The President's Wife

Chapter 15: Black Sport Car

Sam got in the car, got ready behind the steering wheel. Ah, it's been a long time, Sam no longer holds the wheel. Since Ricko started work, the driving business has been taken over by his handsome and charming assistant friend.

Long awaits, the master still remains without the intention to follow in. I don't know what's on Kailla's mind. Sam just shook his head. All she knew was that Kaila was having a problem that she did not want to share with him. Almost 6 years together, Sam already knows the personal Kailla.

From the spoiled naughty girl, now so submissive just for the sake of her husband. A husband she loved very much.

“Come on Kai, log in!” pinta Sam, wave his hand.

“I don't want to ride this car,” Kailla said shaking her head.

“Then?” ask Sam wonder. A little confused by Kailla's unusual request.

“We got on that black car!” point Kailla at the Bentley Continental GT, one of the Pram collections.

Sam flinched, even he had never touched her at all. Just look every time you enter the Pram car garage which is as wide as a football field, where all Pram luxury car collections are stored.

If Kailla likes expensive bags, not much different from her husband who prefers European sports cars as his hobby.

“Ta-but Non, how about Mr. Pram get angry.” Sam's hesitant.

“I'm in charge,” said Kailla, hurrying inside the house. Looking for Pram's favorite car keys.

It didn't take long, Kailla was out with the car keys in hand.

“Come on Sam, I will bring my own,” Kailla said, again making Sam surprised.

“Ti-no! I don't want to come if Non drives,” reject Sam.

Sam doesn't know how to drive Kailla, who only learns secretly without her husband's knowledge.

Pram did not allow Kailla to drive her own car. Aside from Kailla's carelessness, Pram is worried about taking his wife off alone. So far, Kailla has always provided a driver.

“Alright then!” kailla said, opening the car door, sitting behind the steering wheel.

The shiny black car emerged from inside the garage. Doesn't look like a pretty driver driving, the metallic glass is blinding to the eye.

Sam thought for a moment, weighing and choosing. Until his decision, he must follow Kailla, even though his life may be at stake. But leaving Kailla alone at this moment, it was more impossible.

If the sports car was scuffed, Pram would just nag him all day. But if the sports car driver was injured, Pram could have taken his life. Just imagine, it makes shudder. At times like this, usually Sam always regretted his proposal.

Too late. Regrets are too late. He could do nothing, except accept his fate that was soon at the tip of Pram's lips.

“Where are we going Non?” sam asked, sitting next to Kailla for a moment. The employer is crying.

“Non why?” ask Sam.

When the two are like this, Kailla is usually more willing to tell stories or just take out her teardrops.

“I hate him!” kailla half yelled.

“Pak Pram?” Sam's making sure.

There was no answer, just a nod along with the falling of tears on both cheeks that were flushed.

“I can only say patient. However, she's the husband of Non Kailla.”

That's an indisputable fact! Unless Non is ready to part with him,” continued Sam.

The word split, making Kailla shift her gaze. From the one who had originally lowered his head, now looked sadly ahead.

“I don't know the problem Non. But if it is still love, try to think from his position,” advice Sam, who is now much more mature. A young man will soon be celebrating his 30th birthday.

Kailla did not reply, but noble stepped on the spicy gas. The black car was running slowly, leaving the courtyard of the luxury house that he had lived in for almost four years.

Kailla just circled around the compound where she lived. Jangna was asked what Sam felt, while sitting next to the troubled driver. Sam was already worried, Kailla would sink the car into the sea, across the house.

Before long, their car passed through a row of hawker sellers. There are meatballs, fried, batagor and martabak carts. Kailla stopped the car, dropped Sam there.

In almost all cars, Pram will save small money for sudden needs on the streets. Parking or parking tips for parking. But it is most often used for the snacks of Kailla, who likes to yank at him, for the sake of a pack of kuaci or tofu sumedang at the crossroads of red lights.

With a force, Sam stepped out. Follow Ssmua Kailla's orders. But just a few steps, Kailla drove her car back, leaving her alone, tucked into the meatball salesman's brother.

“Last me this time!” sam panicked and ran after Kailla's car.

The strength of its legs is not equivalent to that of a Pram sports car. He chose to sit on the sidewalk with a breath of breath, preparing to take care of his only life.

“What other problems will you throw at me Non,” said Sam bowed limply.

His mind is dead now. Sam was sure, he would soon hear the swearing, nagging even if something happened to Kailla, he had to be prepared. Setting up his handsome face to receive a Pram blow.

***

The car that usually carries Pram has entered the yard. Once perfectly parked, a security man ran to open the back door, letting Pram down.

From the front gate, Sam walked in in with shaky steps. He's ready with all of Pram's anger.

“Sore Sir,” greet Sam, lowered his head when he stood before his fierce master.

“What's Sam?” pram asked, beginning to be suspicious with Sam's frightened and panicked look.

“Non.. Non Kailla, ka.bur Pak,” Sam said staggered. Pram who was about to step in, stopped for a moment. Staring at Sam who was still looking down.

“Means?” ask Pram to make sure again.

“Non Kailla, take Pak Pram's black sports car out,” Sam explained.

“Where is Kailla?” pram asked, directly pulling Sam's clothes with both hands.

“I.. I don't know Sir,” says Sam hesitate.

“Sorry Sir, Non Kailla left me by the side of the road,” continued Sam again, choosing not to fight. He realizes this is also his negligence in guarding Kailla.

Pram took off his check, changed to stare at Sam.

“Something happened with Kailla, get ready with your life. I'll kill you with my hands!” threaten Pram, point his finger at Sam.

“BAY! Find Kailla see you!” pram's orders.

“RICKO!!! RICKO!!!”

Back Pram yelled for Kailla's other assistant. It didn't take long, Ricko showed up. Get out of the side of the house.

“Iya Pak,” said Ricko, running the ridge approached Pram only with a towel wrapped around the waist.

Kailla's assistant had just finished her bath, yet had time to put on her clothes. Mother Ida had already banged on the door of her room with a panicked face. Tells Pram's booming scream in front of the house.

“Find my wife see you! If you don't meet, prepare your life for me!” threaten Pram, on Kailla's bewildered assistant.

Especially with Ricko, Pram always emphasizes the word wife every talk. Whether natural or not, cheering an assistant. But for Pram, Ricko is the biggest threat to his household, surpassing his mother or a Kinar.

Because it's about Kailla's feelings. Pram can cope with everything that happens, including the forced mother to marry again. But he can't do anything about Kailla's feelings. Once Kailla leaves him, his hopes of getting his wife back are very small, let alone no children in their marriage.

The three assistants were already preparing with his car. Pram chose to follow Bayu. But just dropping the body on his car seat, the phone in his pocket rang. His forehead creased, staring at the unfamiliar number.

“Hallo,” greet Pram after sliding the green button on his phone screen.

“Sorry, with her husband Mother Kailla Riadi?” ask the voice of the stranger across the phone.

“Yes, I'm her husband. What's up Sir?” pram asked, astonished to be mixed with worry.

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Tbc