The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 4. Marsha and The Bear

PLAQUE.

“What did you say?” Suddenly Kailla was standing behind Sam. His eyes glared, alternately staring at the two people who were sitting in front of him.

“Aw! No need to be hit with a book either, Non. Can be discussed carefully, right?” obviously Sam while rubbing his recently hit head.

“Come, what were you talking about earlier. I can hear it clearly,” snapped Kailla at the two assistants who had just looked down and rattled.

“No, Non. We're not talking about, Non. We're just cartoon stories. Yeah, right Don?” sam was trying to defend himself.

“What do I think is not heard. It turns out that in hindsight, your work gossiped about the employer, yes. I'll report it to Daddy. Can't be left,” Threatens Kailla.

“Lah, wrong us what, Non?” ask Donny.

“Articles of humiliation and unpleasant deeds.“ Kailla answered briefly. Stand in front of the two while folding both hands on the chest.

“So you guys describe me like Marsha, indirectly it means saying Daddy is the bear. Marsha and the Bear. That's pair! Like me and Daddy,” kaila.

The two people in front of him laughed. Even Sam who was sipping coffee instantly spouted that pitch-black liquid out of his mouth because of Kailla's words.

“Bigger than a child. His father called a bear."

“Lah, just now that said so is Non Kailla, not us." Donny tried to defend himself.

“Already, let's go. Hurry Sam!" take Kailla to pull the assistant's hand. “The similarities here that there are only add to sins, Sam. Your work is just gossiping about the employer!” kailla continued again.

“Ya, Non, be patient first.” Sam stopped to take a sip of coffee in his cup and picked up a piece of fried banana that he had not tried.

“Bro, I go first, yes,” say goodbye to Sam while waving.

Donny smiled as he shook his fist. He was once in Sam's position. Difficult conditions even go wrong. Fortunately, he had gone through a period of serving his master's son.

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“Sam, we're going to the mall. Last time I saw a post, there was a brand that was again a massive discount. Anyway, I was lazy to go to college today,” Kailla ordered. His hands were still busy sliding the screen of his phone.

“Jeez, Non! Later we are scolded by Mr. Pram, Non.” Sam hesitates because as before, he always ends up in Pram's hands because he is considered not to be very good at guarding Kailla.

“Already. Just chill. That Om if you see me take a little. Definitely cancel her anger,” said Kailla still persuades Sam.

“Why? Om doesn't comment anything,” Kailla chirps.

“Non alone does not know. Tomorrow, during Non-college, I was called by Mr. Pram. Sent to the office, scolded for hours until I forget Mr. Pram talk anything.” explained Sam.

“Hah! Why not talk?” Kailla patted Sam's shoulder sitting in front of her.

“Keep as I speak, Non dare to defend me in front of Mr Pram?” sam asked immediately shrunk Kailla's guts.

“Not really, Sam.” Kailla chuckled at Sam from the rearview mirror.

Let alone Sam, Kailla himself immediately shrieked if Pram was angry. Even his own daddy would just be a spectator and choose silence, seeing him being scolded by Pram.

However, Pram rarely scolds Kailla. After Kaila, he chose to give up. Usually, he has his own way of conquering Kailla's emotions and indulgences.

“So, we go to campus only yes, Non?” tasted Sam again, a little calm to see Kailla who had been silent and thought.

“It's half way Sam. Stay to the mall only!” kailla. He fell in love with these products.

“But Non ...."

“Choose where? Want to be scolded Om Pram or fired Daddy for making fun of Daddy is the Bear Marsha,” cut Kailla.

Sam doesn't know that if he refuses, Kailla will still whine and use all means. In the end, he will still face Pram.

“Wadd, Non. My bike is still one year away. If you get fired to pay for what?”

“Well, you understand how to,” said Kailla, grinning triumphantly.

“Anywhere the name of the little guy is always oppressed and pinched. Here's very, yes,” Inner Sam.

“So where do we go, Non?” ask Sam again.

“Central Mall. Remember yes, his mouth filtered so as not to slip in front of Om Pram," threatened Kailla.

“Ready, Non,” replied Sam resignedly lamenting his fate in the next few hours.

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