The President's Wife

Chapter 76: Calculating Wrinkles

“Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.” Matt started reading, starting with his name.

“Age 24 years. The daughter of Riadi Dirgantara, owner of RD Group, one of the largest property and real estate developers in Jakarta. It has three subsidiaries, PT. RD Jakarta, PT. RD Bandung and PT. Kailla Riadi Aerospace.” Matt read what was written on the paper.

Pause for a moment, seen Matt sigh before continuing. The master was lying on his massage couch, enjoying a freshly filled glass of wine. Closing his eyes, listening to the assistant narrate the life history of the girl who had the most beautiful smile.

“His mother Rania Sari, died in a traffic accident, that's when Kailla was born.” Matt was speechless, not daring to read the next news.

“Next!” ditya's orders, as his assistant's voice disappears.

“Sorry Boss, her mother. a. worker. sorry the famous comfort woman of her time, Rania Sari.” Matt was forced to refine his language, to make it more pleasant to hear.

“Next!” Ditya like not bothered with the history of the descendants of Kailla. Suddenly, he interrupted back.

“How can you get information about his mother. Close all access. I don't want everyone to know his mother's work history, including the people Halim Group.” Ditya orders. Matt nodded, quite understanding of its intent and purpose. Her boss doesn't want her girl to look bad in the eyes of her family.

Ditya is not a random person, he is the son of one of the richest people. From birth he already knew clearly, with whom he could get along, with whom he could not get along. Who he could marry. The rules are not written, but Ditya already understands the rules of the game. There was no matchmaking in her family, but she knew with what kind of girl she could say her sacred promise. What kind of girl deserves to go into the big family of Halim Hadinata.

“It's been in a coma since 3.5 years ago.” Matt resumed his information.

“Search for any information about the hospital, including who the owner is. If possible I'll take over. If not, you can buy some shares or invest there. At least I can have the power to do something.” command Ditya again.

Matt's surprised.

“Under Halim Group's flag?” ask Matt to make sure.

Yggw!!!

Ditya threw the crystal glass that had just been gulped out of its contents. Upset at hearing Matt's question that is not weighted alias not quality.

“Use my personal money. If there's a shortage of money, ask my assistant in London. My efforts there still yield!” namel Ditya.

“Do not until daddy knows. I dizzy to answer all his questions,” continued Ditya back.

“After successfully mastering the hospital, find the best doctor, from within or abroad to deal with Riadi.”

Matt is back. Seen flipping through dozens of sheets of paper in his hand for the sake of clearly seeing the girl who was considered his superior.

“Custom only. Why is the boss crazy about him. Who approached the Boss even had her beauty many times over from this, Matt's inner”.

“Next! Don't ask me why I like it. Heart problems no one knows. Even I myself cannot answer. If you are still curious, meet God, ask him,” said Ditya, ready to wait for the next information.

“Sorry Boss, I don't want to die yet,” said Matt, speechless.

“Never dated. Since childhood his life is surrounded by bodyguards,” continued Matt, venturing a smile amid the seriousness of his superiors.

“Fate with you Boss!” chirps, chuckles,

“Next!” pinta Ditya's.

“Ever has been kidnapped twice. The last one 3.5 years ago culminated with a miscarriage.” Matt hesitated when reading the word miscarriage.

“Miscarriage?” Matt repeated, as if he could not believe the words on the paper.

Dita was no less surprised. He snatched the paper from his assistant's hand. Can't wait for his assistant to read. Looks like the handsome man turned the paper back, reading with kamit kamat lips.

His heart nearly dislodged as his eyes caught the information about Kailla's status.

“Married to Reynaldi Pratama,” read it over and over again. As if his eyes were wrong.

“Matt, ten minutes. Bring us all the information about Reynaldi Pratama. Find out how Kaillaku got married to her. Quick!!” Ditya gave the order with a face looking annoyed.

***

The black sedan car had already split the streets of the capital. With the faithful Bayu behind the wheel, bring both of his masters back to their residence. Today Pram chose to go home, and not return to the office. Ibu Citra herself went home with Sam and Ibu Ida.

“Kai, tell me. What happened in the room before I came. She touched you?” ask Pram. Her feelings were not calm, she should not have let Kailla to the hospital.

“No. Nothing happened.”

