The President's Wife

Chapter 48: Silence of the Pram

Sam stayed behind the steering wheel, looking safe. It's not that he doesn't know that Pram is not doing well. The boss is jealous in his own way. As a form of protest to the wife who never sensitized him.

“I guess this guy has no feelings. It turns out his patience has almost passed the limit,” Sam's inner.

The voice in the car is dominated by Kailla, Pram only occasionally heard it was just a word. Sometimes only murmurs are vague and meaningless.

“Honey, how did you get here?” ask Kailla. Since then he was too happy to see Pram, to forget to ask the most important thing. Her lentiknya fingers are down the curve of the husband's face. Occasionally rubbing Pram's closed eyelids.

“Hmmmm.” Guman for the umpteenth time, making Kailla tired of hearing it. Not an answer, just a clear noose and not answering his curiosity.

“Why you?” kailla asked, tucking those gritted lips at a glance.

There was no response as usual, Pram just opened his eyes. Looking at the face of Kailla who was only a few inches from his face.

The second kiss landed back, hoping to be responded warmer than the owner of the lips. The result was the same, Pram even closed his eyes again. No warm hugs or tight hugs.

“Huh!” Kailla gave up, snorting in annoyance as usual.

Choose to look at the view outside the window. It could at least shift the vexation to her husband's silent attitude.

Downstream vehicles race past each other clearly visible from the window glass. Kaila started counting one by one the vehicles passing by. Occasionally stunned by some strange food peddler who had never tasted his tongue.

If only two with Sam, he must have shouted to ask his assistant to pull over and try one by one snack that was the first time the shape was seen. But it did not happen when she was with her husband. He recalled with Mother Dion's matchmaking combos, Kailla immediately opened and devoured him.

“Honey, want?” go to Pram.

The man, let alone answer, did not open his eyes. As if not listening. Blinds the eyes, heeds the ears, deliberately does not want to be friendly. Wish the wife is sensitive, but her hope and waiting are in vain.

Kailla is still Kailla, not going to care about something that her glasses think is okay. After all, he felt that nothing was wrong. His relationship with Dion was only limited to old friends, his arrival fulfilled the invitation also more to meet the mother, who had been so good to him.

“Non, Mr. Pram was jealous,” whispered Sam slowly from behind the steering wheel. Too upset with the two masters behind him. One sought attention in silence, hoping the wife was sensitive. But the other refused to find out, as if he did not understand what the husband wanted.

Both passengers in the back could hear clearly, either Kailla or Pram who pretended to be asleep.

Kailla's brain is digesting, Sam's sentence that she thinks is strange.

“Honey, you jealous?” kailla asked, still busy spending the combro in her mouth. Approaching Pram who is still silent.

“Don't tell me you're jealous just because I hugged Dion's mother,” Kailla said directly hitting Pram's arm.

Plakkk!!

A swift blow, Pram opened his eyes in the midst of his shock.

“Do not think strangely. I will also do the same if Mama Citra treats me well,” continued Kailla again.

“Mistress of yours is amazing, Sam,” Pram said. He closed his eyes again.

Pram completely covered his mouth throughout the trip, even when he arrived at the office he remained the same. Get out of the car alone, not as usual with his wife's friendly hand. Not to mention when he entered the building, he was already the way ahead. Leaving Kailla and Sam trailing behind her.

“Sam, Your master ate wrong?” kailla asked in surprise, staring at the burly back of her husband who was about to enter the elevator door.

“He's jealous Non. C E M B U R U!“ Sam spelled, hoping that Kailla understood his point.

Kailla frowned, not understanding the meaning of jealousy her assistant meant.

Facing a careless attitude and do not want to dizzy Kailla, will increasingly make blood rise. If she were to be her husband, perhaps a wife like this had been donated to the needy.

“Oh yes, I used to meet Dion almost every day. In fact, not infrequently we walk to the mall, eat or just watch in the cinema. Your Pram sir is mediocre. No jealousy,” says Kailla does not accept.

“Previous may not be his wife,” replied Sam.

“Not him should have been more jealous if not already his wife. At times I could have turned away from him. Lah, now he is his wife, what is feared,” Kailla chirped.

“Maybe getting older, her confidence is declining, Non. Moreover, the more glazed, the more wrinkles on his face. The more days count, he is more self-aware his age is not young anymore,” explained Sam.

“Ah, dizzy. Then the problem is in him Sam, not me. I go upstairs first,” Kailla said in her tweet, stepping into the elevator, which led her to her husband's study.

Arriving in the room, Kailla sees Pram working out the files. It looks like the man is going out.

“Honey, where are you going?” ask Kailla.

“I'll have a meeting soon. You just go home,” get rid of Pram. Walk closer. With one hand tucked into his pants pocket, he looked at his wife who was standing stiff.

Kaila was quite surprised, receiving unusual treatment from her husband.

“I'm wrong what?” kailla asked, playing the zipper of her bag to remove the awkwardness. Pram's gaze was difficult to describe with words. The sparkling of the eyes did not emit anger, but his gaze was not as warm and loving as usual,

“I still have a meeting outside Kai, you can go home now with Sam,” Pram said, looking at his wife who was starting to feel uncomfortable. Kailla's unscrewing her bag.

There is guilt deep inside Pram's heart. But every now and then he felt the need to teach his wife a lesson. To be more sensitive and understand how he feels. Moreover, Kailla had clearly left without her permission, just to give news

“Honey, you didn't have lunch?” kailla asked in surprise, staring at the prepared provisions still intact. Usually if Pram has spent it, it must have been under down pantry employees.

“I'm still full.” Pram answered briefly. His gaze was also fixed on the lunchbox that was still lying on the side of the table, intact untouched. Still in the same place, not shifting in the slightest.

“Darling, I'm leaving now. Otherwise, I'll be late for the meeting,” Pram's saying goodbye, peeping Kailla's forehead at a glance.

“Oh yes, I will visit mom after coming home from office. No need to wait for me for dinner,” continued Pram, leaving the room.

Kailla froze where she stood. Can't speak anymore. Her husband is not just her husband. Not hugging her as usual, kissing her was just careless. Leaving him with a word with no meaning.

“What's this?” kailla lamented, turning to look at the back of her husband who disappeared behind the door.

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To be continued

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