My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Mourned

Grandfather's funeral was held that same day, at exactly four in the afternoon at the family funeral. Freya wore a long-sleeved black canal, leaning on Pramudya's arm which also wore an all-black suit. The two stood near the burrow, watching as the chest slowly lowered into the ground.

Ruth thrusts a basket of potpourri to Freya.

“Mistress,” scolds Ruth when she sees Freya just standing by.

Freya had fainted twice, making everyone anxious, especially Mr. Pram. Ruth was worried that the master would faint again when the Great Lord was buried, which is why he stood and stood guard nearby.

Freya blinked in a daze. A wide-framed pair of glasses covered his red and haphazard eyes. He did not stop crying from morning until his eyes looked like walnuts. He still did not expect that he was standing at Grandpa's funeral.

Imagining that he will never be able to meet again with Grandpa makes Freya's tears come back like rain. His trembling hands scooped a handful of flowers, then threw them on top of the chest that was already in the ground.

“Kakek ...” Freya called out very sadly.

When will we meet again?

Who will defend me?

Who will love me?

Freya frowned and shrank her tears many times.

Pramudya tightened his embrace, pulling his wife's body to lean against his chest. He is not good at persuading women who are crying. Especially at this time his own heart was crumbling softly. He grazed the flowers from the basket proffered by Ruth, then sprinkled them on top of the crate.

Officers began to pile the soil into the tomb. Little by little the red and wet ground covered the surface of the chest, rising level by level until the white chest was no longer visible.

Freya. He gripped Pramudya's arm tightly so as not to lose consciousness. The pain that was so painful to his neck and head as it tried to hold back the crying.

He is not willing. Really can't afford.

One row behind Freya, Lisa and Bayu stood side by side. When news of the death of the Old Man, Bayu immediately drove to pick up Lisa, then they together went to Pramudya's house.

Lisa accompanies the shaken and shocked Freya, trying to comfort her to not be too sad, but all in vain. Freya would not listen to anyone. He sat there crying and crying in silence. Lisa can only continue to accompany and accompany Freya by her side with Ruth.

Meanwhile, Bayu accompanies Pramudya to take care of everything needed for the burial procession, from contacting the tomb guards to searching for the coffin. He contacted all his connections so that Pramudya's grandfather's funeral was not hampered.

According to the doctor who was called to examine the body of the Old Man, the man died due to age. There are no suspicious signs. The old man died peacefully in his sleep.

The red soil eventually forms a mound that looks like a small hill. Freya and Pramudya sprinkled strands of flowers once again, accompanied by the best prayers for their loved ones who had just left.

Freya bit her lips to avoid sobbing back. The words of the Old Man last night who asked him to look after and accompany Pramudya, were they parting words? The old man must have felt that his task was done, and so he left peacefully.

“Grandfather, don't worry. I will take good care of Pramudya. Now Grandpa can rest in peace. Grandpa's grandson, I will look after and accompany him for life, ” Freya muttered on top of the still-wet navel.

Pramudya clasped Freya's hand tightly.

Grandfather, thank you for choosing this angel to accompany me. In the hard days, I finally had a place to go home, a house to return to, someone who would accompany me through the rain and storms.

“Kakek, good-bye.”

The deep and raucous voice made Freya and Pramudya turn at the same time. On their right side, Tommy was wearing a dark suit and sunglasses, standing with a handful of potpourri in his hand.

Tommy spread the flower over the navel, then lowered his head and chanted a prayer.

Shortly thereafter, Tari appeared out of nowhere while crying sobbing that it attracted the attention of mourners who were mostly business associates of Old Man.

“Daddy, why did Dad leave us so quickly? Now who will give advice and be a mediator if there is a problem?” Dance blabbed, then cried sobbing again. Out of nowhere came those enormous tears, when there was clearly no expression of sadness at all on his face.

Pramudya too lazy to serve the mother and child. He led Freya out of her way a little backwards, as if she were avoiding a deadly plague.

The movement did not escape the attention of the mourners. They do not know the dispute between the heirs of Antasena Group. The illegitimate child who became the eldest brother always tried to overthrow and seize the inheritance of the original child of the Antasena Family. Of course everyone knows it, but always pretend to close their eyes. They do not want to be too dizzy as long as it does not affect cooperation with Antasena Group.

Dance down on the headstone. A round hemp hat covered his face filled with a sly grin. No one heard him whispering softly.

“Old Sister, now there is nothing to protect your precious grandson. I will smash it to pieces and make you unable to rest in peace.”

When he stood up, his facial water had completely changed. He cried so loudly, as if the one who died was his real father.

“Get rid of the woman,” said Pramudya annoyed. So distracting.

Four burly men immediately came forward and prepared to drag Dari away, but Tommy blocked them and apologized to everyone before taking his mother away.

“Let go of me!” hiss Tari after they were quite far from the burial site. He clenched his hand so hard that Tommy's check came off.

“Mother, I told you not to make trouble. Why Iu—“

“Shut! You know what?” Dance cheated. Everything he does has a purpose.

Tommy could only shut up and endure all the grievances in his heart. The one who died was his grandfather, they shared the same bloodline. But this woman in front of him was the one who gave birth to him.

He feels very dilemma.

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