The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 81: The Secret of Kailla

“Bay, have you prepared everything?” pram asked as soon as Bayu was standing right in front of him. They are currently in Mr. Riadi's office. Since these few days, Pram is the one who uses this room more often to work.

“Already Boss.” Bayu answered briefly.

Pram looks to catch his breath, massaging his temples. “How can my wife see me at the restaurant?” ask Pram.

“Hah!” Bayu was stunned to hear Pram's question. He himself did not know clearly what happened. At that time he just parked his car right behind the car driven by Sam.

“I don't know the Boss. After the hospital, we stopped by the pharmacy. Is it possible there?” answer Bayu. He felt a little guilty hearing Pram's question.

PLAKKK!! Suddenly Pram threw a hard slap in Bayu's face.

“Where until you don't know?” ask Pram. His gaze was deadly, it was certain that Pram was angry at hearing Bayu's reply.

“Sa..i'm in the car, right behind the car Non Kailla. I thought Sam was going down with him. I also do not pay too much attention.” said Bayu still bowed.

“You clearly know, why I'm wearing you! I can't count on Sam.” This time Pram chose to sit on his father-in-law's oversized chair, rubbing his face with both hands

“Sorry Boss, next time I won't be careless anymore. I deliberately chose not to get out of the car, for fear that Non Kailla would not want to see me, as before,” Bayu explained.

Pram took a deep breath and exhaled him back. Repeatedly, to dampen his emotions a little. This whole day, he was tired of Kailla's behavior. His emotions are more easily provoked when he hears something that is not walking in its place.

“Bay, you know why I used you other than because Sam wasn't so good?” Pram asked, this time he chose to look at Bayu. Bayu just shook his head.

“You can sit! I'll give you a reason, how important your duty is. So you know, there is someone's life at stake if you are negligent,” explained Pram.

Bayu sat right in front of Pram only blocked a work desk. Pram himself is seen turning the chair to the side, staring at a large frame hanging on the wall. There is a portrait of Riadi Dirgantara embracing Kailla, his wife there. She smiled at Kailla's smile. The photo was taken when Kailla was just entering Junior High School, approximately 8 years ago.

It looks like Pram opened one of the drawers on Mr. Riadi's desk. He pulled out a red map and threw it on the table.

“Buklah!” pram's orders. For a long time, Pram was used to this room. Mr. Riadi always told him wherever usually important documents are stored. So that one day Pram needs it, no need to wonder anymore. Other than Pram, no one can enter this room without permission, including Kailla.

Bayu took the red map and started to see the contents inside. There's pieces of a woman's accident news paper. On the back there is the data of the woman, the following death certificate, family card and others. There are even data on the results of the investigation of the cause of the accident, including a copy of Kailla's birth certificate in the last row. Bayu's forehead wrinkled, trying to digest all the data before him at this moment.

“That's my mother-in-law, Ma'am Kailla. If you read it more carefully, you will know the cause of the single accident because of what. And until now, not yet known the mastermind behind the accident.” explained Pram.

Bayu is now beginning to understand. “She is pregnant Non Kailla?” beu asked, his hand pointing at a photo.

“Iya. And the person's real destination is Kailla, the baby inside her stomach,” Pram replied. Because he is the sole heir of RD Group and all assets belong to Riadi Dirgantara.” explained Pram.

“For 20 years now, even before Kailla was born. Mr. Riadi chose not to recognize Kailla legally to ensure the safety of his daughter,” Pram explained again.

Seemed Bayu read the data of his boss' wife tucked in the last sheet. In the birth certificate, there is only the name of his mother without the identity of his father. There is a piece of paper containing the results of DNA tests from the hospital and a certificate of adoption.

After turning the sheets of paper in front of him, his eyes were fixed on a piece of newspaper containing the news of the mother of the baby.

“This...,” Bayu looked doubtful, his finger pointing to the piece of the newspaper while staring at Pram.

Pram nodded, “news is true. I'm also confused how my father-in-law got involved with a p*lacur.”

