The President's Wife

Chapter 143: Sugar Baby

“Honey!” snapped Kailla, in a voice full of restrained anger. His face was pouting, sour. Until it does not impale a needle.

Sejurus stared intently at her husband who was crouching alone with the sweet girl in front of the dressing room.

Hearing Kailla's scream, Pram hurriedly stood up. He could see for himself the gaze of his wife who was ready to pounce on him. Without daring to turn to the sweet girl who was still busy cleaning up the messy clothes, Pram according.

“Listen darling, I just helped her,” Pram whispered, explaining before Kailla strapped her with questions. Fearing that Kailla would make such a fuss as before, Pram immediately grabbed the hand of Kailla who was hugging her sex dress and carried her wife rushing towards the cashier.

“Honey, you don't want to buy a bag?” tawar Pram, trying to find a way to soften Kailla. If he makes even the slightest mistake, Pram knows what the consequences will be.

Instead of answering, Kailla stared intently. Lengthen it from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot.

“My darling,” whispered Pram, shuddering in horror. Lost already drowsiness, bored and tired. Change the feeling of anxiety.

“You!” call Kailla, looking at the little girl who is currently standing.

“Iya Aunt. I'm Lolita,” said the girl, suddenly making inflamed Kailla called Auntie.

Lolita stretched out her hand, hanging out waiting for Kailla to welcome her.

“Since when did I get married to your Om?!” kailla asked, holding back the upset.

The Lolita is not afraid, but instead becomes. Pram who was standing near the two could only scratch his head, seeing Kailla find a comparable opponent. Usually his wife will dominate. On the contrary, the current opposing girl was almost at the level of his wife.

“Om this is not aunty husband?” todong the girl asked casually. Trying to get all the information.

Kailla instead of answering, said Auntie made her emotions more provoked. “Bigger! What did you call me? Try repeat!” pinta Kailla's. He had already rolled up his sleeves, ready to invite the girl whose age was smaller than him to fight.

Instead Lolita smiled. It's nice to hear that Kailla didn't marry Pram. His opportunity is wide open.

“Don't, he's also just Om's pet,” lolita surmises in heart.

“It turns out this girl is one server with me,” murmured in heart.

Lolita's view traces the shape of Kailla from head to toe. Nothing is missed. His smile grew as he managed to draw a conclusion.

“I'm sorry, it looks like we're both one stream, one sect. It is better not to attack each other,” said Lolita smiling sumringah.

“I did not expect, you are also a sugar baby like me,” whispered Lolita frankly.

Lolita's statement suddenly made Pram's eyeballs round. It was not that he did not understand what the sweet girl was saying before his eyes. The girl that Pram thought was a teenager.

Unlike Pram, Kailla who rarely hangs out does not know the term thrown by Lolita.

“Sugar baby?” reset Kailla's confusion. Trying to digest what he heard.

“Of course, for this man, I am his sweet baby,” Kailla said innocently clutching Pram's hand with her pot, deciphering what kind of sugar baby the girl's opponent said. Sugar means sugar which means sweet and baby means baby,

However, Kailla's sweet smile and spoiled treatment did not last long. When the eyes of the two of them collided, Pram immediately shrunk. Kailla glared at him, not as sweet as showing off the affection in front of Lolita.

“Kai, do you understand what sugar baby means?” ask Pram slowly.

Lolita who heard Pram's question, smiled sweetly. Kaila had not been able to answer, she had spoken, hit the eyes with a blink of an eye made Pram forced to throw his gaze. Not wanting to get entangled in the charm of young leaves in front of his wife's eyes.

“Say, sugar baby that pet girl Om handsome like this Om,” said Lolita, winked her eyes, spread her charm in front of Pram.

“As you did, Say. We can shop as much, Om sugar daddy can pay for it. We can go to the salon, shopping, get-togethers with friends, buy a luxury apartment, a way out of the country. In the cost of college, it only has to be paid with..” Lolita did not continue her words, but she whispered something in Kailla's ear.

Hearing that, Kailla immediately shouted. “Don't try to get close to him!” threaten Kailla, point towards Lolita. His anger immediately peaked. It's not that she didn't know that Lolita was after her husband. Lolita's saliva almost dripped looking at Pram since earlier.

“You don't know, I've been her sugar baby since I was born!” kailla continued, answering in a loud voice, making some visitors turn to her.

“This man has been looking after me since I was a child! Dare to approach her, you will face me!” kailla.

