The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 32. Kailla's Prospective Husband

“Kai.”

“Sorry.” There was a masculine voice, whose owner was standing straight with sunglasses in front of Dion, staring unblinkingly.

“You?” ask Dion briefly. Now he doesn't want to talk too much.

“Include me Reynaldi Pratama,” know Pram while opening his sunglasses and keeping in shirt pocket. Then, he extended his hand towards Dion.

Dion simply welcomed the burly hand without speaking. The young man felt that he did not know the man before him.

You're Dion Satrio, right? You can call me Pram," continued Pram again.

“Ya.” Dion answered briefly.

“You may not know me, but I met you on purpose to thank you for helping me so much and keeping Kailla for me."

Upon hearing Kailla's name, Dion immediately stared at Pram. Seeing Dion's reaction, Pram smiled stiffly. It appears that Pram took out a business card and presented it to Dion.

“You who? How do you get to know Kailla?” dion asked while receiving the business card that Pram offered. He looked at the business card in his hand. Dion was so curious about the man in front of him that he had mentioned the name Kailla.

Pram just smiled without answering Dion's question.

“I heard .. you work at the cafe. In addition, you are also an accomplished student. I'm here to offer you a job at my company. You can study as well as a career in my company. If you are interested, can come directly to the company and meet me there,” said Pram.

“Alright, I'm sorry,” said Pram while patting Dion's shoulder.

“Sorry, are you ready Kailla?” tanya Dion stood up for a moment trying to hold Pram's departure.

Pram smiled looking at the young man in front of him.

“I ... future husband Kailla,” replied Pram briefly and passed away leaving Dion shocked.

Just a few steps, I saw Pram turn around. The man came back and reached into his pants pocket to grab something.

“This, I return it to you.” It looks like Pram handed me something wrapped in a small box.

“Open up, you'll know what it is,”.

Dion opened the contents of the box he was thrust into. He was shocked to see that the contents of the box was the necklace he had given to Kailla a few days ago. Dion immediately looked at the man in front of him in a bit of a daze.

“Why? I just gave him this gift without meaning anything,” obviously Dion tried to defend himself.

“Sorry, maybe Kailla has not understood the limits when receiving this gift. Please ... I don't forbid you You can give him any gift, I never have a problem with it. But not with your current status, someone who secretly loves my future wife. I only let you approach him as a friend. If you mean more, maybe in the future we will not face each other in a state of good as it is today,” said Pram

“You ...."

“Don't worry, I won't scold you or Kailla because I know that love isn't formed, it grows on its own. We can't choose who we fall in love with, but we can choose where we should stand" Pram said, still staring down at Dion.

“I can't take this back, I already gave it to Kailla.” Dion returns the box to Pram.

“Hmm .. fine. I'll help you save it,” Pram said, retrieving the jewelry box from Dion's hand and putting it back in his pants pocket. Pram realized, Dion would be very embarrassed if he had to take back the gift he had given to Kailla.

“Baiklah ...." Pram was silent for a moment before continuing his words.

***

As soon as Pram returned, he saw Kailla standing on her head beside the campus gate. He also approached Kailla who was currently completely unaware of his arrival.

“Sorry, I'm a little late. Long wait?” tanya Pram glanced at the face of the girl who was looking down before him. Kaila was hiding a puffy face, just finished crying.

Kailla looked at Pram at a glance, then shook her head. Seeing the little girl cry, there was pain in Pram's heart. After all, she is Kailla's husband-to-be. And he knew clearly who Kailla was fighting. Actually, Pram was following Kailla and Dion. He stood not too far away until he could hear all the conversations between Dion and Kailla.

Looking at the still-silent Kailla, Pram grabbed the girl's hand and grabbed it.

“Come, we're going to the car. It's hot here, Kai,” said Pram containing Kailla. The look of Pram helps Kailla open the car door and makes the girl sit comfortably. Afterwards, she helps Kailla put her seatbelt on and pick up the tissue box, which she puts on Kailla's lap.

“You are free to cry as much,” said Pram smiled as he patted the top of Kailla's head.

On the way, Kailla chose silence. He still looked down and did not want to talk. Occasionally rub his slightly reddened and swollen eyes. Time and again Pram asked to lure Kailla to speak, but only answered with a nod and a sling. The girl just kept quiet and tried to hold back her cries.

Seeing Kailla who still remains silent, Pram finally forced to find a quiet street and pull over his car.

“You can cry as much as now. I'm waiting for you outside, Kai,” Pram said as he got out of the car. He chooses to stand outside and gives Kailla a chance to shed her grief

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty minutes passed. Pram looks occasionally at Kailla from behind the glass of the car. He spent time standing next to the car, checking his phone occasionally.

“Gosh, this kid is really draining emotions and energy.”

Pram's patience is over. Immediately he opened the car door and pulled Kailla out. Pram hugged the girl and let her cry in her arms.

“Huaa .... “ Kailla cries as she drenches her Pram shirt. Occasionally he cleans the thick liquid that comes out of the nose by using a Pram shirt. Kailla was crying on Pram's sturdy shoulder.

“Already?” pram asked, gently patting Kailla's back and the other hand busy stroking Kailla's long, beautifully unraveled hair.

Kailla took off her embrace, looking down not daring to look at Pram at all. Sometimes he wipes away the tears that still come down his cheeks.

“Kai, listen to me. This is the first and last time you cry for another man on my shoulder.” Pram said as he patted his shoulder.

Kailla was surprised, raised her head and looked at Pram. Pram smiled looking at Kailla's surprised expression.

“Get him out of here. This is my place, honey. Not the place or any other man. There can only be my name in here. You understand?” Pram said softly while pointing his index finger at Kailla's chest.

***

Thank ye.

Love you all.