The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 9. Om Spying - My Matai!

Flashback.

Pram was still looking at the sleeping Kailla. Her hand gently stroked Kailla's long hair that decomposed on the pillow. Kailla's deep face looks peaceful, very different when she woke up and made a mess. Smile on Pram's lips, imagining mischief for the sake of delinquency for 20 years he spent with Kailla.

Linger staring at the beautiful face of Kailla who was asleep, carrying Pram carried away feeling. Suddenly he lowered his face, kissing Kailla's delicate cheek. Not content to get there, he still stroked the delicate cheeks of reddish peaches. Pram's actions eventually lead the bad girl back to the real world. Slowly the eyelids blinked a few times before finally opening perfectly.

“Om," call Kailla in a hoarse voice as soon as you see Pram already in front of her.

“Hey, are you awake?” Pram asked, his hands were still busy tidying up some of the hairs that covered Kailla's face.

“When Om comes?” kailla asked trying to gather her consciousness.

“Ten minutes ago,” replied Brief Pram.

“Why not wake me?” Kailla grumbled, immediately got up to sit leaning her body on the headboard.

“Om still wants to see you sleep, so Om didn't wake you.” Pram replied with a smile looking at Kailla's pouting face.

“Ah .. must be ugly once.” Kaila grabbed the pillow and covered her face. It is a reflection of how ugly it is when he falls asleep, especially if his saliva soaks the pillow.

“Surely embarrassing once!” inner Kailla.

“Beauty,” reply Brief Pram. Able to distract the girl who hides the face behind the pillow.

Blush—

Instantly Kailla's cheeks blushed. Not knowing his shame, he peeked out from behind a pillow. His gaze met Pram's sharp netra.

Deg—

“Hahaha.” Pram chuckles at Kailla's behavior. Kailla has never changed.

“You hungry? Want to cook something?” pram asked again after successfully forcing Kailla to remove the pillow from her pretty face.

Kailla. “I'm still full, Om. I ate fried rice made by Ms. Ida.”

“Have you unpacked all your groceries?” Pram asked again after his eyes caught the sight of paper bags piled up in the corner of the room.

Kailla just nodded, looking in the same direction. He smiled, imagining almost all his favorite items had been collected in the corner of the room and soon will inhabit the closet in his room.

“Alright then. Let's prepare. Om will take you home.” Pram immediately stood up from his seat.

“Om want to change clothes first in the room," he said again.

“Om," call Kailla grab Pram's hand, trying to hold Pram's footstep.

Pram stopped his steps, turning to look at Kailla.

“Why Om block all my credit cards?” ask Kailla. This afternoon he wanted to ask. He was still curious and confused. Mistake what else he has done, so Pram blocks all his cards.

Pram paused for a moment, thinking of how to start explaining to the spoiled girl in front of him. Until finally Pram took out his phone and showed the photos that Bayu sent to him.

Pram chooses to sit next to Kailla, explaining to this girl is not an easy matter. He has already memorized the character of Kailla.

“Om doesn't matter, you want to be friends with anyone, but from the beginning you were in college, Om explained. You should focus on your college. Don't do anything weird. This what does it mean? Please explain to Om,” asked Pram while showing photos on his phone.

“It ... I'm helping Dion. His friend will launch a new brand. She asked Dion to be a model. Good Om. Dion can pay money index. Well, they need girl models, so I help.” Kailla explained.

Pram exhales rough breaths.

“Om doesn't mind it. If you want to help your friend, but not like this. Just think, if these photos fall into the hands of irresponsible people and they use it to bring down Daddy or the company. Everything can happen, Kai,” Pram explained.

“Again Om can not trust your friend it. We can't judge someone from the outside, Kai," Pram continued.

“Dion's a good boy, Om. He was never weird. His son is smart, proof he can go to college through scholarship.” Kailla is trying to defend Dion.

“Enough, Kai! Without you explaining, Om already knows who Dion is. Seedlings, bebet and its weight. Om won't listen, you're defending him again. If he needs a job, you can ask him to come to the office, meet Om. Om can give him a job, but not by involving you like this,” Pram's nag. There is a jealous tone in Pram's sentence. Yes, he was jealous when Kailla defended Dion blatantly.

Kailla just stood still and looked down. Instantly he recalled, the question that had just now revolved around his brain. How the pictures got into Pram's hands.

“Why are those photos on Om?” kailla asked, beginning to dare to look at Pram.

“It doesn't matter how Om gets his picture, Kai,” Pram said.

“Sam?” ask Kailla again. He was still curious, as long as Sam was always on his side. Even during the shoot Sam did not get out of the car at all.

Pram shook his head, “How can Sam send a photo to Om. Om hired him, but Sam betrayed and chose to ally with you.” Pram pointed at Kailla's forehead with his finger.

“So Om has people spying on me. Huh?” kailla asked, getting upset. That's all that's going on in his head. After Pram made sure it wasn't Sam who did it.

“What's that Om?” ask Kailla again.

“It's not enough to send Sam following me around all the time, now instead send another person to spy on me,” growled.

Because Pram did not answer, Kailla finally got out of bed with a grunt. Ticking his feet to the floor repeatedly then picked up his bag and walked out of the room with emotion.

“Sam ... Sam ... SAM!” kailla shouted furiously. He searched all the rooms for Sam, but found no driver. Repeatedly calling, still no answer at all.

“Kai, Sam told me to go home earlier. Come on, Om will take you home," Pram told him to grab Kailla's hand. Trying to calm the girl who was at the peak of her emotions.

“Please me, Om! I'll take a taxi.” Kaila refuses while throwing Pram's hand violently. He was really upset with Pram at the moment. The man has been late, not enough to limit his movement space so far even add more spies.

“Yes God, what kind of life is this! I just wish I could live a normal life like everyone else, her inner”.

“Kai ...."

Donated visual Om Pram when left for Kailla.

Thank ye.