The President's Wife
Chapter 46: Pram Emotions
Pram was still in the meeting room, when his smartphone screen lit up dozens of times. The vibrating rubbing against the oval teak wood table gave rise to a disturbing creaking sound. He deliberately silenced the sound of his cellphone so as not to disturb important company meetings in order to respect other company officials who participated in the meeting together.
Without seeing the caller, Pram grabbed the phone and put it in his pants pocket, making the meeting atmosphere silent for a moment. The concentration is still on the company representatives who are standing in the middle of the room with the projector screen moving alternately.
There will be a mega project in the near future. His company will build housing, malls and apartments in one area. It is predicted to be completed in the next three to five years. Pram who was sitting on the main seat, was seen tapping his fingers on the wooden table, with a serious face hearing carefully.
He whispered to David sitting next to him. The man of his age, again doodled on empty paper, in accordance with what his president said.
Six years Pram has become an important person in his father-in-law's RD Group. From before he only served as Deputy Director when he was still engaged to Kailla. Shortly before marriage, Riadi Dirgantara handed the reins of leadership in his hands.
The next surprise, a few days after the marriage, his personal attorney-in-law came to him, telling him that the company and its assets were being transferred in his name, Reynaldi Pratama. Even the wife did not get a part at all in the Riadi Dirgantara Group.
Kailla only inherited assets on behalf of Riadi Dirgantara personally, which until now was still under Pram's control. Pram which stores all savings files, deposits and certificates of ownership of several houses, villas and land in various cities in Indonesia. Including all the other immovable possessions that had been transferred in his wife's name.
Kailla only holds an unlimited card and a debit card, it is also in the name of Reynaldi Pratama. Miris, but that's a reality that Kailla has never protested. All this time she had never been lacking, so she did not care about her inheritance which her husband held back.
The two-hour meeting stopped at lunchtime. Just stepping foot out of the meeting room, Pram was greeted by the presence of Ricko who stood stiff while carrying a bag containing a lunch box.
“During noon Sir,” greet Ricko smiling.
Pram greeted some of the colleagues who had attended the meeting with him, after which he assigned David to host them lunch at a restaurant that Stella had ordered beforehand.
“Sorry I can't come to lunch, I happen to have an important affair. Later my assistant, David will accompany you,” said Pram, buttoning back some buttons under his suit in an upright position, before shaking hands with some colleagues.
Pram's words were only answered with a smile and a pat on his back by a colleague who was indeed his age far above him.
After a pleasantry event in front of the meeting room, Pram rushed towards his room. He can't wait to meet his wife. Even he ignored Ricko's previous greeting.
Chequek!
The door of the room is open. There was nobody in it. Back he exited the room, after making sure his study room was empty without the slightest human aura. Beyond the same, there's no Stella, her secretary. The girl was out to enjoy her lunch. Only look Ricko who approached him while still holding a bag of supplies in hand.
“This is Kai.. uh sorry, Non Kailla,” said Ricko thrust the bag to his employer.
“Which wife?” pram asked, still wryly looking for the whereabouts of Kailla.
“Sorry Sir, Non Kailla is having business outside, he asked me to bring provisions for Mr. Pram, later he followed here,” said Ricko did not answer frankly.
“Means?” Pram starts kissing some unusual ones.
“Non Kailla, says will ask permission directly to Mr. I do not know clearly, maybe Mr. Pram can contact Non Kailla directly.”
Pram's face changed immediately.
“Put that stock on my work desk!” pram's orders, reach into his pants pocket and pull out his phone.
“Darling, I have an appointment with Dion's mother. Your lunch I'll drop off at Ricko's. I called your phone but it wasn't picked up. Home meet with Mother Dion, I stopped by the office.”
Pram smiled wryly, after reading a second time.
“You can wait in the lobby, Rick!” pram's orders, restrain the murkana. Trying to cover up his disappointment with his wife.
Pram throws his expensive cell phone rough on the desk. So tight, until the thin phone with the apple logo the rest of the bite almost fell to the floor.
A smile full of anger lingered on his lips.
“Izin what do you mean, Kai. Even you just told me, not asked permission. You didn't ask your husband for an opinion,” grumbled Pram upset. Plunge his body on the chair.
Staring at the box of supplies that Kailla prepared it felt sick. His hunger was gone, because of the actions of a wife who did not even consider him.
Trying to dampen his emotions by breathing repeatedly. Dion's name in the message actually made his emotions rise. Maybe if it was someone else or another man, Pram would have a lot of understanding. But the man his wife will meet is related to Dion. The man he had forcibly removed four years ago.
Pram grabbed back his phone, swiping the screen to contact his wife's beloved assistant.
Right on the third ring, Sam's loudest voice was heard from across.
“Sam, where's your Nyonya?” ask Pram.
“Ma-sorry Sir, I just follow the will of Non Kailla,” said Sam began to fear. Just hearing the tone of voice, Sam knew that his master was angry.
“Send the location, I'll be there now. Hold your employer not to come home soon!” pram's orders.
“Ba-good Sir,” says Sam staggered.
“Don't let him know, I'll be there. I'll give him a surprise!” pram continued, closing the call unilaterally.
Apparently Pram opened the door of his study, his face is not friendly at this time. As soon as it came out, the sound of Stella's heels regularly knocking on the office floor, echoing along the corridor.
“Si-day Sir,” Stella stammered, greeting her President who was standing right in front of her desk.
From the look alone, Stella can guess, surely the mood of her boss is not okay. And the only person in charge, making this rigid superior violate the principles of work and professionalism, nothing else but the wife.
Wife and daughter of the owner of the company, troublemaker and chaos whose name has become a conversation in the RD Group even since he was born.
“Ste, have Dave continue the meeting, I have a business out for a while,” the order, while stepping rough towards the elevator. Not giving Stella a chance to ask further.
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To be continued
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