The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 82: Retaliation of Sam

“Kai listen to me!” pram pulls his wife's arm, after chasing Kailla out of the study crying.

“Fighting Kai, you can!!” kailla said in his heart,

Usually Pram will be devastated as soon as he sees her whining and crying.

“Kai, please don't act like a child anymore! No need to pretend to cry, I have memorized all your behavior.” continued Pram smiling staring at the tears that were forced out. This time Pram chose to hold both of Kailla's hands, so that his wife would look at him.

“Honestly, I can't afford to have to take care of the two of you if you bring along Sam. Log in to your room now, pack all your needs for tomorrow,” Pram command.

“I stay..”

The cup!! A sweet kiss landed on Kailla's lips. Pram assumed all their conversations were over, no offers. Whatever the reason, he won't fulfill Kailla's request this time.

“Ahhh.!” Kailla still looks upset. He had already imagined going to spend time by taking a walk and shopping during the Pre-work hours. And for that he needs Sam. He cannot rely on Bayu, he is not sure Bayu can be as loyal as Sam for loyalty problems.

Seeing Pram's unshakable decision, Kailla finally chooses to enter her room. Locking the door to his room, making sure Pram can't get into the room.

“Huh!! let's see it later, Om! I make sure you can't hug me tonight!” grouse Kailla.

Soon he took out the suitcase in his closet, filled it with his clothes and equipment. His face still pouted. Every now and then he stomps his feet against the floor every time Pram remembers.

***

Bayu just got out of the house to the security post. He looks like he rubbed his face reddened by Pram's slap.

“Hahaha...!!” Sam looked up at Pram's slap on Bayu's handsome face.

Seeing Sam laughing at him, Bayu immediately picked up the jacket that was draped on the chair and threw it towards Sam.

“Job you! Could-can laugh at me.” said Bayu annoyed to see the look of Sam who mocked him.

“Bay, the anger of Mr. Pram to me, has never been slapped.” said Sam boasted.

“Not slapped yet, his wife has put up first, Sam. You're so good. Non-Kailla, what a pity you are Sam. If it's the same me, call it aja don't want,” complains Bayu.

He had already imagined in the future he would be in trouble. Surely Kailla's gonna get him in trouble.

“Barusan know not, Non Kailla whines to Pak Pram asking you to come to Austria,” story Bayu.

“Hah! Jeez!” Sam screamed in shock. “Amit-amit. Don't make it!” said Sam shuddered. He clenched his hands, repeatedly tapping the empty stool beside him.

Bayu looked up at Sam's behavior. “Kan yummy Sam, brought Pak Pram out of the country.”

“Emoh! Meningan go home ngangon kambing.” Sam answered.

He has already promised Siti, her friends in the village. While working with Riadi, not once back to the village. Instead he brought a family consisting of mother and father to join his contract. He could not bear to leave his parents alone in the village.

Before long Donny seemed to approach them while nagging. His steps were rough, with a face full of annoyance.

“Why Bro?” sam asked, smiling at Donny's lips that had been comat kamit from earlier.

“Who else?! That Non Kailla fight again same Mr. Pram,” grumbled Donny annoyed.

How not to get upset, Kailla bumps into him while he is carrying a plate of fried dumplings that are again hits. Instantly, the plate in his hand was immediately face down on the floor and could not be saved in the slightest. If only he had been inside the house, he might have considered taking back the fallen dumplings. But unfortunately, the incident occurred on the side porch of a fairly dusty house.

Donny could only stare sadly at the dumplings strewn across the floor while swallowing his saliva. Imagine how delicious the dumplings he has been waiting for for 3 days.

“That child should once be taught a lesson,” grumbled Donny.

His frustration grew when Kailla just said the word “maaf” and just passed. Not comparable to the struggle that had to wait for 3 days, because the dumplings could not be purchased directly.

***

That night, after dinner Pram intended to return to his room. But just as she was about to open the door of the room, Kailla had already locked the door from the inside.

“Jeez Kailla! What's up again.”

Pram was just about to knock on the door of the room, but undo it. He was tired of arguing with Kailla, he needed some time to rest before his departure tomorrow. Eventually Pram chose to go down and sleep in his old room. Once in the living room, Pram sees Sam and Donny talking while enjoying hot coffee. But he was too tired to just say hello or ask the two assistants. Right now he just needs a break.

“Don.. come!” take Sam, blink his eyes at Donny as soon as Pram gets into his room.

“Be! Mumpung Non Kailla again separated the bed with Mr. Pram, our chance to make him. Reply to what he has done to us this afternoon.” said Sam giggled.

