The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 7. Waiting to Call Daddy

The RD Group office.

It appears that Pram parked his car in the lobby and threw his car keys at the office driver.

“Pak, please park my car in the basement," Pram ordered half a run into the building.

“Ready, Sir!” replied the driver, who could only see his superior's sturdy back running away. The car owner rushed in, regardless of the driver's answer.

Pram hastily walks into the office, with his hair slightly disheveled but does not detract from his good looks. Still with sunglasses on, Pram half ran towards the elevator ignoring the greetings and gazes full of admiration of his employees.

“Ouch! How handsome!" said one of the reception desk girls who was a little hysterical to see Pram walking into the building.

“Ah! my future husband. If he smiles even more coolly" said the girl's friend.

The atmosphere at the reception desk was instantly bustling for a moment, the girls were talking about a handsome boss who was loyal to be alone. Pram is a famous figure who rarely talks let alone smiles. He only spoke as necessary, saying hello. When a Pram walks, he will only look straight ahead.

Ting! The elevator door opened, Pram rushed to his room. As soon as he entered, it was seen that Mr. Riadi was sitting talking to Donny, his assistant.

“Siang, President.” greet Pram.

“The boy is troubling you again?” asked Mr. Riadi smilingly looking at the handsome man he already considered like his own biological son.

Pram just smiled, choosing to sit in front of Mr. Riadi.

"President has lunch?” ask Pram again. He chose not to answer questions from Mr. Riadi, because he believed Mr. Riadi better understand what his daughter was like.

“Already,” replied Mr. Riadi briefly as he sighed. His eyes looked at Pram with a taste of haru. He did not misjudge, the little boy below him coming home 30 years ago was truly an extraordinary child. Pram never disappoints him.

“You took good care of me and Kailla. I cannot imagine that you are not in our lives, Pram,” continued Mr. Riadi again. There is gratitude in every word Mr. Riadi, he felt very lucky to have Pram.

“Donny, can leave us.” Mr. Riadi asked his assistant to leave the room. It seems like there is something personal that he wants to talk about.

“Good, Sir.” Donny immediately went out and closed the door slowly.

“Pram, aren't you tired? I'm getting tired, Pram. My physique is also not as strong as it used to be.” Mr. Riadi took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

“I don't know until when I can hold on and wait for you to call me Daddy, Pram. I want to enjoy my old days, without being pestered about the company. I want to enjoy my old days. Seeing you and Kailla together, gave birth to the heir Riadi Dirgantara," continued Mr. Riadi again.

Pram just smiled and looked down. He really can't answer or promise anything right now.

“You're not young anymore either, Pram. Until when will you wait for Kailla to be ready. Don't you think your handsome face and athletic body can't age. The longer the wrinkles on your face increase due to the actions of the bad boy,” taunted Mr. Riadi while chuckling.

“Alright, I want to go home first. I'm tired.” Mr. Riadi stood up and patted Pram on the shoulder as soon as he passed the downcast handsome man.

“Kailla is now in my apartment. Later in the night I will drive him home.” said Pram while standing, intending to take Mr. Riadi out of his room.

“Staying at your place is fine too, Pram. As long as you promise to give me a handsome and beautiful grandson afterwards. Haha ...." Mr. Riadi chuckled again.

***

After Mr. Riadi's departure, Pram immediately contacted David.

“Dave, hold a meeting now to discuss the project in Bandung. I'll hear reports from the teams and supervisors on the ground" Pram ordered on the phone.

“How happened, Dave?” ask Pram after all the related staff are in the meeting room.

“Please prepare for me all the job reports related to this project?” I want as much detail as possible!” pram Pinta. He tapped his pen on the table while reading some project-related files.

“Good, Sir.”

After hearing explanations from some of the team members who handled the project, Pram ended his meeting. There were several employees out of the meeting room, leaving Pram and David sitting face to face.

“Alright, Dave ... tomorrow I'll leave for Bandung. I'm dropping off the office. If there is a problem in the office please handle it first and report it to me. As much as possible does not involve Mr. President.” said Pram

“Good, Sir. Anything else?”

“As long as I'm in Bandung, please take care of all Kailla.” needs Pram takes out his wallet and puts his credit card to David.

“You can return to your room, Dave!” decah Pram's.

***

At seven o'clock in the night, Pram arrives at his apartment. After entering the number code, Pram went inside by massaging his nape. He was busy with all sorts of problems all day. From Kailla to project issues. Weary. Not to mention Mr. Riadi who often discusses the issue of his relationship with Kailla.

Sam himself was seen busy with his cell phone when Pram came in so the assistant was unaware of his employer's arrival.

“Sam, where is Kailla?” pram asks a surprise to Sam who is busy seducing the girls in whatApp group

“Non ... non Kailla is sleeping in her room, Mr.” Sam answered stammeringly.

“It's been a while?" ask Pram again. It was seen he took off his work coat and threw it on the sofa.

“After dinner, Mr.” Sam answered briefly.

Pram seemed to nod, stalling his shirt arm. “He ate with what earlier?” ask Pram again.

“Tadi Non ask Ibu Ida to make fried rice for him."

“Ok, you can go home. Tomorrow I have to go to Bandung. If there is a problem with Kailla, you can contact David.” Pram explained as he walked towards Kailla's room.

“Good, Sir.” Sam answered. Just now he was getting ready to go home suddenly Pram called him back.

“Sam! I don't want something like this to happen again.”

“Good, Sir.”

“You hired him to look after Kailla, make sure she doesn't do anything weird out there. If you feel like he's going the wrong way or what he's doing is wrong, you can refuse,” Pram explained. “And if you can't handle it, you can contact me.”.

“Good, Sir. Sorry.” Sam was seen scratching his head which was not itchy.

“You can go home now.” Pram said. Soon she approached Kailla in her room.

“Kai."

"Kai."

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