The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 2. The Tragedy of Eggs.

“Why? Pram pranking you again,” asked Daddy with a laugh. He has memorized his daughter's behavior.

Kailla just pouted while continuing to fry the eggs for Pram. It flashed a mischievous idea to prank the man. His face instantly turned bright, the annoyance melted away instantly.

“Good. You purposely told me to cook today. Let's see how this egg will traumatize you for life. I'll make sure the taste of this egg will last all the time in your memory.” Kailla smirked as she grabbed the jar on the shelf.

“What did you enter that, Kai?” asked Mr. Riadi was surprised to see the additional ingredients that Kailla mixed into the eggs that had been shaken in the bowl.

“Oh, this is curry powder, Dad. I remember, yesterday my college friend told me that eggs mixed with curry powder will produce a taste that is amazingly delicious. Daddy want me to make it too?” haggle for Kailla again.

“No—no. Thanks, Kai. Lunch was enough. Moreover, Daddy recommended a doctor to diet and should not eat too much." Mr. Riadi rejected his daughter's offer quickly.

“You think I don't know how you're doing, Kai,“ inner Mr. Riadi, smilingly imagining the chaos that's about to happen in a moment. He was clearly not senile, still able to distinguish which curry powder, which coffee powder.

“Bad girl!"

Mr. Riadi deliberately let Kailla behave, because he believes Pram can certainly handle Kailla as already. Pram is the only person who can deal with Kailla's mischief. If with Pram, Kailla will obey and obey, but not infrequently also Pram must stroke the chest in the face of Kailla's indulgence which is sometimes already out of bounds.

Before long, there were footsteps entering the dining room of Riadi Dirgantara's residence. Donny, Mr. Riadi's assistant, is standing behind Pram, who is still in his office suit and sunglasses.

“Good day, President,” greet Pram while taking off his sunglasses and keeping them in his suit pocket.

“You've arrived, Pram. Come, please sit.“ Mr. Riadi.

“Wah! Looks like my lunch is ready, Kai,” said Pram smiled as he saw Kailla carrying a plate of rice and eggs on it complete with melted malika soy sauce.

"Order egg ceplok, the arrival of omelet. It's ok." Pram smiled looking at the dish in front of him.

“Please, Om,” replied Kailla, please allow Pram to enjoy lunch. Not to forget, he also prepared a glass of warm tea.

“This is rosella tea, Om.” Kailla placed the warm, reddish tea on the right side of Pram's plate.

“Perfect! Sure it's edible, right?” Pram asked as he stared intently at the bead in the eyes of the beautiful girl before him. As of now, Pram is not sure.

Kaila tried to smile as sweetly as possible. He chose to stand not too far away to watch a spectacular show that will soon air in front of him.

Mr. Riadi is also seen sitting with Pram enjoying lunch.

“How's the office, Pram?” asked Mr. Riadi to open the conversation. For more than a week, he did not go to the office. His age and health recently forced him to spend more time at home.

“Good, tomorrow there will be a meeting to discuss the launch of our new project. And it looks like the President should be in the meeting.” Pram explained while spooning lunch to the mouth.

“Ok, Prams. Tomorrow I'll come. Let Don know, what time the meeting starts. I'm gonna take a break. Enjoy your lunch,” say goodbye to Mr. Riadi while patting Pram's shoulder, walking away from the dining table.

Pram's eyes immediately glared as soon as the food that was fed into his mouth touched his tongue.

“Gosh! This kid really pranks me. I skipped my lunch for a meal not worth it like this. Dear God,” said Pram in his heart and still trying to spend his lunch with a smile.

Kaila looked at Pram with a look of disbelief. The man almost finished half the plate without protest.

Right on the last spoon, Pram calls Kailla closer.

“Kai, come! You must be wondering how good the lunch you made this time. Om wants you to make eggs with exactly this taste later. Let's open your mouth, you should try it.“ Pram prepares to feed Kailla with a smile.

“Ti .. no, Om. I'm still full,” push Kailla off the storm while covering her mouth with both hands.

“I'm done this time."

“Come, Kai.” Pram approached Kailla with a spoon in his hand. Forced, Kailla opened her mouth after she felt she had no reason to refuse again. Actually, he was also curious about the taste of his cooking. How can Pram spend it quietly without going berserk.

Uhuk .. uhuk.

Kailla coughed as soon as the food made it into her mouth and chewed. He spouts his food out.

“Crazy, it feels so bad,” he said in his heart. Immediately snatched the tea glass on the table that had been prepared for Pram. Kaila choked, her mouth overheated with red lips. Choking effects cause pain in the ears.

“Sshh ... sshh .. spicy, Om.” Only that word could be said from Kailla's lips while shaking her hand to her mouth.

Seeing Kaila who was spiciness until she let out tears made Pram panic. Immediately he ran to the kitchen looking for something to reduce the spicy taste in Kailla's mouth.

Half-running Pram carries a glass of warm water and thrusts it in Kailla's mouth. After sipping the water until the toilet, the spicy taste in the mouth was slightly reduced. Her tears came out complete with sweaty forehead and reddened lips. Seeing the sight, Pram immediately pulled out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, helping Kailla wipe the sweat off her forehead.

“I'm sorry, Om. You okay?” pram asked regretted having fucked Kailla.

Kailla just nodded. He actually felt sorry for pram who finally exposed himself.

“This is the name, pranking parents,” said Pram flicked Kailla's forehead.

“Sorry ...” Kailla whispered softly as she rubbed her new forehead on Pram's dysentile.

“Ya already, Om back to the office. Deliver to Daddy, Om saying goodbye, yes,” continued Pram patted the tip of Kailla's head gently and scrambled it with anxiety.

“Huh," snorted Kailla annoyed as she clenched both hands staring at Pram's sturdy back that had already walked out of the dining room.

“You said something?” pram suddenly turned to look at Kailla.

“Ti .. no.” Kaila stuttered, hurriedly presenting a fake and sweet smile. He immediately hid his fist behind his back.

Pram walked away from Riadi's residence with a smile on his lips. On the terrace, he still had time to cross paths with Donny who was about to enter the house.

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