The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 90: Forgive Me

Brakk!

“Om.!” call Kailla when she pushes the door to Pram's office. Instantly he was speechless. He was just stunned staring at the people inside the workspace who were currently also shocked to see his sudden presence.

Kailla complains one by one with a shocked face with her mouth open inside her husband's study. But upon seeing Pram's sharp gaze at her, Kailla immediately gasped. He immediately lowered his head, aware of his current appearance. His brain was empty instantly, unable to think of anything to save himself from embarrassment. His legs were fixated in the middle of the door, he already had no strength to escape. With one hand on the top of her shirt to cover the countless kiss marks of her husband. The other hand was busy pulling down his shirt trying to cover his smooth thighs.

“Sorry..” he said softly while looking down after being able to master the situation. Kaila already had no face left to stare at everyone with various expressions inside. Soon he turned around, closing the door slowly. Shame mixed with fear of Pram's sharp gaze fused, forcing the tears down uncontrollably. Crying his own stupidity. He ran towards the bedroom, without caring about Bu Ida who called out to him earlier.

“Non..Non...,” call Bu Ida to see her employer running while looking down.

Actually, Ida was no less surprised, she only realized it, once Kailla had opened the door of Pram's study. He was late to save his employer. She didn't think Kailla would walk straight there. He was too busy with the stove and the pancakes.

“Do I follow ya?” thought Miss Ida, immediately she took off her apron, half running towards Kailla's bedroom.

Geck!Geck!Geck!

“Non...Non..,” call Bu Ida. But there is no answer from within.

“Non..Non.., call Ms. Ida again, while attaching her ear to the door leaf. Hoping to steal hear what's going on in there. Lonely! It doesn't sound anything.

***

Pram who was still glued still, stared at the door that had been tightly closed. Can't say anything. He was having a conversation with David when the door opened suddenly and his wife with a half-t*bed look appeared in front of them. At first glance he could still catch the expressions of the people he was meeting with. Everyone was surprised, not even a few who looked at his wife from top to bottom while smacking a smile.

Pieter was even crazier, he swallowed his saliva many times, seeing the kiss marks on Kailla's cleavage. Not to mention when his gaze turned to smooth white thighs like porcelain. He had to go to great lengths to restore his concentration and stop enjoying the beautiful scenery before his eyes. He felt bad for Pram, who was looking seriously at him at the time.

“This is chili super quality!” inner Pieter.

Soon Pieter turned her gaze to Mitha, hoping that Pram would not prolong the problem because she was caught staring at Pram's woman with a longed-for look.

“Pieter, just go ahead! Excuse me for a moment,” says Pram broke the silence inside

chamber. Immediately he stood up leaving the meeting, looking for the whereabouts of his careless wife.

As soon as Pram left the room, Pieter immediately moved to sit near Mitha.

“Mit, the woman just known to the President as his wife?” ask Pieter slowly.

Mitha just nodded and smiled.

Pieter's mind was piecing together all the events just now, searching for the truth of Mitha's statement on the trip just as they were about to leave for Pram's place.

“It looks like what you said makes sense Mit,” said Pieter suddenly.

Mitha smiled. “Only a mistress!” mitha whispered her eyes to Pieter. The division heads who were at the same table, preferred to bow down. Hearing in silence, unwilling to get too involved with Pieter and Mitha's conversation.

“Sugar baby,” chirps Pieter.

“Pram. But Pram's taste is fine. If he is bored, may it be borrowed disposable occasionally.” Inner Pieter smiled cunningly.

“Tadi lo....?” mitha asked, pointing her index finger at her chest, coding for countless kisses on Kailla's chest.

Pieter nodded. “Maybe the President doesn't feel good about you Mit, so was forced to admit her as a wife. Pity the President's wife, if you find out.”

***

Pram chose to see Kailla. As soon as he came out of the study, the look of the calm face he had been maintaining inside changed instantly. Mother Ida who had just returned to the kitchen, shuddered at the gaze of her master.

“Poor Non Kailla,” Bu Ida whispered softly. Guilt in his mind. If only he had told Kailla about the office employees who came for the meeting, maybe Kailla would not have barged in there.

Pram opened his bedroom door violently. Without even asking, she knew where Kailla was going to hide. Pram's feelings are currently jumbled, upset, angry and embarrassed. Not to mention recalling the gazes of the people inside the study room once seeing his wife's disrespectful appearance. If he could go berserk, he had already destroyed everything from just now.

Hearing the door open, Kailla who was sitting hugged her knees on the bed crying, looked up instantly. She knew that Pram was coming, and she immediately jumped down and ran to her husband. Wishing to cry on the shoulders of the Pram who always protected her. But just as he was about to hug Pram, the man was already standing rigidly staring at him.

Pram's gaze was sharp and terrifying. Anyone who sees will know there is anger in it. Pram doesn't make any noise at all. Seeing that Kailla instantly undoes her intentions. He took a few steps back, before finally keeping silent and looking down. He's ready to accept all of Pram's anger. Seen his fingers squeezed the tip of the shirt, his legs were already tightened. Sometimes she peeked at her husband who was standing looking at her in silence.

Deg—

His gaze is still the same. Be sharp! Anyone who saw it would shudder at this moment.

“Sorry..Kan me,” said Kailla stammered, quietly almost inaudible. He chose to stay down, not daring in the slightest to challenge Pram as he usually did.

Silent! There were no sounds, answers or movements between the two.

“Geek me now Kai!” pram's orders suddenly broke the silence in that room.

“I'm sorry,” Kailla said, repeating her apology. This time she tried to look at her husband.

Pram sighed violently, still staring unblinkingly. But this time he looked a little softer than before.

“Thanks for your gift this morning Kai!” pram said smiling wryly, looking into the eyes of his wife who was still crying without stopping.

“I'm sorry.I'm sorry,” Kailla said again. She truly regretted having done so recklessly and humiliated her husband in front of so many people.

“Stay in room until I let you out!” pram's orders are firm. Then he turned around leaving Kailla who was still standing. Long silent, Kailla only looked at the tightly shut door.

“Hiks... Dad, I want to go home,” Kailla said. Crying broke.

“I don't want to be here, I want to go home Dad,” Kailla said repeatedly while crying.

***

Pram came out of the room with a slightly calmer face, much different from before.

“Bu, take Kailla's breakfast and lunch to the room. He's not going anywhere until I let him out, ” Pram said. Right now he needed cold water to temper his emotions. After all, he could not possibly yell at Kailla, let alone beat her.

He has been trying his best to keep his emotions in check. Kailla was really humiliating him at the moment. He did not know how to deal with the people who were waiting in his room.

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