“You understand now, why take good care of my wife. Why do I always say, make sure no stranger approaches her.” Pram stared intently at Bayu.

“I am not ready to see my wife destroyed if she knows the truth,” Pram said slowly. It is barely audible.

To this extent, Kailla knows nothing, even she never knew daddy didn't marry his mother. Kaila never knew her mother's dark past. They're trying hard, closing all that information. Kailla never saw her personal data, because Pram would take care of everything for her.

Quite a long silence, Pram is still staring at the frame without sound, Bayu is still busy reading all the information that is considered necessary to know. Anybody who might be involved and should be avoided by his boss' wife.

“Good boss,” Bayu nodded and thrust the red map back to Pram.

“Bu Ida will accompany Kailla during there, my schedule is very busy later. Poor Kailla alone,” he continued.

Deg— Mata Pram captures the shadow of a person in between the bottom of the workspace door. There was someone who was stealing their conversation earlier.

“Kai, log in now!” pram shouted after believing only Kailla would dare to do so. His hand swiftly put the red map back into the drawer. Her heart skipped a beat, she was worried that Kailla heard all her talk with Bayu just now.

As the door of the study slowly opened, Kailla walked in with a bowed face and hesitated. She actually had no intention of eavesdropping, but as soon as it passed near the room she faintly heard Pram's voice talking to someone. That's what led him to stick his ear on the door leaf. And how upset he was, when he found out Pram invited Bayu to come with them.

“What you do on the doorstep. Huh?” ask Pram. He got up from his seat to reach Kailla who was standing by the door. Looking at Kailla's current expression, it was certain that she didn't hear anything important. He knew exactly how his wife was.

“You eavesdrop on our conversation?” ask Pram. He had to bend down, so that he could align his face with Kailla's lowered face.

Kailla, who had lowered her head earlier, suddenly stomped her feet on the floor. With a pouting face, he pointed his index finger at Bayu.

“I don't want him coming!” kailla said firmly. Pram's eyes follow Kailla's index.

“Kai, from now on call his name correctly.” Pram's command is firm, his gaze now turns to the beautiful face of his wife who is still pouting.

“I want Sam, I don't want him!” rengek Kailla, he turned back defiantly, looking at Pram boldly at this moment.

“Call the name correctly, Darling. From tomorrow Bayu who will take care of you.” Pram obviously grabbed Kailla's hand and took her to sit on the chair she was sitting in.

“I don't want to!” push Kailla again after sitting down.

“Bay, please leave us!” decah Pram's. He had to explain to Kailla. After all Kailla had to accept her decision this time. It appears that Pram chose to crouch in front of Kailla. That way he was more free to look at Kailla's face, seeing all the expressions painted there.

“What do you want?” tanya Pram opened the conversation.

“I want Sam, I don't want him!” Kailla still whines. As soon as she heard Bayu would come with them, she was immediately inflamed and upset. The man who had just entered into their life was so trusted by her husband. Though clearly, all this time Sam was guarding it.

“Wood! Her name is Bayu.” Pram again asks Kailla to name her new assistant.

“Iya.. BAYU!” Kailla's getting upset. Pushing Pram who was crouching in front of him to fall.

“Kai, I'm your husband!” said Pram loudly after returning to his original position.

Actually, Kailla's push was not too tight, but because she had no preparation and her position was crouching so it easily made her lose balance.

“But I want Sam to come with me. Om only bring Bayu, Sam time can not follow,” pinta Kailla. Whining back pulled the shirt Pram wore.

“Jeez this kid! From the past has not changed.”

“Kai.. Kai..! My clothes are torn,”ucap Pram trying to let go of Kailla's hand that keeps pulling the shirt.

“If you want, I can open it.” Goda Pram is ready to pull his shirt up featuring a torn bread neatly arranged in his stomach.

“I want Sam to come with me Om. I promise I won't bother Om later there.” persuade Kailla.

“Do I have to let out my blue tears as usual huh. It flashed a mischievous idea in Kailla's mind. Anyhow he's gonna have to take Sam with him.

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