My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Fighht

One of the women walked forward down the hall with a saddle motion like a model. Her blond hair was waist-deep, shiny and wavy. His lips were full of curls with a full smile when he arrived in front of Freya.

“Sorry ...”

The glass of drink in his hand was lifted, then tilted until the rest of the contents spilled onto the floor, splashing into the legs and tip of Freya's pants.

“Oops, not sorry ..” he added, then laughed out loud with the three women standing behind him. One of the cutest of them was holding a cell phone and pointing it at Freya and Lisa.

The incident caught the attention of people who were passing by, but nothing seemed to come to the aid of Lisa and Freya.

“Job! What the fuck are you?” lisa's full of emotion.

“Pe la cur who is self-sufficient to be able to study here, do not be pretentious! Disgust, you know? Basic sam pah!” said the blonde while staring cynically.

“What did you say?!” Lisa had almost jumped forward, but once again Freya held her back.

“Who is ja lang? Looks like you guys misunderstood because—” asked Freya.

“Still on again! Yes, you both are! Don't know yourself! Get off this campus! Just ngotorin!” cut one from behind. His eyes glared while pointing his fingers forward.

The other one with bob's hair cut showed his phone towards Freya.

“See! Tuh, what are you both getting the same om-om kayak that is if no longer ngel*nte, huh?” he shouted out loud.

The people who came to watch more and more.

Freya gasped when she saw a picture of herself and almost fell asleep and leaned on Mr. Pram's shoulder while at the airport. He took a long breath. Looks like someone has already incited these women. Most likely was a man of Dance, Tommy, or Carissa. He was very sure there was no way Yoga would do this kind of cunning and cheap trick.

“Come, go.” Freya pulls Lisa's hand and takes her away from the place. Free explains. He does not want Mr. Pram to be involved in this kind of problem. It would ruin her husband's self-image.

Lisa denied, “Ta .. but they—“

“Do not respond. We report it.” Freya intended to report the matter to the Dean, or whatever the procedure would be, she would follow it according to the rules, which obviously she would not use violence. At least he can't attack first.

“Heh! Where to go, Ja lang!”

A loud cry came from behind, but Freya ignored it completely. He kept pulling Lisa's hand to get away from the place.

However, suddenly his body jerked backwards accompanied by pain that stung his scalp. Someone just pulled her hair hard.

Freya held her breath and turned around quickly. Both of his hands twitched and infiltrated from below, then smashed firmly into the arm of the person who pulled his hair.

“Aaah! My hand!” The blonde-haired woman shrieked while hugging both her hands on her chest. So sick! He didn't expect to get a reply like this.

“Reply him!” The woman roared furiously. Both of his colleagues immediately pushed forward, while the bobhead still continued to record with his cell phone.

Freya sneered. He really does not want to get into trouble, but problems always come looking for him. Don't blame him if he doesn't bother anymore.

It tickled easily when one of the women lunged blindly at him. He lifted one leg and clipped in front. The straight-haired woman stumbled and fell. His shout sounded like a tire ci being chased by a PP satpol.

Seeing his two friends hurt so easily, the woman who advanced with the straight hair stopped moving. He fixed his glasses and looked at Freya hesitantly, then turned to look at the blonde.

“Reply to him, damn!” as if the blonde.

“You will get hurt,” said Freya.

“Forward!” the curl shouts while glaring, still hugging both arms that feel like they are about to break.

“Job.” The glasses swore quietly before crashing towards Freya.

Freya clucked lazily. He tightened his fist and greeted the glasses. It seemed that these people would not stop before actually being taught a lesson.

The glasses are stuck. His mouth was wide open, but not even a breath could be heard.

Be ill.

So hurt.

His breath was stuck in his throat.

He gasped like a stranded fish and ran out of oxygen. His hands flailed in search of a grip, but his three friends retreated with pias faces. No one came to help.

Freya walked step by step toward the girl holding the phone. He extended his hand casually.

“Give,” the order.

The sharp-mouthed girl did not dare to say anything. He held out his cell phone with trembling hands. He was not paid to be beaten. What if he's disabled? Who will compensate?

“Thank you for recording,” said Freya as she turned around and approached Lisa. “Come, hand over this evidence.”

“Um!” Lisa nodded strongly. Feel it! Who told him to call it ja lang. Huh!

“Lucky you guys are not to defect! Next time you dare to talk nonsense again, we will break your hands and legs!” threaten him before following Freya who had already walked away.

The crowd dispersed. Most were whispering, the rest just left as if nothing had happened just now.

Freya ignored all of that and walked over without looking. The goal is the Dean's office. Although he could face such people easily, he still did not want things like this to repeat in the future. It is very inconvenient and makes it waste energy for free.

“Lisa, from now on you should be more careful. We don't know what other tricks these people will use later,” he told Lisa who was still gasping for breath.

“Ya, huh .. I understand ...” Lisa caught her breath. Damnit. Just a little running.

“You also have to do a lot of sports. Later training together, yes.”

“OK ... what? No. gabe. No need. I can do it myself. Thank you.” Lisa waved her hands in the air. He can enter the ER if he trains with this professional fighter.

“I'll report it to Mr. Boss to have your salary cut.”

“Hah? On what basis?”

“Isn't your job to accompany me to do anything?”

“Iya, but ... but ..” Lisa glanced and pursed her lips in annoyance. He could not dispute that speech.

Freya raised her eyebrows and waited for an answer.

“Oke .. okay .. it's up to you, but now we have to clean these clothes first. Last time you fought, I told Mr. Bayu. Said there'd be a waiter delivering clothes.”

“Basic cepu,” grunts Freya.

“Biarin!” Lisa loosened her tongue and followed Freya. Otherwise, where would they get a change of clothes from? It is impossible to learn with a sticky shirt due to whipcream.

Freya sighed, not knowing whether to thank her or snap at her friend's head.

Moreover, he still had to think of a way to deal with the other attacks that might be coming soon. It seemed like those people would not let him and Pramudya live quietly.

But he was determined to face it. No matter what happens, he will not give up easily.

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