The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 6. Hey Little Girl! Om Apologize

“Kai, what happened?” ask Pram. Hope the question this time can calm a little girl whose feelings are mixed.

“Why Om block all my credit cards? I've brought all my groceries to the cashier's desk, it turns out all my cards are blocked. Om doesn't know how shy I am at the moment,” explains Kailla, her eyes started to glaze over.

“I'm sorry, Om! Wait, Om will be there soon. Ask Sam to send the full address."

Pram immediately entered the meeting room and said goodbye to Mr. Riadi, then asked his assistant to continue the meeting.

Half-running, Pram heads for the elevator and immediately to the basement where his black sports car is parked. Pram's feelings are now unsettled, afraid that the naughty girl is making trouble at the mall. He knew the cause of everything that happened because of himself. Just yesterday he asked David to block Kailla's credit card, even he had not had time to update it.

Once on site, Pram can breathe a sigh of relief when he sees Kailla sitting sweetly in the corner of the store. The girl sat quietly, although the look on her face was ready to call for war right then and there.

Immediately Pram headed to the cashier, took out his leather wallet and finished all of Kailla's groceries without asking much.

“Sam!” call him after completing his transaction.

“Ya, Sir.” Sam answered briefly. He looked down, ready to receive the anger of his master.

“Bring Kailla groceries to my apartment. Wait for us there. Kailla will come with me" Pram ordered.

Deg—

“This is all! Though I had prepared myself to accept his anger," Pram's inner.

He approached Kailla who was sitting in the corner. The girl looked down at the sneakers without blinking. Pram crouched down in front of Kailla, aligning his height with Kailla who was sitting down. Trying to peek at what kind of face Kailla was hiding from her.

The girl's face still looked irritated mixed in fear of creating such an adorable combination.

“Hey, you are not satisfied with cursing, Om?” say soft pram.

Kailla raised her head briefly then lowered her head again. At least right now, that's what can be done. Determine what Pram will do next.

“Hey, little girl, Om sorry,” Pram said as he stroked Kailla's head.

Hearing Pram's words, it felt like Kailla wanted to cheer triumphantly. However, he had to try to keep Pram from scolding him. There were too many mistakes today. In addition to ditching, he had also interfered with Pram's work by forcing the man to come here just to pay for all his groceries.

“I have to act as sad as possible so that Om forgets to scold me,” Inner Kailla.

“Hua ... hua ...“ Kailla let out her cultural tears while pouring into Pram's embrace. He was creating the atmosphere as stragically as possible. Her tears are flowing non-stop. With great difficulty he persuaded the tears to conspire with him. Kailla is imagining the most sad Korean drama of the century, in which the two lead actors die simultaneously in the ending.

Deg - -

As soon as the crying stopped, Kailla could clearly listen to Pram's regular heartbeat, plus the masculine scent was completely soothing. Pram, a mature man who is still handsome at the age of four heads. Kailla does not doubt, there are many girls and even mothers out there who are subject to the charm of Pram. However, inexplicably Pram is still faithful to celibacy until now. Criteria Pram is too high or indeed the man closed the door of his own heart, only Pram and God only know the answer.

“Already, your acting is not too good. Come on, let's go get some lunch. Anyone want Om to talk about.” Pram flicked Kailla's forehead, returning the girl from her momentary daydream.

Kailla rubbed her slightly flushed forehead with a frown.

***

They were circling a foodcourt in Central Mall when the phone in Pram's pants pocket vibrated.

“Our branch office in Bandung is having problems. One of his projects stalled as some workers went on strike. I'm investigating it sir. Well, you go back to the office first so we can discuss it with the team,” explained David.

“Alright, one more hour I get to the office. Meeting is over?”

“Already, Sir.” David answered briefly.

“Is the President still in the office?” ask Pram again.

“Still, Mr. .. is waiting for Mr. Pram, it seems like there is something to discuss Mr. President. Now waiting in Mr. Pram's room" explained David.

“Alright, later please prepare lunch Mr. President. Book at the restaurant office. Mr. President is not too chatty with the menu,” Pram command.

After disconnecting her phone call, Pram glanced towards Kailla. The girl was staring at the rows of foodcourts without blinking, passing the menu sold one by one.

“Kai, looks like we're not going to lunch, Om has to go back to the office. Om will take you to Om's apartment. Sam is waiting for you there.” said Pram suddenly.

Kailla just nodded and followed Pram's steps. “Alright!”

The shadow would be a bowl of warm meatballs complete with chili sauce and melted sweet soy sauce evaporated instantly from his brain. He had been trying to find meatballs among the foodcourt but had not found Pram had canceled their lunch plans.

“Ya already, later order good only.”

***

Chequek.

Once they reached Pram's apartment, Sam already greeted them with a smile. The phone that had been stared at with full of fantasy was immediately tucked into the pocket of pants.

“Siang, Sir.” Hurriedly he stood up to Kailla who was walking behind Pram.

“Non, I put the groceries in Non's room,” reported to Kailla. Kailla just nodded and smiled, showing her thumb towards Sam. He was impatient to immediately unpack all the groceries and try again.

“Kai, Om go straight back to the office. If you need anything, ask for the same Mother Ida. Now you can rest in your room.” pamit Pram scrambling gagging head Kailla.

“Bai, Om.” replied Kailla briefly, immediately walking towards her room.

Pram is seen taking out a wallet and handing out a few hundred thousand bills to Sam.

“Take this! You can use it if Kailla needs anything. The kid was pretty good at food. Make sure he doesn't miss his lunch, ” Pram said.

“Ya, Sir.” Sam nodded.

Just as Pram stepped out the door of his apartment unit, he had already turned around again.

“Sam, make sure Kailla doesn't eat weird!” Pram stared hard. Not without reason he did. He still remembers clearly, Kailla who whined at Sam asked to be ordered som tam with raw shrimp mixture as she saw on instagram. And finally had to make the girl stay two days in the hospital. Kailla does have allergies to certain types of food that make it unable to carelessly eat like most people.

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Thank ye.