“Come!” bring Sam again. “Usually from the first also we often know him, why now you are a whim,” continued Sam again.

“I'm just afraid he's telling Pram. If he had not been married in the past,” obviously Donny still hesitated.

“Ish! You Don, mostly think. It's just his room anyway! Later if Mr. Pram comes in a hurry we turn on again.” suggested Sam.

Without further ado, Sam lowers the MCB button, which drains electricity into Kailla's room. In an instant the sound of Kailla's screams had already blared all the way downstairs.

“Ah.... SAM!!” kailla shouted loudly.

“Sam, called tuh!” donny yelled while shaking his head at Sam's behavior.

“Udah, let's just say we're asleep. If he wants to get angry, it's already past work hours. Malem also.” Sam was still laughing gigglingly, he was imagining his master being frightened. Surely his expression was much different than before, when he asked him to throw the suitcase.

***

Kailla was sitting in front of her dressing table when the lights in her room suddenly went out. Immediately she turned on the flashlight on her phone, continuing to polish the night cream on her almost finished face. But when going to put the cream on the dresser, his gaze was fixed on the mirror that reflected his face that was exposed to the spotlight of the flashlight.

In a split second, he immediately shouted, running in fear looking at his own face. He could no longer see, because in a panic he threw his phone to the floor.

Dark—

“Ah.. SAM!!” kailla yells. Panicked and dark, Kailla ran in any direction until she hit the edge of the bed and fell to her knees. Immediately he got up and fumbled, looking for the exit. He had to get out of the room. The pain in his buttocks from the fall was not comparable to his current fear.

Struggling, he finally managed to find the doorknob. But the struggle was not finished until there, he had locked the door of his room and he put his key child on the nightstand.

“Yes God, what sin I am,” he said softly. Back he walked in the dark, fumbling to get to the nightstand.

Once he got the key, his feelings calmed down a little. But trouble comes back when he has to put the key into his hole.

“Aduh... how is this,” he said slowly. His heart was racing, with trembling he inserted a key child. But unfortunately the key boy even fell and caused a twang sound that was quite surprising.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Kailla's terrified shout was no less tight than it was. On his knees he groped the key boy who had fallen on the floor sobbing.

“Hikss. Dad...., help me.” His voice shook in fear while sobbing.

Luckily he soon got his key boy back, quickly he tried to open the door again.

Chequek! Soon he ran out of the room. The main goal is to go downstairs and find Pram. But unfortunately, as soon as he reached the stairs, the lights and the other room flickered. His fear is growing. He chose to creep down the stairs with his eyes closed while saying kamit reading all the prayers he remembered.

“Hiks.. Oh my God..,” he said trembling in fear.

As soon as he got to the bottom floor, he chose to close his eyes, the strange sounds from outside further adding to his fear. Struggling, he reached Pram's bedroom.

“Om..Om.!” call Kailla. There was no voice or answer from inside the room.

“Om....!” call out to Kailla once more, this time accidentally nudging her hand against the copper display located on the consul's desk, next to the door. It made a noise, making his heart almost dislodged.

“AHHHH!” kailla shouted opening the door to Pram's room without excuse. Then he ran into the room and jumped on the bed, after lying on Pram's side. Hugged the sleeping man tightly.

“Kai... “ call Pram on the sidelines of his disturbed sleep.

“Om.. Outside there are demons, I'm afraid.” he whispered slowly. “I want to sleep here.” continued Kailla, still hugging Pram tightly.

“Hah!” Pram opened his eyes instantly, from now on he still thought this was all a dream. But when she felt Kailla's hand tightly wrapped around her waist, she just regained consciousness.

“Kai, you why?” tanya Pram tried to get up. Just as she was about to grab a glass of water on the table, Kailla had already pulled her to lie down.

“Ja..don't go anywhere, I'm afraid!” pinta Kailla, hugging Pram again.

“I just took Kai's drink. I'm thirsty,” said Pram, still trying to stretch Kailla's embrace.

“Do not go anywhere Om.” whine Kailla again. His heart was still beating irregularly.

“Aduh how is this if it really left Om,” Inner Kailla. His brain started to think hard.

Unabashedly, she immediately greets Pram's lips, hoping that her husband forgets his desire to take a drink. This time he was not just peeling as usual, but mel*mat as Pram often did to him.

“Kai, don't blame me,” whispered Pram softly as she began to enjoy what Kailla did to her. Soon she toppled Kailla's body to be under her confinement.

***