Poor Wife President
DEWHEELING VOICE

Pras who had originally sat waiting quietly, was now like a worm doused with salt water. The person who had just met him sat down before him calmly and looked at Pras lekat.

A moment later the man smiled kindly at Pras, making Pras astonished.

"Master, Pras?" Ask the man.

"Yes. Wh-who are you?" Tanya Pras who was still in a feeling of misgivings.

"Include me, I'm Eson, Mrs Dewun's attorney." Eson introduced himself.

Pras smiling. The cold sweat had turned warm. His body that had been trembling turned back to calm. But Pras did not accept Eson's hand. Because he thought, that he was also the Master of Eson, so that he could boast in front of the middle-aged man.

With a high degree of confidence, without a stale base he immediately asked, "So, am I allowed to go out now?" He asked who could boast of himself. Previously, it was still like the chicks had entered****, ckck.

"out?" Eson repeated Pras' words. Then, he smiled contemptuously as he understood why Pras asked like that.

Ah, I know! She must have thought I came here because she wanted to free her? It's not that easy, Pras. He doesn't know that Madame Dewun is the one making the demands for him.

"Sorry, Mr. Pras. Looks like there's a misunderstanding we need to resolve first." Eson is ready to explain everything.

"no need. Just get me out of here. I know Dew is a good boy." His rebuff was fast still with an arrogant face.

Outside, Dewun, Bara and Rena were waiting in the waiting chair. They're still waiting for Eson to finish everything. But, Dew felt impatient. He wanted to demand an explanation directly from Pras, an explanation that could make him satisfied.

"Bara, I want to see him in person." Dew said while holding Bara's hand.

"That's it, just be patient for a second. Let Eson finish it." Answer Bara who does not allow Dewun to meet with Pras directly. Afraid of the old man who was the father of the Dew was back to do things beyond their expectations.

"Bara, I want to see him." Kekeh Dewun which makes Bara can not do anything else

"alright. If anything happens, just call me. I'll wait for you outside." Bara Saying.

Dewun immediately contacted Eson to ask to be met with his father.

CRINGING CRINGING

Eson's cell phone is ringing. He saw, it turned out that Dew contacted him. He immediately got up from his seat and received the call from his Master. Pras watched her from a distance while smiling.

That child is indeed very filial, I have already harmed him to the point of almost taking his life, he will still get me out of this cold house.

Eson was seen nodding his head several times before he closed the call and sat back in front of Pras who had now thrown his gaze in the other direction.

"Mr Pras, Mrs Dewun wants to see you." Eson Exclamations.

"Hem!" Pras only answered with his dehem.

Shortly after that, Dewun came alone. Pras immediately stood up and wanted to hug Dewun. But, Dew immediately raised his hand which hinted he did not receive a hug from Pras, and asked Pras not to approach him.

Still hugging her Son warmly. People who do not know will definitely think that they are a pair of fathers and sons who are very well together!

Pras saw, there was something different from Dewun. Usually every time he met his father, he would always look for objects of conversation in order to talk to his father even though his father never cared. His eyes were always emitting gentleness, this time highlighting the aura of deep hatred. Usually, the lips of Dew always singed a smile, but at this time, his face was only flat and firm.

"Eson, did you tell him, what was the reason we came here?" Dew said to Eson without seeing his interlocutor.

"Not yet, Madam." Java Eson respect.

"Tell him immediately!" Dew Order.

How to speak Dewun makes Pras gaped. Why different? Shouldn't the Dew come and embrace her. Crying and asking Pras to be patient, because Dew will immediately remove him from the cold house? But, why was it different from the one he had assembled in his mind?

JEDARRS

Pras stiffened, his body like it was struck by lightning. He immediately looked at the Dew with a ferocious look. Feeling unacceptable with the treatment of his own son who could imprison him.

"We came to see you because the officer told us, You asked to meet with the plaintiff." Imbuh Eson, who did not change Pras' gaze on his daughter. Even the gaze was getting stern. However, the one who was stared at did not feel the slightest trepidation.

"Why did you do it? Where's your conscience?" Pras asked with a shout. He seemed to have forgotten all his mistakes, which was the reason why he was there now.

The dew is silent. Clenching his lips together. There was not the slightest intention to answer the question that was considered strange.

"Grab! Why did you imprison me? Are you hurt because I don't care about you? Because I always ask you for money? Isn't that your job, to give me money. What's more since you married into a rich family. So what's wrong?" Pekik Pras did not accept. He explained the reason for his cliche. Covering up the real reason, because he thought that Dew would not know the actual depraved deeds he had done.

The dew closed his eyes. From earlier he tried to care for his hearing so as not to be affected with the anger that had rumbled in his heart. But, the more he cared about his hearing, the greater Pras' defense voice pierced his eardrum. Makes him unable to stand every word of defense spoken by Pras. As if, all his mistakes must be understandable.

"Eson, you just wait outside. I want to talk to him for a minute." Dew Sela.

"But, Mistress. Mr. Bara asked me to always be by your side." Eson Sahut.

"Eson, wait outside!" Let's get the Dew again.

"Okay, Madam." Eson bowed his body and passed out.

Bara, who had been outside, was surprised to see Eson come out, but did not see his wife.

"Eson, why did you come out on your own? Where is it, Orange?" Ask Bara.

"Mrs Dew asked me out, sir." Answer Eson. Just silent, he tried to understand why the dew asked Eson to wait outside. He also tried to be calm, because he had already told Dewun, if something happened to him Dewun would definitely shout his name.

"Dad...?" Call Dew.

"What's? You're sorry now? And want to get me out? It's not too late for you to apologize and give me money." He still thinks about money, money and money.

"Do you remember how hard you pressed the gas pedal when it hit me, but it hit Bara?" The Dew made Pras silent without twitching.

"Do you not know, there are two other lives growing in my stomach. And you can call them, grandchildren!" Its effects.

"Grow up, what are you saying?" Pras is still evasive by pretending not to understand.

"Oh!" The dew took in a deep breath while holding back the tears that had already engulfed

"I know, you don't not know. But, pretend to forget about our relationship because of blinded money. That long, huh? That's what you hate about me, Dad!" Continued Dew who tried all-out to withstand the turmoil in his chest so as not to let out a high note on his father.

"Grow up, I didn't mean that! Unplug your demands, Dew." Pekik Pras who refused to give up.

"After you do that, don't you intend to apologize to me? This child you always wasted. Is, a father's apology very expensive?"

"I never hated you because you abandoned me as a child. I'm grateful you're still accepting me in that warm house. Even though you never stretched out your hand to rub my head, covered me when I was cold. I've never been mad at you, Dad." Dew Speak Slowly.

"However, this time I was really disappointed with your attitude, Dad. You hurt me and my two children who have never even felt the warmth of my hand, have never seen my face. In fact, it has never been present between us. Would it be, if I were the one who got hurt and disappeared from your life, would you be happy? You're gonna be satisfied, Dad?" Lirih Dewun, Pras' heart was so swept away to hear the inner voice of his Son who had always looked strong and strong. But, this time he felt the fragility in every word.

"No, Dew. That's not Dad's wish." Pras held onto his chest which felt tight and sick.

"Then, whose wish?" Ask Dew.

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