The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 98: In the Meeting Room

The meeting began, seen Pieter open the meeting by introducing Pram to their current clients. Their client today is represented by three men who are the higher-ups in the company xxx.

Kailla's regret was still clearly painted on her face. She continued to stare towards Mitha and her husband who were currently whispering. It was seen that Pram nodded hearing Mitha's explanation. Seeing that scene, his heart grew hotter. Kailla's hand was already clenched under the table, she chose to throw her gaze away. Not looking at her husband or Mitha, the translator.

It appears that Kailla is trying to hold back her emotions. He chose to bow and adjust his breathing, so as not to explode as usual. After feeling able to control himself, he raised his head, staring at the scene in front of him

Deg—

A handsome blue-eyed man was also looking at him with a smile.

“Aih. Until forgetting there is a wonder of the world before my eyes, Kailla's inner”.

Kailla looked back at the smile from the handsome man in front of her. This time he chose to focus on hearing the explanations of the three company clients who were before him. Although there was not a single word he understood. But by the time it was the turn of the handsome man who smiled at him speaking, a look of admiration was increasingly apparent on his face. He seriously listened.

“It looks like after this I have to take a German course,” Kailla said in her heart.

Her eyes did not blink looking at the man, she even forgot her status and her husband who was staring intently at her.

“Om Pieter,” call Kailla slowly while patting Pieter's hand beside her. He did not want his voice to interfere with the meeting. His gaze did not shift one bit from that of the blue-eyed handsome.

“Ah.. Madam, I'm not that old.” protested Pieter while whispering as soon as he heard Kailla call him for the first time. Pieter shifts her chair to get closer to Kailla.

“You are Om Pram's college friend, so I have to call you Om too.” Kailla explained in a whisper.

“Call Brother Pieter only,” whispered Pieter.

“Oke.. I also don't want to be called Madam, I'm not that old,” protests Kailla while whispering.

“Call me Kailla only,” whispered Kailla again.

“Can die at Pram's hand, if I call like he called you,” chirps Pieter while giggling. He had to close his mouth, so that the sound of his laughter did not disturb the meeting.

“You are not afraid to die in my hands, Brother Pieter? Your president is just afraid of me,” explained Kailla while chuckling. He kept his mouth shut so that his voice would not come out.

“Kak, can you help translate? what did that handsome guy say?” kailla asked, turning her gaze to the man standing and speaking before them.

“You can too Madam! That's the son of the owner of the company,” Pieter said with a chuckle.

“I just want to know what he's talking about? I'm not interested. You do not see, the old man sitting next to you will devour me if I dare to mess around,” whispered Kailla in Pieter's ear while laughing.

Pieter whispered to Kailla, explaining what the men were saying before them. Sometimes Pieter and Kailla seem to laugh at each other and the sight does not escape from Pram's observation.

“Brengs*k Pieter, he's looking for an opportunity in the narrowness!”

After being satisfied to hear an explanation from Pieter who did not understand it at all, Kailla finally chose to doodle a pencil on a white paper that she had just pinned from Pieter.

The boredom finally came. There was not a single discussion at this meeting that interested him. From the beginning, he was not interested in the world. Even if he ended up majoring in this for his S1, it was none other than daddy asking for it. Business keeps a person away from family, which is ingrained in Kailla's brain to date. Business is not at all in its ideals. Actually he wanted to explore interior design, but daddy did not allow it. Every thought of it was tucked away in disappointment in his heart.

The only thing that can be done is to make a mess, at that time he can be himself, even though after that he has to bear the consequences. Exposed to Pram and daddy's nagging.

There is no interesting story. You can have everything, but you can't do anything. He missed a lot of interesting things in his life, which will not be repeated. Never could feel how delicious jostling in the night market or just playing hide and seek with peers in his childhood. If he was lucky, he could watch a complex boy playing from the big window of his house. It was his childhood entertainment, watching the children playing in front of the gate of the house.

Ever steal out of the palace Riadi Dirgantara and play with complex children. But after that there will be a line of assistants and security who are tried by daddy or Pram. So when Kailla was little she could only play hide-and-seek with the assistant who was at home.

Not to mention missing daddy. Daddy only has time after returning home from work, often not even coming home because the work is too piled up. If diligently whining, daddy will send Pram to take him to the office. Removing the gap for a few minutes.

In the past, he was happiest on birthdays. Not because of the gift or the gift. Because on that day, daddy must have had time for her. No matter how busy, daddy will comfort himself when he has a birthday. Said daddy, it's a 364-day replacement that Kailla has missed without her presence who is always busy with work.

Those past memories accompanied Kailla's pencil strokes. He managed to complete 2 sketches in the middle of the meeting.

But suddenly drowsiness came attacking him. Kailla tried as much as possible to resist her sleepiness. He did not want to humiliate Pram at this time. What's he supposed to do? He chose to hold his head up and look straight ahead.

Kailla looked around. Pram was seriously talking to Mitha. Beside him was Pieter. It was seen that he was massaging his temple to stay conscious and not fall asleep. But in the end, he couldn't compromise anymore. His eyes closed by themselves, his head squeezed ready to hit the oval table in the meeting room. Lucky Pieter saw. With a swift arm he restrained the head of the wife of the President. Put that head back where it should be.

“Mistress...” call Pieter slowly, still holding that head back so that it doesn't fall again. But this time Kailla chose to drop her head on Pieter's shoulder.

“I'm still going to sleep Honey,” Kailla muttered. Both of his hands immediately twisted spoiled around Pieter's neck which he thought the husband. Dipped his head in the burly chest which in his dream was Pram.

“Dead me! Finish my history!” pieter said in his heart.

With some hesitation, Pieter ventured to look at Pram sitting next to him.

“Pres.... dir forgive me!” whispered Pieter. Showing how tightly she was currently holding onto him.

Pram was focusing on listening to Mitha's explanation when Pieter called out to him. After seeing Kailla busy with her pencil, Pram was a little calmer. She knew, every time Kailla scratched a pencil on the white paper, she wouldn't be bothered with anything. That's one of Kailla's pleasures. So he did not pay much attention to his wife anymore, choosing to focus on her meetings.

But his eyes widened as Pieter called out to him. His wife was sound asleep in Pieter's arms. He did not know who to be angry at at this moment. The embarrassment of seeing Kailla sound asleep in the middle of a meeting was not as great as the disappointment in herself. If she hadn't kicked Kailla out from the side, she might not have fallen asleep by now. He would even take Kailla out of the room before she fell asleep.

“This president how?” pieter asked a little scared.

“Wait a minute, I can't stop the meeting while the client is talking. Wait until she is done talking.” ask Pram while whispering.

His eyes did not leave his wife. Even now he could hear nothing more. Mitha's explanation was no longer able to enter her brain. In his mind there was only Kailla.

“How long was it?” whispered Pram was still staring at Kailla. He really could not concentrate now, seeing his wife in the arms of another man.

“Yes God... what he talked about, why not finish!” pram's grumbling started to get upset. Waiting 5 minutes is like 5 years for Pram. If he did not think about his ethics and professional attitude, he had stopped the meeting from now on. He doesn't want Kailla to stay in Pieter's arms for too long.

“Sorry, the meeting is postponed in half an hour!” pram said after the client finished the presentation. He immediately stood up, taking over Kailla from Pieter's arms. He no longer cared about the others, right now Kailla needed him.

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