The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 87: Translator Girl

Jakarta - Austria trip takes approximately 18 hours. Throughout the flight Kailla spent more time sleeping. He's so tired, Pram's all night interrupting his sleep. Not to mention when he woke up, Pram back to touch him. It is certain that if he refuses, Pram will not let him out of the room.

“Kai, we will transit in Dubai for three hours.” Pram said, still busy with laptops and reports in front of him.

“Hmmm,” Kailla just muttered, her eyes closed.

“I'm so tired,” said Kailla still hugging her beloved doll. The doll that daddy bought when he was ten. Usually the doll would only be a display in her room. Because he will leave the daddy in a long time, Pram allows to bring his doll. That was also on condition, while they slept Kailla can only hug Pram.

After a three-hour transit in Dubai, they boarded the same flight to Vienna, Austria. In this six-hour drive, Kailla did not sleep at all. He did not even allow Pram to stare at his laptop or check his report. Pram can only sit sweetly accompany her kebawel. In fact, not infrequently he nagged Pram who fell asleep to hear his chatter.

“I'm tired, Kai. I was sleepy,” whining Pram when again Kailla nagged him when he did not answer his wife's question.

As soon as the plane arrived at Vienna International Airport, a exhausted Kailla was seen writhing spoiled in Pram's arms, accompanied by Bu Ida and Bayu trailing behind her. After Bayu finished taking care of all the administration and baggage, they rushed out looking for a messenger from the office of the Austrian branch of the RD Group.

“Sorry with Mr Reynaldi Pratama?” Suddenly a beautiful girl dressed in sexy and tight approached them. It was seen that he looked at the photos on his phone many times and compared them to Pram.

“It turns out the original is more handsome. His good looks beat Tik Jesada Pholdee,” said the girl in heart.

Pram just nodded, not smiling or answering. Face flat. Looking at the girl with a strange appearance in front of him, he already wanted to curse. If this girl is one of his employees, he will fire the HRD who has passed this girl until it can get in front of his eyes now.

Good afternoon Sir, I'm Mitha” said the girl showed the RD Group's identification and greeted Pram. It looks like the girl is offering a shopping bag containing a new cell phone. His eyes looked at Pram without blinking.

“Truly handsome Mr. President, not cans,” Mitha said in her heart.

(It's visual Mitha yes, who wants to nimpuk, nagging etc time and place are welcome )

“Thank you. Pieter's not coming with you?” tanya Pram sees the girl at a glance and receives a shopping bag and then thrusts it to Bayu.

“Pak Pieter still has a meeting, sir. You can contact him through the phone I just gave.” said Mitha trying to give a smile as sweet as possible trying to attract the attention of Pram. Seen many times he lowered his short tight skirt when speaking.

The goal is to provoke the attention of Pram to want to look at his thighs and sex calves.

Just now Mitha was about to turn around to take Pram's party to the car, but Pram had already said.

“Include my wife, Kailla,” said Pram smilingly looking at Kailla who was still writhing spoiled in her arms.

Kailla thrust her hand forward, waiting for Mitha who was currently staring at her from head to toe.

“Mitha,” says Mitha briefly. He was stunned for a moment. From now on, he did not realize the presence of the President's wife because the charm of the President was too alluring to his heart.

“Kailla.”

Pram realized from the beginning Mitha approached them, his wife had clasped her arms tightly as if afraid of being left behind. Not to mention the look in Kailla's eyes staring unblinkingly at the appearance of the girl who would be her subordinate while in Austria.

“Oh yes .. I forgot to introduce myself to Father. I was hired by Mr. Pieter as a translator for Mr. President,” Mitha explained. “To the front we will often meet Sir,” continued Mitha. His eyes glanced at the President's wife who seemed to dislike him.

“Gosh, my husband will be taped to eggplants like this every day.”

“OK ...” sahut Short Pram. He doesn't want to ask too many questions. The more often he chatted with this girl, the more likely he was to sleep outside. Imagine that, Pram already shuddered. Just now he was able to conquer Kailla and of course did not want the presence of Mitha to destroy his struggle all along.

Mitha lets Pram and Kailla get in the car with her. Ida and Bayu got in the other car. In the car, Kailla is still spoiled, not willing to let go of Pram at all. Sometimes she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder without speaking, just watching the girl who had just spread the charm in front of Pram.

“Cih! Why should I hire women so this kind of thing anyway!” kailla grunts in the heart.

Every time Pram heard the voice asking the girl, Kailla was getting annoyed. If only this was in Indonesia, he was ready to take.

Mitha who had previously stolen a glance at Kailla was no less upset. He forgot to ask Pieter about the President. As soon as Pieter sent a picture of the President to his phone, he was too happy, fascinated to forget to ask for his status. Early in the morning, he had gone to the salon, dressed up beautifully to captivate the President.

“Ih, this chili-cabean is made a wife. What in Indonesia is less women. If you meet me first, not necessarily so married with this chili - customs.” Inner Mitha.

“Pak we want to go directly to the apartment Mr or want to go around looking for lunch or how?” mitha asked looking at Pram with admiration.

“Aduh, that Mr. President's lips taste sweet times, yes,” said Mitha in heart. It appears he swallowed saliva.

“Honey, I can take a walk?” ask kailla spoiled. Infiltrate into the chest of the Pram field.

Pram knows, Kailla's heart is currently hot, like the embers of a fire in the place of brother selling satay padang. A little fan can burn.

“Honey, where are you going?” ask Pram smile. Actually, he already wanted to laugh at the look of Kailla at this time. The combination of annoyance and jealousy, if there is no Mitha in the car, of course, he will devour the red lips that are so tempting.

“Ouch! Why does it feel Mr. President talking to me, yes.” Mitha looked at Pram without blinking.

Seeing Mitha who was staring at her husband, Kailla's heart grew hotter. This time he linked his fingers with Pram's fingers. “Honey we to this place only, yes.” Kailla showed me her phone.

“You're here? Alright!” Seen Pram shows photos of tourist attractions on Kailla's mobile phone to Mitha. Mitha immediately spoke to the driver in German which Pram and Kailla did not understand at all.

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