“Honest to me. I won't scold you. Tell me, what she said,” pinta Pram, pulling Kailla's body leaning against her chest as usual.

“You were smart to lie to me,” said Pram suddenly, banging his forehead on the wife's forehead.

“I don't.”

The cup! A light kiss landed on Kailla's lips. Cut off the words of Kailla who tried to refute her husband's statement.

“What does he want from you?” pram asked again, his eyes were fixed on the scarf inside the shopping bag placed beside him.

“I know everything, Honey. Stop lying to me. Tell me what I want to know. I want to hear it straight from your lips. I'm waiting for you to tell me now.” Pram took out the jewelry box he had taken from Sam earlier.

He had eavesdropped on all of Kailla's conversations with her mother, even taking the diamond ring that Ditya gave her from Sam's hands. As well as forcing Sam and Mother Ida to open her mouth and tell her many things that she did not know. Not free, Pram chose Mother Ida anyway to take care of her mother. At least it can be an eye for him while he works.

Kailla was aghast, when the velvet jewelry box appeared in her husband's hands. With his leisure, Pram opened the contents right in front of his wife.

“Wow.. beautiful isn't it?” whispered. Show it to the wife.

“Take a good look, because soon I will throw back to the owner!” pram continued, closing the jewelry box and throwing it into the shopping bag. Joined his mother's favorite scarf.

“Darling, don't get angry again. You already know everything right,” coaxed Kailla, rubbed her husband's jaw gently, tracing with her fingers.

“Do not lure me, Kai!” Pram stared hard.

“Already, don't be angry anymore huh. Let me count your wrinkles not increasing. Come smile,” Kayu Kailla.

“Why should I smile, huh?” pram asked in wonder, looking at the pretty face that was intent on teasing him.

I can only count the wrinkles on your face if you smile. If stiff like this looks tight, darling,” persuade Kailla, brain twisting. Looking for a way for Pram to forget his anger, as the in-laws suggested.

“Jeez Kailla! Tell me, where did you put your brain? We will take it now,” Pram said suddenly, tightening the winding on his wife's waist, deliberately making Kailla's body more attached to him.

“You mean I'm stupid?” tanyanya pouting.

“I feel sorry for mama, she does not know everything she was taught in the slightest did not enter the brain of her daughter-in-law.” Pram chirped. Banging temple Kailla.

“Aduh!”kailla exclaimed, wiping the area that her husband had just touched.

“Bay, we're going to the hotel now!” his orders to Bayu. The man had since smiled to himself eavesdropping on the conversation of his rear-seat passengers. Occasionally peek at the couple who were hugging it from the rearview mirror.

“Hah?! What to do in hotel?” ask Kailla wonder. Raising his eyes on the smiling husband. A smile as usual.

“The man will forget his anger and give up while in bed. Didn't your in-laws teach you. So show me where you absorbed the knowledge that my mama just taught you,” Pram explained smiling back.

His hand pulled out his phone and swiped the screen, looking for his contact number. After making sure, immediately connect it with Ibu Citra. Pram deliberately turned on the speaker so his wife could hear their conversation.

“Iya Pram,” Mother Citra's loud voice sounded from across.

“Ma, someone wants your daughter-in-law to ask. Last time mom seemed to have forgotten to tell him,” said Pram. The grin again appeared on her lips, making Kailla shudder in horror.

“What's up?” ask Mother Citra. His tone sounded astonished. He's still on his way home.

“Mama asked Kailla to make me give up on the bed. Mama remembers it. But baby, my wife is too innocent to understand what she means. Please explain to him what he should do to temper my anger now,” explained Pram casually.

“Mama don't dodge, I heard myself just outside the room. Mom taught her a lot.”

Kailla is silent a thousand languages. His condition is now like a suspect being caught at the scene of a crime. Ibu Citra also felt the same way, swallowed saliva and began to fall asleep, his conspiracy with the son-in-law revealed already.

“You guys want advice. There are no good hotels. Your daughter-in-law needs to quell her anger and make her husband give up on the bed,” Pram said.

Tut.. Citra's mother decided her call was one-sided.

“Darling, it looks like mom can't help you right now. You better use your own intelligence,” said Pram.

***

Love You all

To be Continued

Sorry late up.

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