The President's Wife

Chapter 98: Dolls from India

Pram had just shifted his chair and let his wife sit down to enjoy breakfast, but his mouth was barely believing what he saw.

“Yes Lord, what trials have you sent me this morning,” said Pram, with glaring eyes.

Bayu just smiled, looking in the same direction. And Kailla, her eyeballs almost jumped out of place, as her gaze was glued to a single point.

From the dining room area that fused with the kitchen, she could clearly see the sexy hips swaying left and right to the rhythm of the drum in silence. The woman who has not been seen is washing furniture, dishes and glasses, while swaying to the rhythm of tap water.

Not until there, the skimpy clothes worn really tempt the faith. Just imagine, she was only wearing a mini skirt that was firmly attached to her fine body. The height of her skirt was only two jengkal measured from the waist. You can be sure a little bent, the skirt will reveal and make everyone curious.

“Who sent this doll from India here?” kailla asked annoyed. His view turned to Pram, the man who certainly knew the answer best.

“I don't know knowing, Honey,” said Pram, refused to acknowledge. Kailla's look this morning was terrible.

“I only ask to be sent by Pieter, not ask to be sent a form like this,” continued Pram.

“You must love it, right?” todong Kailla, getting upset. With a quick flash Pram shook his head, a little late to answer, his fate will be at the end of the horn.

“I saw your own eyeballs and Bayu has jumped out!” kailla grumbled with her sour face.

“Already, don't fight. Mom is enjoying breakfast. Whatever you want to argue about. For mama no problem, anyway this morning for the first time mama can enjoy breakfast more humane than the previous mornings,” comments Ibu Citra. The woman had already grabbed the plate, and filled the delicious-looking fried rice.

Angrily Pram grabs his phone, searches for Pieter's contact number and intends to spray his best friend with it. It didn't take long, Pieter's masculine voice sounded sexy in Pram's eardrum.

“No need to thank. I can only find that. You gave me such a short time. Currently, only he is willing to work voluntarily,” explained Pieter before being asked.

“But don't worry, he's got other advantages besides his body which is as good as a Spanish guitar. He can not only warm the food, but also can warm your bed, Pram,” seductress Pieter terbahak.

The sound of laughter did not last long, Pram decided his call unilaterally, Pram chose not to continue the conversation further. Pulling up a chair and sitting next to Kailla.

“Already. Don't be angry anymore, Kai. Consider it a show in the house. We'll stay a few more days here. And...” Pram sentence hanging. Unable to speak any further, when the beautiful doll from India turned around and was stunned to look at her and Kailla.

“Good morning Sir,” greet the housekeeper that Pieter just sent. Sweet smile with sexy and thick lips filled with a bright red color.

The woman walked with a gurgling step, an apron that could not cover the above-average-sized part of her chest showing off her cleavage that was plastered clear and real. The contents inside were like they were about to come out.

Pram gave a quick glance, then dropped his gaze back. His life and death would be determined by these few seconds. He could see the killing aura on his beloved wife's face. If he dared to raise his gaze just once, not just the woman, his life could fly flying.

On the other hand, Bayu is seen swallowing saliva many times to cover his nervousness. The reaction was different shown by Ms. Citra, she looks ordinary, although the new domestic assistant managed to destroy the feelings of Pram, Kailla and Bayu.

“Include Sir, my name is Sarah. Worn H in the last part of S A R A H!,” said the new housekeeper as he spelled, introducing himself in a sighing voice. This introduction is more devoted to Pram, because since then his gaze was like trying to pounce on a man who was neat in his work suit.

Every now and then he plays his tongue, rubbing his lips deliberately attracting the attention of Pram. The blink is more tempting with a flicker in the corner of the eye.

Pram did not give his new maid a greeting, only shaking hands without looking at the owner of the voice. Occasionally glancing to the side, looking at the sullen Kailla.

“How come, he's real in front of my eyes!” nagging Kailla.

“Aih, sweet child, whose mother?” sarah turned to look towards Kailla who was sitting side by side with Pram. The man who stole his heart right at first sight.

He deliberately asked that question to find out more about his opportunities ahead. At least he can use a special strategy to hook this rich businessman and soon be able to return to Indonesia.

“Mama is dead,” says Kailla ketus.

*“Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. This is called asching upstream, swimming to the edge, hurting first, to the penghulu then,” said Sarah cheered in her heart. *

Staring intently at a pair of fathers and sons in need of his presence, a figure who will replace the caress of affection of a mother and wife for a handsome man and his daughter sitting side by side in front of him. That's what's in Sarah's brain.

“Ah...it's okay, aunt Sarah will cook for you,” he said smiling.

“Say, what does a pretty boy want breakfast with? Aunty mastered all kinds of cuisine,” he continued again.

“She's my wife, not my daughter! Call her Madam!” cut Pram spoke while looking at the lowered Kailla with her pouting face, shocking their new maid.

“Oh my God! My God!” sarah's strangulation was restrained, covering her mouth with both hands. Turning around, closing off his stifled disappointment.

“Colah Kai. Don't be angry anymore. How about coming to the office with me. Let Bayu take care of it,” bargained Pram, trying to persuade his wife who was already angry.

“Can't be so!” Citra's mother, who had been quietly enjoying her breakfast, reacted.

“I don't allow Bayu to take care of women so-so events. Bayu is the future husband of Kinar, how can you throw it at a woman like that,” reject Ibu Citra.

“Ma, Bayu and Kinar's relationship has not been clarified. I can't help it if Bayu likes someone. Since then, Bayu has swallowed saliva many times, it seems he was interested,” suhut Pram teased, making Ibu Citra not wrinkle.

Kailla, who had been silent since, seemed to be smiling cunningly.

“This woman wants to beat the war drums with me. How dare he look at my husband disrespectfully. It seems like she doesn't know who Kailla Riadi Dirgantara really is!” kailla grunts in the heart.

“Already, don't be angry anymore. Let's finish your breakfast. I will take you and Mama to the office today,” said Pram, thrusting a special plate of fried rice in front of his wife.

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To be continued

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