao Pram, pat Bayu on the shoulder. He looks like he's walking back inside the house.

“Kai, you don't have breakfast?” pram asked, as he stood behind his wife who was preparing vegetables to be cleaned.

“I'm still full. Later I will eat,” Kailla replied without turning her head.

“Guide me breakfast,” pinta Pram, at the sight of Kailla who is completely indifferent to her presence. His wife was too busy with broccoli and cauliflower on her hands.

“Come!” take Pram, pull his wife's arm to follow him.

“I want, you accompany me to breakfast,” Pram said, after they both sat together at the dinner table.

“Good.” Kailla answered only briefly. He again grabbed his phone, chose to surf looking for recipes that will be tried later.

“Honey, you are not hungry?” pram asked, suddenly already thrusting a spoonful of fried rice in front of his wife's mouth.

“Not too,” replied Kailla with a full mouth, after devouring the fried rice that her husband had fed her.

It's been the habit of the two, sharing food. Since getting married, there have been many things that have changed in the lives of Pram and Kailla, one of which is the habit of sharing food in each

“Honey, what time do I have to go to the office?” kailla asked, looking at Pram who was busy enjoying the special fried rice.

“Faster is better,” said Pram smiling nosy.

“Stella makes an appointment after lunch,” clear Pram again.

“Alright,” sahut Kailla. It was seen she grabbed a fork from Pram's hand, stealing a piece of appetizing ceplok egg from her husband's plate.

“Eitttts Mistress, you stole my eggs!” pram stared intently, pretending not to accept.

“Little thief! I deliberately told it to last, so I could enjoy it,” continued Pram, chuckling.

“Not my intention Darling. Your son wants it.” Kailla defended herself. He followed up laughing after seeing Pram's eyes glaring at him.

“Aaaakkkk.. All eggs for my son,” said Pram thrust the remaining pieces of eggs on his plate.

“Darling, you have no more cravings plans?” pram asked looking at Kailla with a smile.

Kailla.

“I was waiting for you to ask me to climb and pick a young mango on the neighbor's home page,” Pram said with a laugh.

“As in sinetron-sinetron Madam,” continued Pram again.

“I don't want to,” reject Kailla.

“It was too easy for you,” continued Kailla.

“I'm sure, you've been eyeing which mango tree you want to climb,” explained Kailla.

“If not, how could you dare to offer me willingly,” snorted Kailla.

“Hahaha..

Pram's hand was tidying the spoon and fork onto an empty plate. The fried rice was already barren with no leftovers. Some went into Pram's stomach, the rest went into Kailla's stomach. After wiping his lips with a white washcloth on the table, Pram immediately stood up and kissed his wife's forehead.

“I'm leaving Darling. You are so beautiful with this apron. It looks like a wife. Only less negligent batiknya,” god Pram. This time he cupped Kailla's face with both hands.

The cup!cups! Giving a streak of kisses on Kailla's thin blushing lips.

“Daddy departs for the office Darling,” pamit Pram, rubbed his wife's stomach.

***

The Chairman of RD Group.

At that time, the time showed at 11:30 p.m. Pram is ready to wait for Kailla's arrival. He wanted to take his wife to lunch outside and go straight to the obstetrician afterwards.

He was cleaning his desk when the phone on the desk rang. Seeing the caller's name, Pram hurriedly shifted the green button on the screen.

“Iya, how?” ask Pram.

“I have all the information of the Boss,” said the caller from across.

“He now lives in Bali. Perhaps this information would shock the Boss. I've sent all this important information through wa. Please Boss check yourself,” continued the caller.

“Good, I'll have David send to your account. After making sure this information is accurate, I will add a bonus for you,” replied Pram, responding to the words of the man he asked to find out about Pratama Indraguna and Citra Wijaya.

Without waiting for a response, Pram immediately turned off his phone. Hurry up to open a text message. His eyes were rounded to see the complete message with photographs that complemented the information in question. Pram's heart skipped a beat, he was nervous when he saw one of the photos of an old woman who had begun to age and was sitting in a wheelchair.

He forgets everything, even he forgets his promise with Kailla. Without considering anything, he immediately contacted David, asking his assistant to come into his room.

“What's the President!” david was standing in front of him.

“Dave, find me a ticket to Bali right now,” Pram command. His feelings are not calm at the moment.

“The fastest flight. I'll be there now,” continued Pram again.

David just gawked, hearing Pram's sudden request.

“What-what-is. Even in the afternoon, there are still important meetings,”, David said in his heart.

Unable to argue, David simply nodded. Immediately return to the room to carry out Pram's orders. Pram who can not think clearly, looks paced in his room. Occasionally staring at the photo of the old woman who sent her man.

There is a sense that is difficult to express when looking at the appearance of a wrinkled face that looks sad.

Pram even forgot all about the current thing. He forgot his job, his responsibilities, even his promise to his wife. As soon as the door opened, he called out David's name without seeing who had come to see him.

“Dave! How?” pram asked, surprised to realize who had entered his current study.

Kailla, the wife, smiled at him while carrying one of his expensive bag collections. She's dressed pretty today. He and Pram will meet their son in a moment.

“Honey...,” say hello to spoiled Kailla, directly hugging Pram. Both of her hands were spoiled around her husband's neck, ready to be spoiled in Pram's arms. It was seen that she had already dipped her face into Pram's chest, smelling a masculine scent mixed with her husband's favorite perfume.

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Sorry late up.

Thanks though.

Love You All's.