The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 177: Finding Out

“Honey, have you?” kailla asked with a gasp of breath, after Pram had finished everything. Her husband was still not willing to move, still at home piercing his innocent body.

Hearing Kailla's question, Pram who was leaning his head on his wife's chest immediately raised his head. His breathing is not regular.

“Gosh! He's not tired yet! His voice is still tight. Do I have to play one more game. A little long time ago,” Inner Pram smiled cunningly.

“Darling, have you? Let's move, your body is heavy,” whine Kailla.

“Kan new first round Kai. If playing football is two innings. 2 x 45 minutes, it will also be added to extra time,” said Pram reasoned, trying to hold his laughter. He had to make Kailla tired, so that his wife could fall asleep quickly.

“Hah!?” Kailla surprised.

He stared at the clock on the wall. It's almost 10 p.m. His favorite tv show is over. He could only stop this time. Not too much protest.

“But after this we sleep huh?” pinta Kailla with a face.

“Iya..” sahut Pram, nodded. He immediately agreed, after seeing that Kailla was really tired of preparing to sleep for a while longer.

“We play slowly,” continued Pram.

***

Kailla was half asleep when Pram finished everything. Even his wife was unable to move and respond to his call. Not obvious due to fatigue or sleepiness. Most importantly for Pram, Kailla was already asleep.

“Kai...., dear...,” call Pram, make sure again that Kailla is asleep.

Forced her to help clean and change Kailla's nightgown. Waking up Kailla at this time, would only make things difficult for herself. He was unable to sneak out and find out all the things that were eliminating concentration since this afternoon.

“Beautiful dreams My dear,” whispered Pram , kissed Kailla's forehead and stomach.

Walking back, he slowly opened the door of his room. He was impatient to immediately re-open the file that was ruffled this afternoon.

Currently Pram is sitting with a black map spread out on the table. There are many things that his father-in-law has hidden.

“Is this my original birth certificate?”

“But how can it be in the hands of Riadi?”

“If this is mine, why have my in-laws kept their mouths shut?”

“If this is mine, then both names are my parents.”

Those questions were dancing in his brain. Pram's eyes and brain are working together right now. He was surprised to see how Riadi Dirgantara who asked his own wife, late Anna Wijaya transferred all assets including the company to him before dying.

Though there should be rights Andi Wijaya there, considering Wijaya Group is a Wijaya family company. It's not just Anna Wijaya's. Given his status as a son-in-law, he had no rights to the Wijaya family's assets. He's just an outsider. Even he did not leave a penny for Andi Wijaya.

“Wow! The other side of Riadi Dirgantara. Really sneaky and greedy!” pram said slowly.

“She's so sneaky, once she gets everything, she disables Wijaya Group. And build Riadi Dirgantara Group instead.”

Pram was again made wide with a piece of paper in the form of a photocopy of Riadi's own handwriting signed on the stamp.

“Wow! What he wanted. He took everything just for me,” Pram said in disbelief.

On the paper it is written all assets on behalf of Riadi Dirgantara and Riadi Dirgantara Group will be handed over to Reynaldi Pratama. Even Riadi allowed Pram to use the name Dirgantara. Pram could not believe what he read.

Seen rereading. Pram looked back at the year the will was made. There are a lot of questions on his mind right now. Why did his in-laws do all this.

“This letter was made before Kailla was born. When I was 15. What was the purpose of my in-laws doing all this. That much I feel sorry for me,” said Pram slowly.

“Oh yes, his personal lawyer had told me,” continued Pram again.

After feeling there is no more important thing to get, Pram chose to save all the data and contact someone.

“Please find out, all things about Pratama Indraguna, Citra Wijaya and PT Wijaya Indraguna. I want more information!” pram's orders.

“Iya Boss!”

“Oh yes, find out also about their son named Reynaldi Pratama!” continued Pram.

“Any Boss!”

“I need asap!” tell Pram before disconnecting his phone call.

***

Kailla opened the curtains of her room. The large window in her room featured a view of the sea that was right across the street from her front.

“Beautiful,” he said slowly.

“But not as pretty as my wife,” Pram whispered suddenly in Kailla's ear.

“Jeez, you surprised me Dear,” Kailla said, hitting Pram's soft hand that had been hugging and locking her body from behind,

“Beauty right?” pram asked, his index finger was pointing at the glass in the window.

“Hmmmmm,” Mumbled Kailla.

“I fell in love with this house just as I was standing here too, staring at the vast ocean ahead. And I'm sure, my wife will feel the same way too,” Pram said.

“Really?” kailla asked turned to look at Pram who was standing hugging her.

“Iya..,” said Pram, tidying up Kailla's long hair and getting rid of her on the left side of his wife's shoulder.

“I imagine, we spend our old age standing here. Waiting for our children to come home while gazing at the sinking afternoon sun at the end there,” whispered Pram, putting his chin on Kailla's right shoulder.

“Honey, I don't want to be left alone,” whispered Kailla. Imagining the age of 20 years different from the husband, sometimes there is a fear of his own in his little heart. He was afraid that Pram would leave him first. Even though age nobody knows. But that fear, sometimes appeared in the corner of his heart.

“I won't leave you. Whatever happens, I'll never leave you,” Pram promised, peeping Kailla's cheek at a glance.

The cup!

“Really?” ask Kailla.

“Iya..,” sahut Pram, tighten his embrace.

“Ayo prepare. Would you like to come to the office with me?” ask Pram.

“I leave noon yes. I still want to learn how to cook with Ida Bu and Sari Bu,” Kailla explained.

“Alright, I'm taking a shower now. Want to take a shower with me?” tawar Pram's.

Kailla. “Later it will be long!” kailla smiled. He had imagined what would happen if he took a bath with Pram.

***

“Kai, later ask Sam and Bayu to take you to the office,” said Pram, tidying up his shirt buttons.

Hmmmmm,” murmured Kailla, not answering clearly. He was still standing in front of the window.

It appears that Pram is coming to his wife, thrusting a tie into Kailla's hand.

“Your regular job, darling,” says Pram smile. Kailla deftly placed the blue tie of the dongker on Pram's neck.

“Perfect!” kailla commented, smiling satisfiedly at the tie that had been neatly attached to her husband's neck.

“Today daddy's son is fussy?” pram asked, rubbing his wife's stomach for a moment.

“No Dad...,” sahut Kailla brief. Since returning to Indonesia, the baby has never been fussy, never asked for anything strange and never nausea let alone vomiting.

“Alright, I leave for the office now,” pamit Pram after making sure the tie is installed perfectly.

“See you later at noon, daddy's son,” whispered Pram, bent down to kiss Kailla's stomach.

“Later I will call you Kai,” said Pram, holding Kailla's hand, coming out of the room.

***

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