I'm my Boss' Contract Wife
I'm my boss's contract wife eps 18

I sat there in the cafe, just the silence we felt. I glanced at Mr. Ardi he was looking for the file he was carrying.

And Rio was just tinkering at his phone.

"Is there any other way to arrest uncle" I asked the two of them.

Mr. Ardi shook his head not knowing what to do.

"What can I propose" Rio said as he put his phone into the pocket of a shirt.

"Please" answered.

"How about we report him on the charge of falsifying the company's certificate, because the real one is in our hands, so we're easier to get the case into the legal pipeline" Rio said.

I don't think Rio's advice is bad, but it's really good.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the police station" I told them.

They nodded in agreement.

Since it was late at night, I rented the hotel to Mr. Ardi and Rio, however they would help with this matter, so I have to win not to make them comfortable with the attitude and the place I give.

Tonight I lay on the bed, looking up at the sky of the hotel.

Really for this time I miss Nita so much, 2 months is enough time to make me fall into the abyss of longing.

This morning I woke up in high spirits, I hope this plan goes smoothly without any obstacles.

I'm ready to go to the police station.

Without waiting for long I knocked on the door of Ardi and Rio's hotel room.

It's a good thing they're up and ready, so I don't have to wait long to get them ready.

I ordered a taxi online, so if I don't have a car, go anywhere it's difficult because I have to rely on others.

We got into the car that said Gocar.

We finally arrived at the police station.

Long time we wait finally arrived also our turn to file this case.

"There's something I can help you with" said a police officer who sat opposite us.

"We want to file a case of forgery of the company's ownership papers" Rio said.

"I can see the letter" the policeman asked.

Mr. Ardi submitted a map containing file files to create a report.

"Okay then I will process this case and ask for an explanation from Mr. Rama and the company Rama Wijaya" said the police.

"Thank you" I told the police.

The three of us went to a restaurant that is quite famous, even the visitors never stop coming there.

We sat at a table close to a wide window.

We ordered food and drinks to prop up the stomach from earlier rumbling. I looked outwards at the many people walking in the scorching sun.

They don't really feel uncomfortable with the heat of the sun.

I opened my laptop and there was a serious problem in the office.

Without waiting for long I called Rudi.

\[What's up Rud, is there a problem in the office\] my girlfriend when the phone call is connected.

\[Yes sir about goods that do not meet the wishes of consumers\] said from there.

I let out a sigh of anger, not even one problem has been solved there is a new problem again.

\[Call the warehouse stap to meet the needs of consumers\] I told Rudi while still on the phone.

I quickly turned off the phone.

I eat my food unsettled, even though the problem is trivial but still if the client cancels the contract, my company must have suffered a big loss.

This afternoon I went back to the hotel, looking for the files I needed.

'Meet too' murmured me.

I opened a sheet containing sales last month.

I'm still reading carefully, because I missed even a little bit I will definitely not find the location of the error.

Finally I found also the location of the error, it turns out that when I went to Semarang there were lost items and a total of quite a lot.

For fear that I was mistaken I asked Zahra to send data again via email.

I opened it and looked at it carefully but the result remained the same, the item missing almost a pick up.

I think this makes my head break.

"Argghhhh" I shouted in frustration thinking about all this.

I called the warehouse to ask where the goods were shipped.

[Hallo sir there's something I can help you with] said Dika stap warehouse in my office.

[Send data three months ago] I ordered it to him.

I saw the data sent by Dika, I likened it to the data sent by Zahra.

I looked for a long time where it was wrong so I had to read it many times.

Until I found out there was an item sent but no destination address.

There was a delivery of two pick-up cars that had no destination address.

'What because of this the stock of goods in my office is exhausted' my murmur.

I took another cell phone and called Dika again.

[Dik please explain this where the two pickups were sent but without the destination address] cecarku directly when Dika picked up the phone.

[Sorry sir, if that is not known, all shipments arranged by Zahra and Rudi] he replied.

I had expected that from the beginning I was already suspicious of Zahra. But if Rudi I'm not sure if he did it.

But I can't be rash about taking this step, it could be someone else doing it.

For the time being I've had this detrimental job, I need to refocus on thinking about my uncle and the company.

I met Mr. Ardi and Rio in his room.

"Do the police accept our case and how it goes" I asked them.

"There is no news sir, it may still be in process" Rio said.

I'm still daydreaming about all this, my office problems and uncle's company problems.

Drttt... Drttt....

The message went to Rio's phone.

"The police officer is asking us to his office right now" Rio said with a cold exfression.

I and Rio's hurrying off to the police station. Because Mr. Ardi has a sudden need so can not go together.

Arriving at the police station I saw my uncle with his lawyer being questioned about the case.

"So you're the one who took this case to the streets of the law" my uncle shouted at me.

"Yes because uncle is too greedy" I said.

The lawyer whispered to the uncle, so that the uncle did not talk much anymore.

"Sir Typhoon please sit down" said the police officer inviting me to sit down.

"May I see the certificate" asked the policeman.

I immediately gave the certificate to the police and the same uncle was asked for a certificate by the police.

Silence is all we feel, the police are still reading the certificate carefully.

"So, sir, I saw something wrong in Mr. Rama's certificate" the policeman said with eyes still staring at the paper.

"Wrongly how sir is clear is genuine" protested uncle.

I just smiled to see it, though,

'It turns out uncle isn't as smart as I imagined' my inner self.

"It must have manipulated my letter" the uncle protested again.

"Sorry sir, in my letter there are no fingerprints from Mr. Arya and in the letter belonging to Mr. Typhoon there and complete" explained the police.

"It's clear that it's the original letter sir" said the uncle's lawyer.

"Can't you tell the difference between real and fake" the policeman said.

"We are very forced to imprison Mr. Rama because of the falsification of ownership papers" the police said.

Uncle's face turned into fear, who had dared to fight now only bowed before the policeman.

"How many years if the killer is in jail" I asked the cop.

"About the 20-year-old sir" replied the policeman.

I glanced at uncle, uncle's face getting worse.

"Jail him 20 years for murder" I said, trying to calm down.

"What father means" asked the uncle's lawyer.

"Yes because he killed Papah" I said firmly.

"Where is the evidence that Mr. Rama is a murderer" the lawyer asked as if mocking me.

"I testified, police officer" said a stranger in my ear.

Who her???