“If you want, you can approach Om who is paying for my groceries at the cashier table. Om this one has nothing,” obviously Kailla patted Pram's shoulder.

“Different from Om Samuel. Name's Samuel. He is kind, not arrogant and helpful. His wealth is tens of times that of this Om,”, Kailla said, pointing to Sam who was waiting in line to complete the payment.

Deg—

Pram immediately bowed embarrassed. Hurriedly dragging Kailla towards the cashier, unwilling to become another spectacle visitor. He first accompanied Kailla shopping, and he was already in trouble and under tremendous pressure.

Sam who was looking from a distance could only stare a smile. Watching the show that he usually became a figure in it, became a spectacle. And now he's enjoying Pram who's so busy taking care of his wife.

“Once in a while let the old tiger feel the thrill of a rollcoaster ride. Let him know how amazing his wife was when he came out of his cage,” Sam said, chuckling.

***

“I'm not done!” reject Kailla, smashing rough hands her husband.She was not even satisfied with the fight with the girl earlier. Still want to make calculations. Pulling up his shirt sleeve.

Kailla was already standing back in front of the dressing room with Pram trailing behind her.

“Hey, out!” kailla shouted, banging on the door. Before long appeared Lolita who was bare-chested only with a bra covering her twin mounds. The girl simply covered her upper body with a t-shirt, showing off her naked shoulder to Pram who was standing behind Kailla.

“Moreover Say?” ask Lolita, smile.

“I haven't made any calculations with you. How dare you spread charm in front of old men, these beautiful eyes!” gerutu Kailla, come pointing towards Pram.

“Close your eyes!” kailla orders, realizing Pram's presence behind her.

“Kai, already Dear,” pinta Pram begging.

“Close your eyes! Or I'll make you close your eyes!” threaten Kailla, rubbing Pram's face rough, immediately make her husband's eyelids close.

“Aduh Say, if you don't want to, meningan for me only. Don't be made to close your eyes,” comments Lolita.

“Tight so, the rest I also want,” continued Lolita, smiling seductively Pram.

Kailla was ready to jerk roughly Lolita's hand, dragging the girl out of the dressing room in a half-naked state. Upset with the girl who was always smart returned her words.

However, Kailla's noble intentions had yet to be accomplished, her already emotionally burned body suddenly flying upwards, soaring into the air so lightly. Pram chose to take his wife. It is better to be ashamed of his innocence than to be ashamed of Kailla's reckless act.

The man just dropped off Kailla in front of the cashier. Once his wife had stood on both feet, Pram hugged Kailla tightly back, not giving his wife a chance to escape.

Kailla was just about to protest, when Pram opened his voice. “Still to argue, I will block all your credit cards!” pram Ancam.

The man was still in the lock of his wife's body, taking out his wallet with his right hand, twisting his wife's waist tight with his left hand.

“This is Ma'am,” said Pram, thrusting his credit card in front of the cashier to pay for all his wife's groceries, then hurriedly hugged Kailla so as not to step away from him and make a fuss again.

“Pin or signature, Sir?” ask the cashier, after swiping the card into the machine.

“Pin.” Pram answered briefly. Together Kailla took a step forward to press the six-digit numbers in the machine.

Kailla noticed Pram's fingers, playing on the number buttons. Her anger subsided a little when she saw her birth date herself as a pin by her husband.

“Everything. All my cards, vaults and important data are locked with pins. Everything is the same..” said Pram.

“Date of your mother's death,” whispered Pram slowly in Kailla's ear.

Kailla's anger is slightly lessened, but has not subsided completely. It still does not feel satisfied if you have not made calculations with her husband.

***

Pram is still holding Kailla's hand, walking out of the mall. Following behind them, Sam with dozens of grocery bags in both hands.

Kailla's steps came to a halt as the phone inside her handbag rang again.

“Wait!” he stopped his steps while reaching into his phone from inside the bag.

The pregnant woman seemed to frown, while reading the incoming message on her phone.

***Good day, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara. ***

I just remind you, a past grudge that will soon be avenged. Be careful of the people you love. He's the one who's gonna ruin your life later. Your husband harimaumu!

The next picture message is a picture of a young woman sitting in a wheelchair. Her hair was disheveled, staring with a blank look. A nurse stood not too far away from him. There is handwriting at the bottom of the photo that is no less shabby than the piece of newspaper he received this morning.

“Riadi Dirgantara, Jakarta, 1979.”

***

To be continued

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