The President's Wife

Chapter 80: The Kailla stratagem

Pram was busy checking files in his study, when a message came in on his phone. Frowning his forehead, confused with the sender who was not registered in his contact. A photo, the message contained a photo that made her eyes wide.

Trying to dampen his emotions that are provoked by the same person. Not angry, but I don't feel welcome. But, anger is free, must be angry at whom. He is too possessive or his wife is too innocent and unfeeling.

He sighed many times, trying to throw away all his bad thoughts.

“Kailla is fine.” Whispering slowly assures itself.

“She is still your wife, Pram,” she said back, regrowing her confidence again.

If his work doesn't pile up, he'll leave him and meet Kailla right now. Grabbing his phone and calling Sam, that's all he can do right now. There's no other way. Intentionally turn on the speaker, so there is no need to be difficult to attach it to the ear.

“Sam, where are you?” he asked when the call was connected to the assistant.

“Again in the mall, Sir. Non Kailla again looking for a scarf for his mother Pak Pram,” said Sam. His voice shakes hiding his fear. Actually he lost track of Kailla fifteen minutes ago.

“You don't have to lie!” adamant Pram with a voice louder than usual.

“Find my wife to see you. Drag him home now. Don't think I don't know who Kailla is with now!” nagel Pram's.

“Ba-good Sir.”

“Wait for me to go home. I'll make the calculations with you. Just keeping a Kailla you're not a dick! It is only fitting that we still do not have a boyfriend. Acute singles!” pram's nagging again, putting a random phone on the desk. Head's dizzy. Office business piles up, now plus his wife's problems.

Hening—

“Cih! I'm only in my 30s. Is she not glassy? How old he was just married. That was also arranged by Riadi. Otherwise, I'm sure he's the head of singles in Indonesia!” sam's grunts were endless. Not yet aware that the call has not been turned off, it is still connected to its employer.

“Sam, you satirize behind me!” pram shouted loudly to show his presence that is still faithful to hear.

“Yes God, haven't turned off his call, he heard all my sayings,” Inner Sam

“Ma-sorry sir, is not it,” he said staggered, immediately disconnecting the call.

He must immediately find Kailla and drag her employer home, otherwise Pram's anger becomes more and more apparent.

After traveling around half the mall, he just found the figure he was looking for. We enjoyed lunch together at a restaurant.

Just as Sam stepped in, the man accompanying Kailla suddenly stood up. Just walk through it, without excuse.

“Non, once I saw him, he went straight away. My existence as your assistant is indeed unquestionable. Just by looking at my face alone, he immediately shrank,” said Sam proud of himself.

“Yes, more or less the same as when you saw my husband, instantly shriveled!” kailla said. His laughter grew even more broken when he saw Sam's annoyance.

“Where have you been Sam? I've been texting your phone since,” Kailla said, after her laughter stopped.

“Yes God, I forgot to check the message, Non,” said Sam, patting his forehead.

“Let's go home, sought after Mr. Pram,” pinta Sam.

“Spend first yours,” said Kailla, pointing to a serving of steak that is still intact.

Seeing that Sam immediately limp. All ages, enough to enjoy a steak, while in Austria. Because there was no other choice. It feels good even though it is not as wise as rendang in warung padang.

But that makes it difficult to swallow, because of his habits in the village. He was already used to eating rice with his side dishes, never eating side dishes just like that.

His childhood, if you find out your mother ate a side dish, especially beef on the table, immediately get a belt-satan bonus. Whereas meat can be free, once a year every Eid al-Adha.

“Ended it. Stay swallow, lep!!” kailla said, still busy staring at the phone in her hand.

Sam was trying to finish his food while imagining a jengkol stew in his grocery store. That way, it would be younger to swallow it.

“Non, after this we go straight home yes,” said Sam, feeding a piece of meat into his mouth.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla.

“Pak Pram knows that Non met with Ditya,” Sam's story, again feed a piece of meat to his mouth.

Hearing Sam's words, Kailla immediately panicked. Immediately dragged the assistant's hand to stand up and leave the restaurant as soon as possible.

“Non..Non.. This meal is not finished,” said Sam still holding a fork in his hand, almost choking. Kailla.

“Already, leave it. Our lives are more important than the food, ” said Kailla, rushing to the car.

His heart skipped a beat, upon hearing Sam's last sentence. When she met Ditya, she did not take into account that her husband would know.

“Sam, we should be able to persuade him not to get emotional later after work,” command Kailla again.

Her brain was thinking, looking for a way to seduce her husband tonight. However, he does not want to hear Pram's nagging anymore. Just now, he can be free to shop today, the time should be locked down again.

***

“What I cooked for him Sam. What say?” kailla asked for an opinion.

Both of them were already in the car now, about to head home.

“It is better not to Non. Non's cooking skills are not reliable. Let alone for Mr. Pram, a neighbor cat who was visiting the house also refused to taste Non Kailla cuisine,” said Sam seriously.

“Sam! I'm serious!” nagging Kailla.

“I'm more serious, Non. That's an indisputable fact.”

“Try Non Kailla remember, for four years married never Pak Pram praised Non Kailla cuisine delicious?” sam asked, glancing for a moment, then refocused driving.

Kailla replied, Sam has interrupted.

“ Never did. So you better not take risks, Non,” cut Sam.

“So I have to how Sam?” ask Kailla again.

Sam just shook his head, unable to give any input.

***

The time has shown at seven o'clock at night, when the car driven by Bayu into the yard of the house. Not long, Pram looks out with a huffed and unfriendly face. Stepping into the house with rough steps.

“Sam! Sam!” the scream sounded loud. Surprising the whole house. Mother Sari and Mother Ida who were watching the television show immediately turned it off, rushing to the room. Not looking for trouble or getting involved.

“Sam! Sam!” The screams were heard.

Silent.

Ricko appears from the back of the house. Still with the cloth.

“Where Sam?” pram asked with a hostile face. He had been keeping his nerves since noon. It can only be destroyed now.

“Ma-sorry Sir, Sam is out,” Ricko replied with doubt.

Pram sighed, trying to be calm.

“Where is Kailla?” ask Pram again. I don't know who, only behind Ricko who dared to face Pram alone. Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari have run away since.

“In Sir's room,” said Ricko, his index finger pointing up.

Without further ado, Pram stepped into his room. This time perhaps he should act decisively to his wife. At least Kaila can think twice every time he does something.

Chequek! The door to the room is open.

Pram stepped inside his room, but as his eyes fell on his wife's figure. The angry and angry man turned worried. Lost are all the words that want to be conveyed to the wife. His body almost sagged.

“Honey,” called him, ran over to Kailla in a panic.

***

To be continued

Love You All's.