Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
Miranda Plan

During the honeymoon, the responsibility of V Pramono Group was taken over by Jonathan as the owner and largest shareholder in the company. The middle-aged man who still looked energetic at his age who was no longer twilight was so eager to carry out his responsibilities as a leader. Assisted by Ibrahim, he did his job well.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jonathan. In front is Madam Miranda and asks permission to see you." Ibrahim's heavy voice paused Jonathan's activities from the monitor screen in front of him.

He looked sharply at Ibrahim. The man's gaze showed his dislike for the report delivered by the prince's personal assistant.

"Why don't you ask my wife to come into the room? Why did you let Miranda wait so long out there?" jonathan said with a cynical tone.

Jonathan disliked the woman who had given him a son to be troubled by Ibrahim. Moreover, Miranda's condition still has not improved so he is very worried about the state of his beloved wife if waiting for him too long outside.

He bowed his head, feeling guilty for not immediately allowing Miranda into the room. "I'm sorry, sir. Earlier I thought you were busy so ask Madame Miranda to wait for a while outside."

Jonathan lifted his hand into the air, interrupting Ibrahim's words. "Please Miranda go inside. Oh yeah, next time my wife comes here again don't make it difficult! Open the door immediately and ask him to come into this room. Understood?"

Ibrahim quickly replied, "Understand, Sir. Then excuse me first."

Jonathan rose from the throne owned by Xander who he used to sit often during his time as CEO of the company. He walked to welcome his beloved wife. The originally irritated face slowly published a sweet smile on his lips.

"Why don't you go straight into the room, anyway, honey? Why ask Ibrahim for permission? You're my wife, the owner of this company, so don't be too formal to see me." Jonathan cupped Miranda's face, looking at the beauty of a pair of brown irises in front of him.

Miranda raised the corner of her lips upwards to form an arc resembling an arrow. He touched the back of the husband who was still cupping his face.

"I know, but it's weird to suddenly walk into this room without asking permission. What if when I come in, you're busy with your work? Doesn't my presence just interfere with your concentration, Pa?"

Jonathan was upset to hear it. "Disturb what? Your presence encourages me. Do you remember how excited I was when this company first started? It's all because you're by my side, Miranda. There you are, my dear. So stop talking nonsense like that."

Miranda chuckled at hearing that. "Yes, yeah. Next time I'll go into the room without needing to ask Laura or Ibrahim for permission."

Anxiously Jonathan pinched the tip of Miranda's nose until the woman complained. "This is my wife's name."

Jonathan glanced at the female nurse standing behind Miranda's wheelchair. "Sus, you can leave this room for a while. I want to talk to Miranda with four eyes."

Sister Nabila who was entrusted to take care of Miranda nodded obediently. "Good, Sir."

After Nabila's death, Jonathan took over the nurse's duties, pushing Miranda's wheelchair closer to the sofa in the corner of the room. Sit next to his wife, then pour water on her.

"How was your therapy, smoothly? I hope there is progress after several therapy sessions" Jonathan said, hoping Miranda could walk back to her normal state.

Jonathan took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Exploring why Miranda's face turned moody from before.

"Patience, maybe God still wants to know to what extent your patience. I'm sure one day you can walk again as before." Jonathan encouraged his wife not to despair easily.

Miranda placed the clear glass onto the long table made of glass. Almost forgot the purpose of his arrival to Jonathan's company.

"Oh yeah, Pa, I came here on purpose because I wanted to discuss something important with you." The originally moody face turned serious.

American bloody man scrunched his forehead. "Speak what, Ma? Why not just wait for me at home if there is something important to discuss. How come you bother to come to the office all."

"Waiting you home from work, I forgot what I had, Pa. Therefore, I asked Mr. driver and Nabila Sister to drive me here while remembering the important things that I wanted to tell you."

"Look, Pa. My relationship with Amanda and Abraham slowly began to improve, we have forgiven each other. Well, I'm planning on getting Abraham back to work at this company, occupying a position he's been long behind for the past seven years because after all, my nephew has rights to this company too."

"My brother-in-law has a few percent stake in this company so it would be nice to ask Abraham back to work instead of him taking care of someone else's company, why not just take care of this company. I'm sure Abraham and Xander's cohesiveness will further advance this company."

Miranda glanced at her husband. "What do you think? My idea was good, wasn't it?"

"Good idea." Jonathan answered quickly. "I had actually been thinking about this matter two or three days ago, when I reoccupied the position that Xander had left for a while. Papa wanted to discuss it with you, but because of the many affairs I forgot to tell you."

Miranda heard it. "So, you agreed to pull Abraham back?"

"of course. Abraham was smart, not inferior to our son. If they are united, then the glory will be achieved by my company."

Miranda clapped her hand so hard that a loud sound echoed in the room. "Yeah, you're right, Pa! Well, if you agree, tonight I'll go visit Amanda at her house. It's been two days since Xander went on his honeymoon, we haven't seen each other. I ... miss him."

Jonathan laughed, his stomach was amused to see Miranda's current facial expression. His wife was like a longing for the presence of the lover, the adoration of the heart.

"Yes, yes, go visit your sister and nephew. I'll accompany you to meet them. We'll have them dinner outside, how about it?"

Miranda nodded in agreement. He had not had dinner with his brother and two nephews for a long time. Meeting later tonight can be used as a family reunion after seven years apart.

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