The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 195. Pramish Anger

Arriving at the old Riadi residence, the magnificent house looked deserted. Sam runs to the back of the house looking for his parents. Yes, both of Sam's parents hired Pram to look after and clean Riadi's old house. They lived in the back house, where the assistants had previously lived.

There was only one security guard at the gate. Every day, the gates are locked more often.

“Pak, has anyone come here?” pram asked the security who ran up to him.

“There was someone who came looking for Mr. Riadi, but already a few weeks ago. I forgot for sure Sir,” said security.

Pram just nodded, passed into the house.

“Siang Sir,” greet his mother Sam, shocked to see Pram with his disheveled look. His work coat was only hung in the hand, his shirt was tangled with rolled up arms. Some of his top shirt buttons are open. Hair that is usually neatly combed is currently disheveled irregularly.

“Make me a black coffee, take it to Kailla's room. Ask Sam where his room is,” obviously Pram, pass away. It was seen that he ran up the stairs, rushing into the room that was twenty years this time occupied by his wife.

Chequek.

Once the door opens, it's all the same. There were no clothes left there. The wardrobes are empty, let alone the collection closet of his wife's bag, not a single one is filled there. For other furniture remains intact, not shifted in the slightest.

Before long, there was a knock on the door. Lazily, Pram got up from his seat to open the room door.

“This Sir.” Sam's mother offered a cup of black coffee to Pram, who was standing at the door blocking the entrance.

Thank you,” said Pram, taking over that coffee cup and closing the room door violently.

His mind is fucked up right now. He could do nothing but wait for news from Bayu. The man with the crumpled look chose to lie on the sofa while thinking about what to do next.

“This must be Andi's work! I will not forgive him if he really hurt Kailla,” Pram said, clenching his hands. Just now he was about to sip his black coffee, but Bayu had already contacted him first.

“Iya Bay,” said Pram hastily. He could not wait for the good news from his wife's assistant.

“It looks like the Boss's guess is correct. My men are tracking where they are carrying Non Kailla at the moment,” Bayu explained.

Pram immediately ran out shouting Sam's name from the second floor. His voice was blaring, shocking anyone who heard him.

“SAM! SAM! WHERE ARE YOU?” yelled Pram repeatedly.

Sam just showed up when Pram was in the dining room. It appeared that the assistant was running with hunting breath, standing in fear waiting for his master's orders.

“Give me the car keys!” pinta Pram, hand thrusting, waiting for Sam to pull out the car keys.

Sam looked doubtful as he looked at his mistress who looked chaotic and messy. He was worried to see Pram who could not possibly drive his own car. And may not be able to control his own emotions. He was worried that Pram would do things beyond his senses.

“Give me or I'll kill you now!” threaten Pram, immediately pull Sam's shirt collar, hit the sinless face to the floor.

“Pak, I only drive.” Sam gave a suggestion after already standing back in front of Pram, rubbing the tip of his lips that were bleeding due to Pram's punch.

“Give now! I can't take you there,” pinta Pram again.

“Pak ...” Sam still tried to refuse. He could not let his master face it all alone.

“Give, Brengs*ek!” Pram was already preparing to ban Sam again, but was restrained when he saw the two Sam parents who were walking towards them.

Sam, who was staring at his parents, did not realize that Pram had taken the car keys in his hand.

“I'm sorry. My wife and son need me. If I don't return tonight, please report Andi Wijaya to the police!” pram said, telling Sam.

Hurry up to run towards the car. Pram's current destination is the residence of Andi Wijaya. He'll do anything to save Kailla. He could lose everything, but not his wife and children.

Before heading to Andi's house, Pram stopped by her apartment. He had not been there for a long time, but he could not come to the crafty man empty-handed. After removing the weapon from his study vault, he rushed to the car. Pram has to get his wife and son back.

“Sore Sir, can anyone help?” ask the guard when Pram lowers the window of his car.

“I want to see Andi! Tell him Pram wants to meet him!” said Pram rudely. His face was really unfriendly. Jaw hardens with reddened eyes. Not to mention the protruding veins in the temple signify anger has crossed the threshold.

“Sorry Sir, Mr. Andi is ..”

The guard was unable to continue his words. Pram had opened the car door and pushed it up.

“Open now! Otherwise I'll destroy it!” pram Ancam.

“Sorry, Mr. Andi is being undisturbed,” obviously the guard man is trying to be calm.

“Well if that's what it wants! I will serve,” said Pram nodded. He got back in the car. His anger is growing. Seen he's rewinded his beloved black Bentley. By stepping on the full gas pedal, Pram crashed his car into the gate of Andi's house.

Brakes.

The sound of a clash between the car and the shattered gate made a loud and shocking sound. Do not be asked about the shape of the Pram car now, as destroyed as the gate of the house that has fallen.

It was seen that he pulled out a cell phone from his pants pocket to contact his assistant.

“Dave, send someone to pick up my destroyed car at Andi Wijaya's house. Send me a car too! I'll send you the address,” Pram's command before exiting his shapeless car on the front.

Some of the house guards who tried to block him had to retreat when Pram pointed a gun at them.

“ANDI OUT! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME NOW!” pram shouted, banging on the door of the house.

“DON'T BE A COWARD!” yell Pram again.

“IF YOU STILL DO NOT WANT TO GO OUT, I WILL CONTACT THE POLICE NOW!” threaten Pram again.

“DON'T TILL I EXPOSE ALL YOUR PAST SINS! I'M NOT AS GOOD AS RIADI!”

Pram is ready to call the police. His black phone was already stuck to his ear, as Andi casually opened the door of the house and smiled cunningly. At this time the fat man was accompanied by two assistants.

“What is my adopted nephew Reynaldi Pratama apparently visiting here?” ask Andi casually. He looked at the gate of his destroyed house. His gaze turned to Pram who was still holding tightly to a weapon that could at any time blow his head, if he did not carefully speak.

He knows clearly how Pram is. The man in front of him has tremendous patience, but when anger reigns, Pram will destroy everything without a second thought.

“Where did you hide my wife?” pram asked, trying a little more calmly.

“What do you want?” ask Pram again.

“Hahahaha .. I don't want anything. I'll just take my rights,” explained Andi.

“I won't hurt him, I just need his signature,” Andi continued again, explaining.

“What do you want? I'll give it to you,”

“I want the company back to my family,” Andi said.

“No problem, let's talk,” said Pram barged into the house.

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To be continue.