My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Hospital

The wound on Freya's calf got five stitches, while the wound on her head had only two stitches. The temples have been treated and bandaged. Scratch wounds on the cheeks and arms were given only antiseptics.

The girl sat in the hospital bed. He wanted to go straight home, but the obnoxious Pramudya Antasena forced him to be treated for two days. It's finished. There is no longer any hope of working part-time in a cafe.

He took a deep breath and stared at the phone in his hand gloomily. Should he contact the cafe owner and explain the situation? What about his work at Antasena Group? Just entered work one day, already ditching the next day. I don't know what the HRD section will say. Hopefully not a dismissal letter that will welcome him later.

Now he's a little sorry. She should have asked Lisa for her phone number yesterday to let her know. At least if anyone asked for permission for her, there would probably be a little leniency.

While Freya was still busy daydreaming, the door of the ward opened. He was surprised and looked up. It's still early enough. