The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 183: I Love You

“Sorry, is here the house of Ms Citra Wijaya?” pram asked the beautiful woman, long wavy hair, beautiful on her shoulder.

“Sorry, with whom sir?” asked the woman politely, slightly bowed.

“I Reynaldi Pratama, want to meet with Ibu Citra,” said Pram introduced himself.

Deg—

The beautiful woman, looked surprised. Staring at the handsome man before him with a hard-to-understand look.

“What is this Mom's son? Ah, he's so handsome!” the woman's inner.”

Again he looked at Pram. But his gaze was full of admiration this time. His cheeks frowned for a moment, looking at Pram who was staring at him.

“Sorry mbak, I can meet Ms Citra?” pram asked, breaking the daydream of the beautiful woman before him.

“Wait a minute,” says doubt, hurry into the house. Before long, the woman appeared again, letting Pram in and waiting in the simple living room.

The living room was only 3 meters x 3 meters. The furniture inside was nothing special. There was only one set of old benches complete with tables. There are no couches or display cabinets there.

Not long after that woman appeared again by leading an old woman. It seemed that the old woman had already begun to have difficulty walking. His clothes were simple, there were no remnants of his past glory as a company owner.

What astonished Pram was that the old woman was immediately stunned as she looked at him. His tears immediately spilled through the sunken cheeks that began to wrinkle without being able to hold. He kept staring at Pram without blinking.

“Kinar, he is very similar to his papa,” whispered the old woman to a younger woman, whom he called by the name of Kinar.

The boy who heard could only smile. He himself was not sure, he was the biological son of Mother Citra. Because everything is too coincidental. It doesn't make sense that he was Reynaldi Pratama in question. She can be raised by Riadi who is clearly involved with her parents' past. And he saw for himself, Riadi's relationship with the Citra Wijaya family is not a good relationship, until there is a transfer of assets although not yet known why.

Plus all this time, her in-laws have been so good at treating her. Riadi never differentiates between her and Kailla. Even in Riadi's will, Pram gets almost the same share as Kailla. If indeed Riadi had forcibly seized the wealth of his parents first, why did he return the company to him.

Long stunned while waiting for Mother Citra a little calmer, finally Pram introduced himself directly.

“Sorry, introduce my name Reynaldi Pratama,” said Pram. Standing up and thrusting his hand at Mother Citra who had sat on one of the benches accompanied by a beautiful woman named Kinar.

“Reynald.. My son,” said Ms. Citra slowly, trying to hold back her sobs. He gripped Pram's hand tightly, while staring at Kinar.

“Is he really my son Reynald?” ask her to Kinar, make sure.

“Pram.., call me Pram like the others,” pinta Pram. Pram is the name given directly from Riadi, although some friends more often call him Rey, including Anita. But Reynald's call, only this time he heard it. Sounds strange and foreign.

Deg—

Ibu Citra was struck by lightning when she heard the name again. I can't believe it, there is such a real coincidence. Her son, the missing Reynaldi Pratama, most likely kidnapped Riadi Dirgantara 39 years ago appears as Pram.

Actually he is not sure and has no evidence that Riadi is behind the destruction of the company and his family, including the kidnapping of his son, the sole heir of all Pratama Indraguna wealth. She only heard from her husband, who chose to end his life by suicide because he could not accept the fact his company was destroyed and his only son disappeared.

“How can this name reappear in my life. Pram was his own father's name. Why did he use that name,” Inner Mother Citra, staring at Pram in disbelief.

“Pram...,” says Ibu Citra hesitate.

He tried to calm himself down, controlling the emotions he was trying to hold back for a few minutes.

“What can I help you with?” ask Mother Citra. He positioned himself as someone else. He had to make sure first, that the young man who claimed to be named Reynaldi Pratama was his biological son. Although his face is very similar to the husband, Pratama Indraguna.

“I accidentally found Mom's company data, in the file mer.” Pram could not finish his words. It was seen that he thought for a moment, before completing his sentence.

Pram could not acknowledge Riadi as his father-in-law. He doesn't want to drag Kailla into Riadi's past or maybe his own. It was enough his wife had to deal with Andi Wijaya. He couldn't possibly drag Kailla again in his troubles this time. He had no idea what kind of people were in front of him. He did not want to harm his wife and children.

“I mean, in my foster father's file, Riadi Dirgantara,” explained Pram.

Hearing Riadi's name coming out of Pram's lips, Ibu Citra immediately went berserk.

“Is the killer still alive! I will kill Riadi and her descendants with my own hands just like she did to my family!” I shouted, Mom Citra, back to crying. His body trembled, his mind returning to the events of tens of years ago.

“Sorry Mom..,” says Pram trying to calm down.

“Bu, calm down..” said Kinar gently rubbed Mom Citra's back, then ran back to fetch a glass of water. Helping the trembling Mother Citra hold her glass.

