The President's Wife
Chapter 43: The Punishment of Sam
"SAM, HERE YOU ARE!!" pram's screams blared.
Gardeners who are watering plants, immediately kocar kacir looking safe. Donny and Bayu who were chatting, immediately dispersed themselves. Not wanting to get involved, choose to stay away from Pram's anger and rage.
"Here you!" pram's orders.
Kaila glanced at her husband at a glance, returning to continue her daydream. In contrast to Sam, who shrunk out exactly like a shy princess who was nudged instantly shriveled.
"A-There's a-what sir?" sahut Sam stammered. He bowed, refusing to meet his master.
"Wash all the cars in the yard and garage!" pram's orders, strictly.
"Everyone Sir?" ask Sam.
"Everything!" cut Pram, don't give Sam a chance to talk.
Sam squashed, imagining dozens of cars he had to wash. Not to mention the luxury car collection of his employer, who must get different treatment.
"Includes that fancy car of Mr in the garage?"
"Yes, why? Still less?" pram asked, staring hard.
Seen Pram took out his phone, swiping the screen while nagging.
"Just a second! I called Dave first. Ask him to buy a car at the showroom so you can wash it. Less is it, right?" tanya Pram, leave the waist.
"No sir, that's enough. Even more," said Sam.
"There again?"
"No Sir!" sam with a ready position.
"But I haven't!" continued Pram.
"Wash all vehicles, including security motors and operating cars Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida!" pram's orders, point his finger at Sam.
Sam's mouth gaped, imagining how dirty the last two vehicles Pram spoke. Even the motorcycle security since it came out of the showroom four years ago, has never been washed at all, the color that was black shiny now changed ash because of dust.
"That bike sir?" asked Sam again, pointing at the butut bike of the gardener who leaned beside the fish pond.
The gardener, her husband Ibu Sari and his father Sekar was not able to ride a motorcycle, so ask to buy a bicycle for operational purposes.
"Included!" continued Pram, showing a serious and resolute face.
"Well Sir!"
Sam left Pram, but two steps later, his employer called him back.
"Make sure everything's clean, right down to the undercarriage!"
"I don't want to look like there's a single scuff!" continue Pram again.
"Huh? Not wrong, sir. The car of a million people who used to bring Ibu Sari to the market was already countless blisters. How can I return it to be smooth" Sam said reasoned.
Pram again glared, his eyeballs almost out restraining anger.
"I can ask the help of another assistant no sir. Are they unemployed?" sam asked to bid.
"Can!" sahut Pram fast.
Sam smiled. But that smile did not last long. The next Pram sentence dropped his spirit instantly.
"They are only allowed to help you with prayer. Please if anyone wants to watch you wash your car on the sidelines!" continued Pram.
Sam left, immediately reaching for the equipment to wash the car. His heart was doubtful and doubtful. For the regular car that Kailla and Pram used, he could still clean it. But Pram's collection car is inside the garage, how to clean it. During this time Bayu took her to a special car wash.
"Remember Sam! Don't let anything get scuffed!"
"Yes Sir!" sahut Sam, carrying a bucket and a kanebo.
"But Ida's car is scuffed, your salary is 50% cut%!"
"But if my favorite car is scuffed, I'll make sure to drown you across the street! In a matter of seconds, Sam's name was left!" gertak Pram, turned back Sam's words that were addressed to him.
Sam actually shrieked, staring at Kailla who didn't even care about her. He was scolded by Pram, Kailla looked at him.
***
Pram sighed, while massaging the temple. Staring at his wife's back, looking back at her.
"Honey..," said Pram, hugging from behind. The thing he does most often.
The cup!
A kiss was placed on his wife's cheek. Kaila was unmoved, as if she had not heard.
"Anged at me?" pram asked, dropping his chin on Kailla's shoulder. Enjoy the scent of Kailla's body that began to sweat due to the hot weather.
"Why hide my friends?" ask Kailla suddenly. His gaze stared straight ahead, enjoying the yacht that was swayed over the wind.
"You mean?" ask Pram wonder.
Pram did not expect his wife to take a bite. Whereas since earlier in the study, half-dead he tried to dampen his anger. He didn't want to hurt Kailla in times of emotion.
After mastering himself, he found the opposite. His wife did not feel guilty about him for daring to look at other men. Can't even keep his feelings in front of others. Kailla is angry with him for no apparent reason.
"What do you mean, honey? I don't understand" asked Pram, astonished.
"I don't know, Dave takes care of everything" whispered Pram.
Kailla sighed.
"Don't I can't contact them because of you, too" he said.
"Yes.." Pram confessed.
"On my orders. But it's for your own good." Pram reasoned.
"What do you mean?"
"This has something to do with your kidnapping four years ago."
Kailla was flabbergasted, not understanding the relationship with her friends.
"I don't want those people who are after you threatening me through your friends. For that, I have to secure them. For that, I asked them to cut ties with you."
"But now no one is threatening you, why keep them hidden from me."
"I really don't know. Just ask Dave. No, don't be angry anymore. I should be mad at you" said Pram.
"What's my fault?" kaila asked, looking at her husband.
Pram is moving forward. Bending down, aligning his face with Kailla's face, looking carefully at the look and the blind eyes of his wife.
"Really don't know what your mistake was?" pram asked, shaking his head.
"No!"
Both cheeks are adorable Kailla, pinched Pram hard.
"Ahhhhhhhh.. Oh, it hurts, baby!" kailla screams, pouting. Swiping both of her cheeks reddened.
"What's it like?" ask Pram, smile.
"It hurts!" kailla.
"And you just did it to me" said Pram, scrambling the tops of his wife's head so that her long hair was a mess.
"I don't feel it" whispered Kailla in a nod.
"Dadeuh! Crushed my heart, Kai," said Pram rubbing his own chest with a super-glazed face.
"Huh?"
"I'm jealous of the handsome man who was at our house this morning;" Pram said frankly.
"Your husband really doesn't know himself. It could be comparing himself to a man who does not deserve to be his rival" Pram said half-jokingly. But there is seriousness and frankness in it.
"You mean Dion?" ask Kailla, make sure.
"He-it.. In any case, I would have lost to him, only able to win wrinkles and age alone," complained Pram with his potency.
"But you're my husband" Kailla said softly.
"You got me, why should you feel that way" Kailla continued.
Pram put the back of his hand on Kailla's forehead, watching his wife's eyeballs.
"The gaze is not empty there is my shadow in your eyes" said Pram, smiling.
“Your words have just overturned my heart and feelings, Kai,” Pram continued.
The cup!
A light kiss was sprinkled by Pram on the lips of Kailla who was sitting in front of him.
"My heart and life are yours Kai, please don't be abandoned" Pram said slowly.
Both of his hands still framed his wife's pretty face. Smile, before anchoring a second, deeper and demanding kiss.
Kailla's hand was already writhing spoiled around Pram's neck, opening her lips slightly. Let Pram meet in there. Both are washed away, as usual forgetting about the place and others around him.
Close your eyes, enjoy each other accompanied by the sea breeze. Pram just pressed the nape of his wife.
Arakkkkkk!!!!
Both of them opened their eyes for a moment. With the breath still hunting and the heart racing. The loud voice returned the two to the real world.
The gardener stared in fear at his master. He was just about to pick up his butut bike that would get Sam's wash turn. But when he was demanding the bike, the old body of the gardener was surprised to the trembling sight of an unusual indecent sight.
Out of his control, the butut bike slipped out of his hand. It gives rise to a loud noise, and disturbs the pleasure of its master.
"Sorry sir, I didn't see anything" said the gardener stammering, immediately running away.
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