The President's Wife

Chapter 180: Kailla's Decision

Kailla reigned in Pram's oversized chair with Sam sitting across the table. The two were seriously reading the files Stella had stacked on the table.

“Sam, if there is a fry it seems like these data move faster into my brain,” kaila chirps with the right hand holding the file. Imagine how delicious the hot fried chocolate with soy sauce malika and sauce sambal level spicy dower.

“Ya Non. Especially if there is a hot bad meatball. Eaten with fried food. Beuhh! Enjoy where else you can lie,” said Sam.

The employer and assistant are the most famous couple in the Riadi Dirgantara family. Just fit, like a bolt meets a nut and so rotated 100% of its fit. Always united, connected in everything. Whatever the case may be, Sam and Kailla will not be separated.

“Sam, I'm confused ...” Kailla's sentence is floating.

“Already read all with all my heart, Non?” ask Sam. The two assistants' hands were on each other on the workbench. If you can be honest, for a lifetime escorting Kailla, only this time he got a free opportunity to sit in this chair. Usually he just stands by the door. It was accompanied by the deadly gaze of Pram.

Sitting in the chair he was in, Sam felt like an important person. He remembered that there had been a state official who met Pram in this room. And the father of the office was sitting right in his place now. So from the beginning Kailla asked him to sit, his pride doubled. He felt equal to the official.

“How do you know?” kailla asked frowning.

“If Non is confused, it means Non seriously read it to confusion. Compared upside down when Non Kailla just relax. Flipping the sheets, meaning Non just looking around, not read at all. Well, if Non focus on one page to more than an hour means Non Kailla overslept.” Sam broke down with complete confidence.

Plakkkp! The rolled-up file landed on Sam's head. Kailla hit her assistant who had only teased her since.

“Awwww ... Non!” sam screams, rubbing his own head.

“Don't hit him using that, if you get to the numbers in there startled, how amby. Especially if up to one zero rolls out, how Non accountable to the company,” protests Sam.

“Sam, the more I try to learn, the more my brain refuses. From earlier staring at these data, all writing read all RAB. Since then I have seen the writing of RAB that I do not even know why this company likes the word RAB.”

“Well, this is Sam.” Kaila spread the file in her hand onto the table. Strip it with your index finger, showing Sam.

“ Are you not confused, Sam. Ten meters times ten, why the result is eighteen rods,” complained Kailla.

“It should be a hundred square meters, Non. Well this is correct one hundred square meters, meaning that composes this sleep, Non. There should be a hundred sticks. Just doodled, Non. That's wrong,” said Sam pretentiously.

“So this is wrong, Sam. I'm right, huh?” ask Kailla to make sure. Started crossing out with her husband's expensive pen.

“Yes, employers are always right and assistants are never wrong.” Sam answered.

Without notice, the two studied the data until the sun rose to the top of the head. When lunch arrived.

“Non ...” Sam tried to remind me.

“It's done?” ask Sam again.

“What's Sam?” Kaila turned her attention away from the papers in hand.

“Non not hungry?”

“My head is dizzy, Sam. No appetite. I'm confused, how my husband's been through all this time." Kailla grunted in annoyance. The more he learned, the more he understood. The more his head is dizzy.

“How he passed his days. Home work still has such a big lust for lovemaking. I've only seen a few hours of these letters and numbers alone .. let alone make love, my appetite is instantly gone.” Kailla.

***

“Ste, to my room!” Kaila finally asks Stella for help after not being able to learn on her own. Sam was half asleep, face down on the table.

Before long, Stella appeared with the sound of knocks of heels that echoed regularly. It is so feminine and sounds so beautiful.

“What's up, Mistress?” ask Stella. Standing in front of Kailla, smiling.

“Gather the division heads that make up all of this. My brain is not capable of digesting. I want to try with another method.” Kailla explained.

“Now, Mistress?” ask Stella, make sure.

“When should I make his decision? Final deadline!” kailla asked in her signature lead style.

“In three days, Mistress.”

“Ya already, set asap. So I can answer you soon!” kailla.

And in accordance with Kailla's request, finally that afternoon langung held a meeting with the division heads. Each related division, asked to explain verbally and in detail about the data and calculations they have made.

“Sam, do you understand what they are talking about?” kailla asked whispering to the assistant who was asked to sit on her right, and Stella on her left.

“I'm not so listening, Non. You ... how to explain it. This is not my capacity. Not my line of work. I am obviously different from Mr. David despite being both called assistants.” Sam dodged.

“I sit here, as Non Kailla's assistant in charge of looking after my employer, keeping Non Kailla and the baby safe in Non's womb. According to Mr. Pram's request. Not to help Non take a decision,” explained Sam defensively. Since morning, he had already racked his brain, looking for an evasive excuse. Not involved in the company.

Turning towards Stella, Kailla whispered back. “Ste, do you understand what they're talking about?”

Stella shakes. “I know all the terms, but I don't understand either, Madam. My job is just to deliver the file, arrange a meeting schedule, correspondence.”

Again, Kailla's shoulder squeezed. Almost half an hour heard the division heads alternately blabbering in front of him.

“Sam, I feel like I want to sleep,” complained Kailla began to sleepy, covered her mouth with sleepiness that attacked her suddenly.

“Enough!” Suddenly Kailla stopped the meeting.

“How can we end up here only!” kailla explained, suddenly making Stella and the subordinates who sat around the round table were astonished. A very rare habit Pram does. Even during meetings, Pram chose to ignore other interests rather than leave the meeting. Only one name can make Pram crazy and run away without permission when the name Kailla Riadi Dirgantara called.

“Ste, deliver all files that need my signature. I'll finish it right now,” command Kailla again.

"Are you sure, Kai?" ask Stella. Shocked to make him forget the call of the Madam who is usually pinned on the daughter of Riadi Dirgantara.

Kailla nodded with confidence.

"Yes, very sure!"

***

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