The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 25. Son Daddy or Son Om

“Pram,” greet the guest, sitting quietly in front of Pram while taking off his sunglasses.

“You want what you came here for? I think all our business is done, An.” Pram seems to be busy with his files and ignores Anita. He did not even look at the beautiful woman sitting in front of him.

“I want to take you to lunch.” Anita does not know shamefully touched the hand of Pram who was holding the pen. Immediately pushed by Pram.

“Sorry, it looks like I can't accompany you to lunch," Pram refused to stare at Anita at a glance and then resume work.

“Come, Pram, lunch only. I think your little fiance will not mind,” persuaded Anita.

“Maybe my future wife doesn't mind, but I do mind, An,” said Pram briefly. He deliberately used the word wife-to-be to beat back Anita who tried to approach him.

“Haha .. since when did a Pram become so obedient to women. As far as I know ... You used to at least reject women, Pram," Anita said still trying to persuade.

“I'm not young anymore, An. I don't want to waste my time on unimportant things.”

“Wow! it means I'm a part of the unimportant part of your life, Pram. You seem to have forgotten how you used to worship me. What to remind?” anita asked, as she approached Pram. Previously, he had planned to embrace Pram's neck.

“Enough An! I'm busy,” said Pram trying to avoid. “If nothing matters, you can get out now,” expel Pram. He did not look at Anita.

“Come, Pram! Don't you miss me?” tanya Anita is still trying to seduce Pram.

“Do not want to repeat the beauty of sharing on the bed?” continued again. This time he hugged Pram. Intentionally he reminded Pram of the past times they had passed together, a time where the enjoyment of a moment is lost.

“Enough, An!”

“Come, Pram! I don't think your fiancee is as talented as I am in satisfying you. Play around for a while, she couldn't possibly know, Pram.” persuaded Anita.

It looks like Pram contacted someone by phone on the table.

“Ste, can call security to my room!” his orders are with Stella, his secretary.

“Your delay, Pram.” Anita grunts resentfully out of Pram's study.

“Don't think I'll give up Pram, let's see until when you can reject me.”

Anita came out of the room grumbling and staring intently at Pram's secretary who had quarreled with her. Seeing her superior guest come out, Stella smiled. Just now he was going to contact security, in order to drag the woman out of his boss room, it turns out his guests know themselves enough.

“Cih! Women model so, where maybe Mr. Pram tempted. Pak Pram's fiancee is much more everything,” muttered the secretary. Stella cheered in her heart, looking at the annoyed-looking guest's face. He believes that the guest is not treated well by his superior.

***

Inside her room, Kailla was busy replying to conversations in the group chat . The plan next week will be held a campus event at Puncak.

Donna: Guys, come with all, right?

Kaila: I don't know yet. I haven't asked Daddy's permission.

Donna: Come on, Kai. If you don't come, it won't be exciting.”

Rika: Yes, yes! Only duahari. Not long, though."

Dion: Come on dong, Kai, please.

Kaila: I'll talk to Daddy later, yeah. But not a promise.

Rika: Come on, Kai. We'll have a barbeque tonight.

Kailla : “Ok, yes. Try to talk to Daddy tomorrow. By the way, I want a beautiful bobo first, yeah. See you's.

Dion: Have a nice dream, yes.

A kiss emoticon spiked Dion at the end of the message.

Kailla : Bye all.

***

The next day, Mr. Riadi was enjoying breakfast in the back garden accompanied by his assistant, Donny. The mood looks better this morning. The occasional small smile was etched on the lips every time he heard the funny things Donny was throwing.

“Kailla is still not awake, Don?” he asked while putting pieces of chocolate barley bread into his mouth.

“Already, Sir. Earlier, he saw Non Kailla run early in the morning accompanied by his son Bu Sari. It might be down for breakfast soon,” explains Donny, sipping his steaming black coffee.

The atmosphere of the morning was really bright, there was a sweet chirp of Pak Riadi's petite magpie as if greeting the master. Soon, Kailla approached them and joined them to enjoy breakfast.

“Morning, Dad,” greet Kailla while hugging her sitting daddy and peeking at the wrinkled cheeks of the daddy.

“Morning, Dear,” replied the daddy then cupped his hands to Kailla's face and kissed her forehead.

“Where are plans today? Sam has arrived?” ask Mr. Riadi.

“You sleep all day, Dad. Maybe Sam is a little new to here.” Kailla answered while taking a piece of bread and applying jam on it.

“Dad, mm ... next week I have a campus event to Peak. The plan is to stay a day there. Can I come with you?” ask Kailla doubt.”

“Pram already allows?” Mr. Riadi asked back.

Kailla shook her head,” I haven't had time to talk about it, Dad.”

“As for Pram only, if he allows you, Daddy does not mind,” replied Mr. Riadi.

“Ah, Dad .. I am actually a Daddy child or a Om child!” grouse Kailla. His face pouted with his mouth pursed.

“Hahaha ..." cheered Mr. Riadi, laughing at Kailla's grunts.

“Come, Dad. I'm your daughter, Dad. So Daddy should decide. And Om is also afraid of Daddy. Just order him to let me. He will definitely not reject you,” suggested Kailla.

“Lag anyway, Dad .. yesterday I saw the results of your work on his face,” whispered Kailla as she advanced her body forward and chuckled, covering her mouth with her hands.

“Hahaha ... The person is behind you, Kai,” said Mr. Riadi surprised Kailla who was preparing to open her mouth to insert a piece of bread.

Deg-

And sure enough, as soon as Kailla turned her body back, Pram was already standing dashingly looking at her sharply with her devilish smile.

“Ah ..” It appears that Kailla sighed and continued her breakfast again.

“Morning, Dad,” greet Pram while pulling up a chair and joining in. He looked at the bowed Kailla without looking at her.

Saw Pram who was already sitting sweetly and preparing for breakfast. Soon Kailla prepared the bread following jam and placed it on the plate in front of Pram with a sweet smile.

“Nothing is sometimes sweet like this, who knows can melt his heart and he allows me to Peak.”

“Haha ... This little girl of yours seems to be learning to be a good wife, Pram.” Mr. Riadi looked at Kailla while chuckling, he had already read what was on Kailla's mind. The girl was flirting again as usual.

“Come here,” Pram command on Kailla while patting the empty seat next to her.

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This time the visual of Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.

Thank ye.