My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Confrontations

Yoga looked at Freya's back away. He blinked, holding back the tears he had been holding back from earlier so as not to roll down. The new student gave him a strange look, but he did not care, he still stood in his original place and looked at the place where Freya was no longer visible.

His heart is very sick. But, even though Freya said all those hurtful sentences, she was already determined to be the first person present when the girl needed help.

He knew a greater danger was threatening Freya. However, for the time being he knew Freya would not listen to anything said by him. So all he could do was keep her in silence while hoping that the girl would change her mind someday.

Yoga rubbed his face violently. He did not expect to get an end like this when he returned to Indonesia. Three years of hard work to satisfy his grandfather, only to be able to return to find Freya, but the girl has become someone else's. And he could do nothing to change that reality.

It's too late. What he was worried about finally happened: Freya really fell for Pramudya Antasena.

He must admit, the charm of Pramudya can not be rejected. Who can't fall for that guy? What else does Freya stay at home with the man, meet and interact at all times, it is commonplace if the girl eventually falls in love with her husband.

“Stupid basis. No use.” Yoga is cursing itself. If anyone is to blame for all these events, then that person is himself. He himself came too late.

Now regret is useless. Unless Pramudya commits an unforgivable fatal mistake. Perhaps if that happens, then his chance of recapturing Freya could increase.

Speaking of the opportunity, Yoga growled and turned to enter his car. He still has to make calculations with Tommy Antasena.

The dirt on Freya and her friend's clothes was definitely one of the sneaky tricks that the man and his stepmother, or the crazy woman named Carissa, had done. I don't know what they're up to, but he has repeatedly said: don't hurt Freya.

The sound of car tires squeaking left a puff of dust in the air. Yoga stepped on the gas pedal deeply, towards the PT.Permata Buana building at full speed.

Several times he nearly broke the red-lit traffic light, causing a loud honking sound to come from all directions, but he did not care.

When he arrived at PT.Permata Buana, Yoga parked his car in front and galloped towards the reception desk.

“Where is your CEO?” tanyakanya.

“Sorry, have you made an appointment before?” The receptionist kept smiling and tried to ask politely even though the appearance of the guest in front of him looked like he wanted to fight.

“Tell Tommy, Yoga Pratama would like to meet.”

“But, Sir, you cannot—“

Yoga kicked the table with his fist. “Where is he?”

The receptionist was shocked and snapped from his chair. “Security!”

Two men in uniform were approaching immediately, swiftly flanking on the right and left sides of Yoga.

“I'll destroy this place if you guys don't call him out now!” yoga Ancam.

He really meant his words. With the evidences of embezzlement and the cooperation he had with Tommy, it was not a difficult matter to level PT.Permata Buana with the ground, even though it meant that he had to come crashing down with Tommy Antasena.

“But Mr. Tommy is not in the office.” The receptionist who was now starting to feel frightened tried to explain.

“I don't care. Call him come now.”

“Master, you mustn't make a fuss here. Please wait outside,” reprimands one of the security who is sturdy.

Yoga gave him a fierce look. “Call your master before I make a bigger fuss!”

The two security men looked at each other with all wrong expressions. From the look and the clothes worn, it was clearly the uninvited guest who made this act was no ordinary person. What if it turns out they accidentally offended an important person or one of the boss' business associates.

“Quick call—“

“What is this? Who makes troublemakers this early in the morning?”

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Tommy Antasena stepped in from the main door. The sunlight hit his back from behind. His suit button is open. So did the top two buttons of the white shirt he wore.

The receptionist was gobsmacked and forgot to say hello to his boss. Somehow the appearance of the CEO who looks frivolous and careless it actually becomes a special attraction that makes him reluctant to blink.

Unfortunately, all of those beautiful scenes did not last long. Somehow, suddenly Yoga was already in front of Tommy, then swung his fist at full force.

“Ugh!” Tommy groans while holding his stomach. He nodded while grimacing in pain.

“Master!” The two security people immediately advanced. One holds Tommy, another holds Yoga.

“Let me go, wedge!” Yoga thrashed, but the security guard locked his hands to his back and pressed his body firmly.

“You ... ah, damn ...” Tommy hissed from between his teeth. He glared at Yoga, annoyed at being suddenly beaten for no apparent reason.

“You're the fucking one! I warned you, don't touch Freya!” Yoga is full of anger.

“You crazy? I didn't do anything!” Tommy tried to straighten his body with great difficulty. Apparently rumors that the heirs of Pratama Group are former street fighters are not mere jokes. The punch just now almost made his breath break.

“Detach him,” his orders to the security who still holds Yoga.

“Tapi—“

“It's okay, release.”

That security released the lockdown reluctantly. He stared at every move of Yoga vigilantly, not to attack the CEO again.

Yoga stepped one by one toward Tommy as he said, “Warn your mother and Carissa, I won't hesitate if any of them touch Freya again.”

“You know, what they did had nothing to do with me. I can't interfere in their plans.” Tommy smiled helplessly as he shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing Tommy's behavior makes Yoga very eager to punch him once again, but the urge is withheld.

“You know what I can do if something happens to Freya,” he said with full warning.

Tommy was speechless and returned a fiery look aimed at him. To be honest, he did not want Pramudya's wife to be hurt. The girl was innocent in the dirty game they were playing.

He took out a piece of paper from his suit pocket and placed it on Yoga's chest.

“Don't be late,” he said.

“What is this? What does it mean not to be late?” ask Yoga. His hand reached for the piece of paper that was released and floated in the air.

Tommy ignored the question. He turned and left. What happened after this, is not his business anymore. Now the final result is in the hands of Yoga Pratama completely.

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