The Little Wife of the President
Chapter 33. That girl belongs to me
“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.
“Om ...." Kailla wondered how Pram knew everything. Hearing Pram's words, Kailla was sure that the man knew something.
Seeing Kailla who was still staring at him without blinking, Pram immediately took Kailla into the car, then Pram followed after entering and sat quietly looking straight ahead. Every now and then Pram glanced at the girl next to him. Kailla looked down, not daring to look at her. Since then Kailla just folded the tip of the white shirt she wore.
“What do you think, Kai?” tanya Pram opened the conversation.
“Sorry.” Kailla said slowly still looking down, not daring to look at Pram.
Hearing Kailla's words, Pram immediately turned his gaze towards Kailla. The girl was still silent and did not dare to look at him.
“Sorry for what?” ask Pram briefly. He changed his sitting position, so he was more comfortable staring at Kailla.
“If you feel that it is a mistake, try not to repeat it,” continued Pram while pulling Kailla's hand and grasping it.
“Om not angry?” Kailla asked. He raised his face trying to dare to look at Pram. Their gazes met, and Pram smiled. A smile full of warmth and tenderness. There's a sense of guilt sneaking in in Kailla's little heart.
Pram sighed, framing the pretty girl's face with his two burly hands.
“Kai, learn to love me. Learn to accept me Learn to only look at me from now on.”
“Ya, Om.” Kailla nodded.
Cup.
Pram peeling Kailla forehead, “Alright. We should find a ring for our wedding later. Don't cry anymore, I love you.”
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“Sorry, I'm Reynaldi Pratama, my secretary seems to have contacted before,” know Pram once entered at the jewelry store in one of the largest malls in Jakarta.
“Welcome, Mr. Pram. I'm the manager here. Miss Stella contacted us yesterday. Can I help you, Sir?” greet the manager while taking Pram and Kailla to his room.
“We want to find wedding rings. Can you help us choose the best, which is suitable for us.” Pram explained the meaning of his arrival.
“Oh, sure Wait a minute.” The manager asks his subordinates to bring him some examples of rings to show Pram and Kailla.
After looking around, Kailla finally dropped her choice on a simple white ring, a Tiffany & Co product. Pram himself chose to follow whatever the choice of Kailla. He is not too chatty for models or brands. For her, the most important thing is that Kailla likes her. That's more than enough.
From the jewelry store, they took the time to fit bridal clothes in one of the boutiques in the same mall. For clothes worn later, Pram even looks more chatty. Even Kailla had to try dozens of dresses, only finally Pram agreed.
“If this time is still not suitable, we should just cancel the wedding, Om. I'm tired,” grumbled Kailla showing a pouty and adorable face according to Pram.
“Perfect," Pram smiled with admiration at seeing Kailla wearing a simple, but elegant dress before him. Soon he approached Kailla who was still circling in front of a large mirror that reflected a girl who looked perfectly beautiful. His burly hand had already locked onto Kailla's slender waist from behind, he was clipping Kailla's plain shoulder in a sabrina-style dress worn at the moment.
“Hey, Pretty. Thank you for being my wife.” Pram said while peeping Kailla's cheek. After that Pram put his chin on Kailla's shoulder, staring at Kailla's reflection in the mirror with love.
Hearing Pram's praise, Kailla's cheeks instantly blushed. He smiled shyly, lowered his head and occasionally stole a glance at Pram's reflection in the mirror that was still looking at him gently.
“Listen,“ said Pram twisted Kailla's body to face them.
“You can see 'can ... the beautiful girl in the mirror. The girl is mine. Can I ask for your help to take care of him. Please make sure no men approach her as long as I'm not by her side.” Pram said while pointing towards the mirror.
Bugh .. bugh. Kailla hit Pram's chest with both hands.
“Aw, this hurts, Kai,” said Pram while hugging tightly Kailla who again looks adorable.
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