The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 182: Old Tiger & Female Tiger

“Sam, you don't need to come with me to Bali. Wait for me here!” pram's orders, got Sam wide-eyed.

“Gosh! How can I report everything to Non Kailla. If I was left in the waiting room!” inner Sam.

“Ta..but Sir later if Non Kailla asks me, I have to answer what?” sam asked hesitantly.

“You are very afraid of your naughty employer,” said Pram.

“Jawab only. Usually you are the smartest to answer your beloved employer,” said Pram relaxed. His hand was opening a bottle of mineral water and immediately poured it into his mouth.

“Indeed, Mr Pram is not afraid of Non Kailla?” Sam asked back. Sam's question made Pram who was drinking immediately choke.

Uhuk! Uhuk!

“Cih, she herself is just as afraid of me! Doesn't he realize he's an old tiger. Wife's a tigress. Equally fierce,” Inner Sam.

Sam smiled remembering the old tiger who was afraid of the female tiger. If only, he was not in front of Pram, he would have laughed out loud.

“You can just find an excuse if my wife asks.” Pram said again.

“But how Sir, Non Kailla requests every minute should send a photo of Mr. Pram. I was asked to follow wherever Mr. Pram went.”

Pram glared at Sam's words. She does not expect Kailla's goal of sending Sam to follow her only to report her every move.

Seeing Pram not answering, Sam gave him an idea.

“Alright Sir. Later I will tell Non Kailla, if I miss the plane,” Sam said.

“Do-don't! Later Kailla thought I left you on purpose,” Pram said, rejecting Sam's crazy idea. Ideas that would destroy the harmony of his household.

After a long thought, Pram finally allowed Sam to come with him. But he put forward all kinds of conditions. Including, Sam must not follow him at all times. He is unlikely to bring Sam when he meets his hired man who will lead him to meet with Citra Wijaya.

The Jakarta-Bali flight, which took approximately 1 hour and 50 minutes, was spent by Pram looking at a photo of his wife who filled a mobile phone gallery.

Sam who was sitting next to him, could only shake his head. Love can change a person. From the figure of Pram who is serious and does not talk much. More nagging, every time he opened his voice. Moreover, hoping for a smile to appear on his lips, like looking for a spring in the desert.

But who would have thought, Pram can smile on his phone screen just by looking at a picture of his wife.

Sam secretly documented it. He will send to the Madam when he has set foot in Ngurah Rai, Bali.

“The female tiger will definitely roll around when she sees her husband is half crazy smiling on the mobile screen,” Sam said in his heart.

***

Ngurah Rai Bali.

Pram and Sam, who were not carrying luggage, walked out of the airport. It appears that Pram contacted someone when he was outside the airport. Shortly after turning off his phone, suddenly someone came to them.

“Sorry, good morning. Is it true with Mr Pram?” ask a man in his 50s to Pram. Seen he matching Pram's face with the photo on the screen of his phone.

“Iya Sir,” Reply Pram briefly.

The man introduces himself to Pram and Sam. After that, he took his two guests walking towards his parked car not too far from the exit.

“Please sir, come with me. I'll take you to the hotel,” take him while walking in front, showing the direction.

When the car stops in the hotel lobby, Pram just goes down for a while and picks up the keys to his room and Sam. He had made a reservation before, while still in Jakarta.

“Sam, this is your room key,” said Pram, thrusting a cardlock.

“I still have business,” pamit Pram, instantly pass away. Without waiting for Sam's answer.

“Pak... Sir, wait. First photo Sir! “ pinta Sam ventured, trying to stop Pram's move.

“Sorry Sir, this is for the smooth running of Mr. Pram's own affairs. Later I will tell Non Kailla, if Mr. Pram is sleeping in the room,” explained Sam.

“Jeez Kailla, I'm your husband. Not a prisoner!” grumble Pram, pissed.

“Iya Pak, because Pak Pram is her husband Non Kailla, so the photo of Pak Pram is needed at this time. Please cooperate with me, sir, so that we are equally good,” explained Sam again.

Pram can only cluck in annoyance. “I've imagined how terrible it would be to take you with me to Bali!” nagel Pram's.

After successfully taking a photo of Pram with a face half annoyed, again Sam stopped Pram's steps.

“Pak, briefly,” call him slowly.

“APA AGAIN?!” Pram shouted harshly, staring intently at Sam. Patience is over. He was trying to follow Sam's silly behavior.

“Remind once again Sir. I saw the results, there was a girl who was photographed earlier,” explained Sam showed the picture just now.

“Pak, can slide a little closer with the statue?” sam asked doubtfully. He thought it best to take photos with the statue alone, minimizing all risks. He doesn't want any woman caught on his cell phone camera. That would make Kailla think badly of her beloved husband.

"That's missing you Sam. My wife is childish, but you don't have to follow her and serve her!" grunts Pram.

Pram was forced to follow Sam's request. He didn't have much time to scold Sam at the moment. But after his business was done, he promised to hang Sam on the flagpole in front of the hotel.

“One more time, I'll kick you into the streets!” nagel Pram, staring cynically at his wife's assistant.

“Already Sir. Sorry, I just want to save Mr. Pram, so that tonight does not sleep in the security guard post,” explained Sam hesitated, holding his laugh after successfully making fun of Pram.

“How dare you!” gerutu Pram, already pointed his index finger towards Sam.

Sam knows, Pram is upset with him. But he also can't do anything, other than grant all of Kailla's requests. She doesn't want to get Kailla to interfere with her life just because of misunderstanding or prejudiced no-no.

Pram gets back in the car to meet his man. He was already impatient to meet Citra Wijaya. After that, he had to go home. He didn't want to leave Kailla alone sleeping in their room tonight.

He deliberately booked a hotel, so he could rest and leave Sam there. He can't possibly take Sam with him right now.

****

The car that Pram was riding in was seen stopping at a modest house, on the outskirts of town. After gathering his belief, Pram got down from the car to step definitely towards the house that the man referred to.

After knocking on the door a few times, it finally opened. A beautiful woman appeared from behind the door.

“Sorry, is here the house of Ms Citra Wijaya?” pram asked the beautiful woman, long wavy hair, beautiful on her shoulder.

“Sorry, with whom sir?” asked the woman politely, slightly bowing.

“I Reynaldi Pratama, want to meet with Ibu Citra,” said Pram introduced himself.

Deg—

The beautiful woman, looked surprised. Staring at the handsome man before him with a hard-to-understand look.

“What is this Mom's son? Ah, he's so handsome!” the woman's mind.

Again he looked at Pram. But his gaze was full of admiration this time. His cheeks frowned for a moment, looking at Pram who was staring at him.

“Sorry mbak, I can meet Ms Citra?” pram asked, breaking the daydream of the beautiful woman before him.

***

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