The President's Wife

Chapter 181: What's the matter?

Kailla was already sitting in front of the white papers with letters and numbers scattered on them. Piles of paper with opening letters and several sheets of details of the value of goods and services and their calculations, along with other costs worth billions of rupiah is waiting for approval. RAB, which has been neatly arranged by its subordinates, will be sent to their prospective clients after the signing of approval.

Of the six projects, two were for tender. In the next pile there are 3 bundles of apartment project files that are in the contractor selection stage. All of these jobs, were once Prams who held and determined. And now that the man is lying in a coma, this job is abandoned.

“How's Madam? Are you sure?” ask Stella. The secretary harbored her mother in a shaky pregnant woman holding a black pen that belonged to the president of their company.

How not to pity, this was only a small part that he had thrust on Kailla. On his desk is still piling up other files that are waiting in line to get attention.

Reports from subsidiaries in Bandung and Austria. Not to mention the ongoing project progress report. This all does not include reports from a subsidiary that Pram just built a few months ago, PT. Wijaya Indraguna's.

“I'm not sure Ste. I've learned it over and over again, I don't understand it at all. It's a lot different than what I learned on campus. I went to business for two years, but this is different. Not the same as I learned, his great-grandson's” slowly withstood the pounding heartbeat.

“You I call again, so that the one who composed this RAB explained back to Madam,” bargain Stella.

Kailla. “This theory I can learn slowly, because actually the count is clear, only I do not understand,” said Kailla, patting the pile of files on the table.

“But the ability to make decisions, to see opportunities and opportunities that make me doubt. I'm totally blind to this. Who years studying in this department alone can still make mistakes when plunging in the field, let alone me who do not know anything.”

“You don't see, Ste. The numbers are so many zeros. This means that it involves money that is not small. You who have accompanied my husband for many years, see these numbers to the point of boredom, but still do not understand clearly. Let alone me, Ste,”

Stella laughs. “In this company our field of work is clear, Mistress. No one's working odd jobs. We work in accordance with our respective fields and skills. I graduated from secretary school, so my job is just a secretary.” Stella explained.

“There will be someone who takes care of the calculation problem, there are those who hold the design, finance, field and others. Mr. Pram really put us in his field.” Stella continued.

“Then who mastered this in addition to the fathers in the meeting room, who else?”

“David who helped Pak Pram check the RAB and all the data that will go to the president's desk, but still the decision is all in the hands of Mr. Pram. David never made a decision, all taken by Mr. Pram himself."

"Except policies that do not concern the company's employment contract or small problems in the company's internal. Such as policies for employees, workers in the field, take care of salary issues and others, the recruitment of new employees, all not through Mr. Pram, it was resolved Mr. David himself," continued Stella.

Kailla sighed after explaining what her doubts were. “Connect with David, I'll ask for his opinion. Send these files to him,” said Kailla who is already stylish like the company leader. His irises were fixed on Sam, the assistant who was enjoying his leisure time by lying on the sofa.

“Sam! You better wait in the lobby. The more you relax there, the more I want to throw you in shoes,” scolding Kailla looking for an outlet, after Stella comes out of her room. Kailla was ready to take off her shoes.

Hearing Kailla's threat, Sam immediately got up. Running out lightning-fast while carrying blue rubber-studded swallow flip-flops, which he borrowed from the company's OB. Her feet were scuffed and she had to wear leather shoes all day, as a result of which her heels were badly peeling.

“Almost just!” grunt Sam, hugging tightly the flip-flops on his chest.

Stella laughs amusedly at the ridiculous manner of Kailla's barefoot assistant. “Sam, what's up?” stella asked still laughing.

“Non Kailla almost threw me with her high heel. It's nothing, I don't want it to be high heel that's why. I can be nagged Non Kailla three days and three nights,” explains Sam with a sagging shoulder.

“Non Kailla's love for her shoes is only a level below Non Kailla's love for Pak Pram. So you can imagine if something happens to his favorite shoes,” continued Sam.

***

“RAB is okay, Mrs Pram.” said David via video call connection. He laughed amusedly at the seat Pram was occupied by the wife who did not know anything.

“Then, I have to how?” kailla asked, looking at David's handsome face.

“Success you, Madam. To continue what not. The decision is in your hands. RAB is usually already margined a few percent. The value listed there usually includes the company's profit. It's just that the decision wasn't judged by the numbers on the paper alone. Supervision and work in the field is also important. If there are irregularities in the field, either from workmanship or material purchases, the company will lose money. Not to mention if there is a work accident, the terrain that will be faced is too risky and others. That's also a consideration .” David explained.

“Gosh Dave, so what should I do? How can I know the situation on the field?”

“Usually I helped Mr. Pram take care of this problem, but you can ask for help from one of the division heads in the company to help you. It could be from the design team or from the team that drafted the RAB itself. Usually before starting, they survey the field. And Mr. Pram always hear their opinions, if you can not go to the location directly.”

“Ouch! The thing is, they've explained, but I don't understand, Dave,”

Do not forget, later send me back, what the answers and responses there after reading the offer we submitted. Whether there need to be any more changes, additional or direct okay.”

“Ouch! My head is getting dizzy!” kailla was massaging her temple.

“This is what I tell you so often, Kai. If you have a brain do not often be tipped to the snoring. So this is it!” ledek Dave, wettest.

“Dave, don't forget. My husband is in a coma, not yet deceased. When he wakes up later, I'll make sure to fire you first.” Kailla nagged, disconnecting video call

Sighs many times before approving all the files before him.

***

Two months later, Kailla was holding her husband's hand in the ICU room at her lunch break. Her stomach bulges in a five-month pregnancy, like a seven-month-old woman.

Start many complaints, such as difficulty sleeping, difficulty moving. Not to mention his tingling legs and waist that were in pain almost every time he sat too long.

Sixty days were very hard for her and their babies who were already known sex, though still a guess. Most likely the twins are boys, if the doctor's guess does not miss.

“Honey, I just signed a new project again,” said Kailla, bringing her husband's hand to feel his distended stomach.

"Hotels and apartments in Central Jakarta. Hopefully this time it will be profitable. I took Om Bara on this project. Our team's been overworked, I'm handing over the interior to Om Bara's company."

Long silent, Kailla opened her voice again.

“Let's wake up, your hero wants to hear your voice. Want to feel your mouth again. You haven't seen them for a long time, they'll forget you, ” whispered Kailla slowly, trying to hold back her tears from coming down.

“You know ... Your field is arid, unkempt. No one takes care of it anymore, it's overgrown with grass and weeds. Come on get up, darling.” Kailla said softly.

Peeping warmly on Pram's forehead, Kailla rushed out of the ICU room. Not wanting to linger staring at her frail husband helplessly, sleeping on top of the gurney was not even able to respond to him at all. “I love you, Honey. Very!” whiskey kailla.

As soon as he came out, his tears poured out. Closing his mouth with both hands, holding back his crying voice so as not to break.

“As for how I went through all this, Sam,” the stuffing. The crying stopped, as the sound of a cellphone from inside his expensive bag that was being held by Sam.

“Non, Stella ...”

Hurriedly grabbing the phone from his assistant's hand. Kailla's eyeballs almost fell, her mouth could not speak when she heard the news that Stella delivered.

***

TB