“Sorry Sir, I was depressed and hospitalized for several years,” explained Kinar.

“So every discuss sensitive matters, which makes Mom depressed. My mother has trouble controlling her emotions. Moreover, these few days, Mother's emotions are unstable,” continued Kinar.

It was seen that Kinar hugged Mother Citra tightly, trying to calm her down. From the beginning he was hesitant to bring the two together. But he thought who knew the man who claimed to be named Reynaldi Pratama was really the son of Ibu Citra . Moreover, Kinar knew all this time, Ibu Citra missed her missing son very much. Although he is not sure, but everything can be possible.

“Sorry Sir, I have to bring Mother Citra to the room and calm her down. Later if Mother has calmed down, you can come back,” said Kinar gave a solution.

“Emm.., can we talk for a minute. Sorry what's her name Mbak?” tanya Pram stopped the steps of the two women. He could not find out many things from Mother Citra directly, at least he could find out from the woman named Kinar.

“Kinar Sir,” replied Kinar briefly.

“Good, I wait outside,” pampit Pram.

***

Pram walked out of that simple house and waited in the car. But just as Pram stepped out, his phone was already ringing. Pram rushes to the car, after seeing Kailla's name appear on her phone screen. Kailla made a video call.

“Iya Darling, “ say hello Pram on the screen that displays the face of his wife, while already sitting in the car.

“Wait a minute Darling,” pinta Pram.

“Pak, can leave me alone,” pinta Pram on the driver who is still faithfully sitting behind the steering wheel. After making sure the driver got out of the car, Pram continued his conversation with his wife.

“Iya Darling, why?” pram asked, refocusing on his wife.

“Where are you Darling?” kailla asked, astonished to see the scenery around her husband.

“I'm in the car Dear,” replied Pram, smiling. Staring at the face of his wife's pillow, who was still wearing the same nightgown, this morning drove him to the airport.

“I miss you,” said Kailla still lying in bed hugging the bolster.

“I love you,” replied Pram, giving a kiss with his lips.

“You haven't taken a shower Kai? What time is it now,” asked Pram suddenly, seeing Kailla who was still enjoying the scent of her pillow. Lie comfortably on their bed.

“Hmmmmm.. not yet,” says Kailla hesitates, smiles. Get ready to hear Pram's nagging after this.

“You asked to be pounced on!” namel Pram, glared at the screen of his phone while smiling.

“You've had breakfast Darling?” ask Pram again

“Already, had breakfast below with Ms. Ida. Where are you going, darling?” ask Kailla again.

“Finding Balinese girl to be made second wife,” Pram goda, nosy smile.

“Try if you dare!” gerutu Kailla, stared intently at his screen.

“Hahaha. You're the only one. There will never be another one again,” said Pram seduce.

“This is filled with Kailla Riadi Dirgantara all, there is no place for another woman,” continued Pram, rubbing his own chest.

“Mandi now!” pram's orders.

“Hah! You want me to take a shower with video?” ask Kailla pout.

“I do not want to see from the video, usually also I see directly,” said Pram smiled nosy.

“Makanya quickly go home now,” whine Kailla.

“A minute yes. My work is not done yet,” pinta Pram.

“Oh yes, where's Sam? I didn't see it from earlier,” asked Kailla, astonished.

Hearing Kailla's question, Pram is confused.

“I didn't take her. He's sleeping like he is. As I called out repeatedly in front of her bedroom door, she did not show up either. So I set out on my own,” Pram obviously lied.

“Not that he said that you fell asleep in the room. He's still sending you pictures. Who lied between you?” kailla asked annoyed.

“You don't trust your husband?” ask Pram, ask him.

“If you lie, I will leave you!” threaten Kailla while stroking her stomach. He deliberately did it to bully Pram.

“Dare to run away from me, I will report you to the police. You have kidnapped my son who is still in your stomach,” Pram replied chuckling.

“Huh! Home soon. Otherwise I will catch up with you,” Kailla said, glaring.

“Let's babymoon. Want?” tawar Pram's.

“Mau... Honey,” Kailla said, rolling around in bed.

“Mandi now. I'm coming home tonight, greet your husband with your sexiest look, honey. Okay?” said Pram, smiling flirtatiously while blinking his eyes.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Kailla nodded.

“Before 12 o'clock tonight. If it passes from that, you sleep outside Honey,” threatened Kailla.

“Hahaha... don't throw your husband out too often. You don't know, there are many women out there who want your husband to sleep in his room,” said Pram laughed.

“Already..already, I'll call you again later yes. I still have business. I love you, darling,” continued Pram again, after his eyes caught the figure of Kinar already out of the house and looking for his whereabouts.

“Love you too, muach!” sahut Kailla turned off his call.

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