The President's Wife

Chapter 16: The Watermelon Fruit Mango Tree

Pram immediately ordered Bayu to run his car after hanging up the phone call. His face was panicked and tense. He himself was not sure what had happened to Kailla, only to be asked to come to the location the caller had sent.

“Bay, game!” pram's orders. The handsome man was already impatient to meet his wife soon, making sure that Kailla was okay.

Pram's car, arriving at a football field not too far from the housing complex. The four-wheeled vehicle has not stopped perfectly, but Pram has opened his seatbelt and jumped down.

Spreading his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of the wife. It did not take long, the empty field could not hide the beautiful figure of his wife.

Netraya caught Kailla who was still wearing the same clothes as the last of their meeting this afternoon, sitting on the grass enjoying the gulali with some children sitting around her. His smile was bright, as bright as the afternoon sun that was ready to hide behind the afternoon.

Deg—

His heart skipped a beat, his anger rumbling instantly. His gaze was fixed on the black Bentley, one of his favorite cars parked not far from Kailla and the crowd of children. There are many different brands of black sports cars in her car garage, but why did Kailla have to bring out her most beloved car.

Pram's face changed as the distance between the two got closer. The sports car was not just parked, but hit a mango tree. The front of the car was shapelessly shattered, the glass was broken.

He still remembers clearly, the same car was also destroyed when he crashed it on the gate of the fence of Andi's house during the kidnapping of Kailla four years ago.

And now it's happening again, not her but Kailla.

“Kai, what happened?” tanya Pram's waist-rigged in front of Kailla.

“Can't you see. Why ask again?” tanya Kailla still enjoyed the scroll, not paying attention to Pram who had started to show his annoyed face.

“Pak, this is the owner of the car! You can ask for compensation to him!” kailla shouted, while still sitting on the grass with the other child. Not caring for the presence of Pram who stared intently at him.

“So..afternoon Sir!” greet a half-century man with a simple look. It seems that the man is a good person, seen from his politeness and body language that bowed when greeting Pram.

“What happened Sir?” pram asked, turning his eyes to the foreign man.

“Be..begini sir,” said the man looked doubtful, staring at Kailla.

“What's up Sir?” ask the impatient Pram.

“I contacted the Father earlier. Sorry earlier... “ The man looked towards Kailla back.

“Already! I'm the only one talking,” Kailla said casually. Stand up and approach Pram.

“So this is Dear.” Kailla opened the conversation.

“I deliberately crashed your favorite car on this dear mango tree of Mr. Father,” explained Kailla.

The deliberate word that Kailla pinned in her sentence, made Pram's eyes round.

“Well, I offered her a restitution,” explained Kailla, resuming. Not giving Pram a chance to express an opinion.

“Sorry sir, I'm not actually asking for compensation. I have suffered more losses. Mango tree is also not why.” The owner of the mango tree interrupted.

“Iya, but I'm the one offering the indemnity!” Kailla explained. The facial features describe how she feels right now.

“Come just mention the number, sir. How much compensation do you want? Do not hesitate, I am the wife of this old man who is glaring in front of you,” explained Kailla, with his leisure.

“Kailla, what the hell is this!” nagel Pram's.

“Honey, that's his favorite mango tree. Just like your favorite car. It doesn't matter just a tree. It's darling!” Kailla tried to explain.

“Replace the loss. Poor this father. Especially according to the story of this father, the mango tree bears watermelon fruit. It could have been after I hit, the tree is sulking and no longer wants to bear watermelon,”, Kailla said.

“Ma-sorry Sir, not so,” interrupted the owner of the mango tree.

“Ssssttt..., I'm silent. Let me fight for the rights of the Father,” said Kailla pasted her index finger on the lips, giving a sign that the man was silent and obedient.

“It's a shame, just replace the loss,” pinta Kailla on Pram.

Pram shook his head, his mischievous wife came back again after so many years of disappearing.

“Ten million Sir. Enough?” kailla asked open the bid price to the tree owner, making Pram's eyes round.

The owner of the mango tree was silent. Not good and also not willing to follow the game Kailla.

“Ah, I understand. Still less yes. Not worth the value of the car. Fifty million, how?” haggle for Kailla again.

“This shitty man. I had to impoverish her, so she just knew the taste!”

“Come Darling. Pay compensation for this father. It's still not how much. I was going to hit a horde of cows eating grass in the corner there,” Kailla story, pointing towards the herd of cows that are in the care of herdsmen.

Pram shook his head. Can't say anything.

“Honey already,” pinta Pram, looking at Kailla with pleading. He did not want to prolong the problem with his wife. Even he had turned a blind eye, even though his luxury car was destroyed by Kailla.

“I'm still kind to you, honey. I chose to hit this mango tree. I can't imagine what your fate would be, if it's really the cow I hit,”.

“You don't see, the cow owner's celurit and whiskers are just as curvy. I'm sure he's just as fierce as you are. If I hit the cow, I'm sure Reynaldi Pratama's breath will end at her celurit.”

“Kai, already. I'm sorry,” said Pram after getting tired of seeing Kailla babbling.

Pram took out a business card in his wallet, handed it to the Father.

“I Reynaldi Pratama, this is my business card. Forgive my wife for being careless,” said Pram, bowing and handing her business card.

“Nothing Sir,” said the tree owner smiled.

“Can leave your mobile number, later my people will contact you about compensation,” said Pram, staring at Kailla. Hope his wife softens.

“Come on Kai, we go home,” Pram, looking at Kailla who is still enjoying her pink gulali.

It appears that Pram took out his wallet again, pulled out a red banknote and handed it to Kailla.

“Let's kids, this kind sir gave you pocket money,” Kailla said dividing the banknote to the children who accompanied her.

“Come, we'll excuse you. Let's Sir,” said Pram, grabbing Kailla's hand.

Just about to get in the car, Kailla's back.

“I don't want to go home!” Kailla refused to get into the car.

“Kai, forgive me,” pinta Pram. Begging Kailla to end all her anger and protests.

“I don't want to go home!” kailla reiterated.

“That's our home, not mine.” Pram is correcting Kailla's words.

“I'm tired of you. We're getting divorced, honey.”

Kailla's words make Pram go wide. It did not even occur to me to hear Kailla say that one horrible word before her.

“No, I won't divorce you!” reject Pram.

“Come home with me or I'll fire Sam and Ricko together!” pram Ancam.

“No problem, they will come with me! When are you going to fire him?” ask Kailla to challenge.

“Kai, this is just a misunderstanding. Why should bring divorce,” said Pram, pleading.

“You hid this important thing from me. What deserves to be called misunderstanding,” todong Kailla.

“We go home, talk in our room. Not here. Many are watching our quarrel,” pinta Pram.

“No. You'll lock me up again as usual, until I forgive you. I don't want any more Sweetheart,” refuse Kailla.

“So you want how?” ask Pram again.

“We'll just split up, Darling.”

“No will! Don't expect too high,” said Pram pulled forcibly Kailla, holding her on the shoulder like her childhood.

“Ah...! let go of me!” kailla shouted, hitting Pram's back.

“Do not move much, otherwise I will drop you in the horde of cows earlier, so you become their meal,” threatened Pram, hit Kailla's ass.

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