My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Executing Plan

“They are off guard. Now is the best time to execute that plan,” said Tari with a pair of eyes that glittered excitedly.

All this time, even though he did not interfere in the company's affairs, but the old man always sent his confidants to watch over him. He also always secretly sent his trusted bodyguards to help ward off attacks directed at Pramudya. But now, it's good that he's dead. There will be no barrier that will bother you anymore.

Dance drew closer to her son, patting his arm tightly as he said, “The Old Man is gone, the one protecting the little bastard is gone. Now is the time, Tommy, don't be weak.”

“Ibu—“

“Shut! Just do what Mom says! It's for your own good.”

Tommy clenched both his hands tightly. He always could not argue if his mother had said the ultimate sentence.

Everything her mother did, it was for her own good, for her future.

He turned around and looked at the shadow of Pramudya and Freya from a distance.

His heart was broken for a moment.

Just a moment because of the next second, his mother's voice came back.

“If you don't do it, I swear I'll die in front of you!” say Dance out loud.

A black sedan pulled over near the mother and child. Dari opened the car door and entered, leaving her son still standing by the side of the road.

Threats again. Tommy felt very helpless. Between Mother and step-sister, of course he would prefer his mother.

About his half-sister and his wife that ....

Tommy turned his eyes away, following the pace of the black sedan car that turned the corner.

Why should his life be so dark?

Why was he born into this family?

Why did he have to be an illegitimate child?

There were so many “why” questions in Tommy's head, but not a single answer he found.

Inside the oncoming car, Tari glanced at the driver's seat. Carissa sat up straight, her gaze straight ahead. The girl was wearing a dusty pink dress. Her lips polished lisptic nude. The smell of expensive perfume emanated from her dense and sexy body.

Dance turned her face to hide the envious look. He feels jealous of the beauty of youth that is still owned by Carissa. He himself, despite having carried out various routine treatments to prevent premature aging, the symptoms arising from the increase in age still can not be eliminated completely. It proves that the laws of nature cannot be resisted.

“What information does Aunt have?” ask Carissa suddenly. His hand turned the steering wheel, directing the car into the protocol road.

He did not attend the funeral of the Old Man. For a while he had decided not to appear before Pram. That way, when the man falls and needs help, he will appear like a rescue angel. Then Pram will immediately fall in love and return to him.

This time he was willing to come and pick up this old woman because he was lured with information about Pram.

“They slept in the room all night. My men also saw them making out in the kitchen even though there was no dead Old Bangka. Why do you think it can be?” Dance back asking as well as throwing bait.

Carissa pulverized and punched the steering wheel so strongly that the loud honking sound shocked the pedestrians.

“That's impossible! How can their relationship development accelerate in just a few days?” yells.

Dance wears a sly smile.

“Maybe because of that honeymoon, they are becoming closer and open to each other,” he replied.

Carissa's hands clenched tightly until her knuckles turned white. There was no way Pramudya would want to sleep in the room with the cheap woman willingly, surely because there was his grandfather so he was forced to do that. Yeah, that must be so.

“It could be that he was forced to have to pretend in front of his grandfather,” said Carissa half hoping that her guess was correct.

Dance sneered and waved her hand in the air. “You don't understand. That's not pretending. My servant said, the way Pramudya looked at and treated his wife is very different. One hundred and eighty degrees. It doesn't look like a pretend.”

After saying that sentence, Tari glanced sideways once again. He felt very happy and satisfied to see the expression of Carissa's ugly face. The girl looked very angry and upset.

The more angry the better.

The more upset the better.

That way it can be an encouragement to destroy Pramudya and his wife.

“What do you think of Auntie? Should we execute that plan now?” carissa asked, looking at her.

The grin of the face of the dance is getting wider. This question is what he is waiting for.

“Yes, this is the right time. Pramudya is grieving, the supervision will definitely not be too strict. If the abilities of the people you mentioned are indeed as great as that, it should not be a difficult problem to clean up that little ja lang.”

A cynical grin was engraved on Carissa's face. One week he sat still and endured the turbulent emotions inside his chest, it was not because he was very generous, but because he was preparing a plan ... the plan that would make the ja lang who had snatched Pram from his side disappear forever.

“Aibi take it easy. This time it will not fail. I've prepared everything well,”.

Dance nodded in satisfaction. Real nice. It's as he expected. It is not necessary to intervene to get rid of that little ja lang. When his wife suffered a disaster, the attention of Pram the rancid boy was bound to be split. It will be easier to drop it. Dance was very excited.

“According to Aunty, when is the best time to execute that plan?” ask Carissa. The car slowed down, entering the parking area of one of the largest malls in Jakarta City. He planned to treat Antasena Dance because he had told him every detail of information obtained from Pramudya's residence.

“Faster is better. If the mourning period had passed, Pramudya's focus would have been very difficult to shift. What else according to my messenger servant, Pramudya took his wife all the time. It was not even shy to show off the affection in front of everyone. You just saw how he hugged the village girl tightly at his grandfather's funeral.” Dance deliberately added fuel to the blazing and burning fire. The bigger the flame the better. He will definitely enjoy the moment of Pramudya's destruction.

Carissa pouting. His forehead furrowed deeply until his eyebrows were almost in chains. This time it seemed like Aunt Dance's words were correct, she had to act immediately when the opportunity arose.

He pulled the car over to the parking lot, then took the old-fashioned cell phone out of his bag. The phone can only be used to send ordinary messages and make calls, there is no internet network or various sophisticated applications that exist in android phones.

Carissa presses the round button with a green phone handle, then selects an unnamed number that is at the top of the list.

He brought the phone to his ear and waited for the call to be connected.

“Halo, Miss.” I heard a greeting from across there.

“Do the preparation and execute the plan. Don't get caught. If I get caught, remember, I don't get involved in anything. Understand?”

“Good, Miss.”

“Tell me if you guys got it.” Carissa hung up the phone after saying that sentence. A moment later, the corners of his lips lifted up.

Heh, village girl. How strong were you when facing two dozen trained men? Hm. That would be so exciting.

“You're sure those people are reliable?” tanya Dari hesitated a little.

“Aibi rest easy, they are the best.” Carissa answered steadily. These people he got from his mother, how could it be unreliable?

These people .. he already knew how their work and their cruelty. According to the mother, if it were not for the help of these people, she and her mother would not be in the position they are today. So of course he trusted their abilities.

Village girl, let's see how you'll be. I swear, it will be a very painful death.

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