My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Emergencies

Freya lay on the bed, facing the ceiling of the room while smiling as bright as a sunflower.

His body felt extremely light, like it was hovering above a rapidly changing cloud.

Soon the clouds turned into the face of an angry Mr. Pram. A moment later changed into the face of Mr. Pram who was serious. Next became the face of Mr. Pram who was wearing glasses, looking very cute and seductive.

Those faces made Freya almost melt. He sighed and pressed his chest with both hands.

Heart, you are no longer helped.

On the side of the bed, Lisa looks at Freya's behavior in a panic. His anxiety increased sharply in just an hour.

Earlier, during the trip home, he tried half-dead so that Freya did not babble strangely in front of Pak Bayu and Pak Bos. Fortunately Freya was still quite conscious and was able to follow her talk when she discussed the work plan at the Maple Cafe.

However, fifteen minutes after entering the room, Freya just lay down and stared at the ceiling with such an expression, leaving Lisa completely terrified right now.

Lisa's phone suddenly rang, leaving her shocked to death for taking Freya seriously.

He took his phone from the bag and checked it.

It turned out that Mr. Bayu sent a message.

[How is he doing?]

Lisa turned towards Freya with a frowning forehead.

How's things going?

Should he tell Mr Bayu if Freya is currently looking at the ceiling of the room like he is in love with the ceiling and the lights are brightly lit?

Lisa typed in a reply message while scolding the deputy CEO.

[It looks like he's really drunk. What did you ask waitress to give him? Www*ba?]

In the next room, Bayu who read the message from Lisa quietly stepped aside to the toilet before replying. Pramudya had been looking for him since, but he dared to confess.

He simply told the waitress to tell the bartender that Freya needed something that could make her feel relaxed and have fun. Who would have thought the end result would be like this?

If he knew this, he would not dare to mess around either.

Pramudya had almost strangled him out of annoyance.

[I don't know either. Is the situation very bad?]

Lisa rolled her eyes after reading the reply. Can daydreaming while staring at the ceiling of a room be categorized as severe? He also does not know how far the normal limits of people who are fly.

[If anything happens, you are responsible!]

[I'm not asking you to give Freya a weird love!]

After replying to Mr. Bayu's message, Lisa again observed the behavior of her friend who was still lying straight on the mattress.

Freya rolled over on the bed without answering her call.

Lisa sits on the edge of the bed and pokes Freya's arm.

“Freya,” call him once again.

“Hm?” Freya looked at him in a daze. Why did the cloud with Mr. Pram's face turn into Lisa's?

“You okay? Need to see a doctor?” ask Lisa.

“Lisa ...” Freya's eyes suddenly glazed over.

After the shadow of Mr. Pram's face disappeared, the contents of his head suddenly leaped from one thing to another, making him very emotional and unable to hold back.

Lisa's panicking. He jumped up and sat down next to Freya.

“What's up? Don't scare me. Which one hurts?” cecar Lisa helps Freya to sit leaning on the headboard.

However, before leaning well, Freya's body slumped back down. Lisa held him and propped him up on the shoulder. He patted Freya's arm gently to calm her down.

“Lisa ... Why don't I have parents? Why did they leave me without saying anything? Am I a bastard? Child out of wedlock? They feel so embarrassed that they just dumped me?” The pain that so pierced Freya's heart.

As a child, being laughed at and made fun of as an unwanted child by parents had broken Freya's heart. But he never talked about this issue with anyone, including Yoga.

Freya's sudden complaint left Lisa not knowing what to respond to. Although life is simple and mediocre, he still feels the love of parents. Well, although his mother did not live long and his father is now sickly, but his childhood was full of attention and affection for his parents.

“Lisa ... My heart hurts so much .. I don't know how to ... Our status difference is so far away. I'm nobody .. she's like a star I can't reach ... I have to..”

Lisa was silent again. This change in the subject made his brain slightly distorted. Is Freya talking about Boss now?

“He who? You mean Mr Pram?” ask him carefully.

Freya's face looked like she was laughing, but also like she was crying. Just who else did he mean besides that fierce and obnoxious Old Uncle?

“My heart is pounding whenever it is near her, Lisa. My stomach was shaking like someone was stirring it from inside. Why do you think that's the case? Is it because he's so annoying? Or because he's so handsome?”

Lisa quietly reached out and grabbed her phone on the table. There was a new message from Mr. Bayu, but he ignored it and typed a new message.

[Emergency! Hurry up and get the Boss to come!]

The problem of expressing heart contents like this, is only suitable if discussed directly with the person concerned. It's not a good matchmaker. Nor can people give advice and input properly.

Lisa withdraws from Freya's limp body. He helped his friend lean on a pillow, then hurriedly escaped from the room.

I'm sorry, Freya. It's for your own good. I hope you and Mr. Boss are truly united forever.

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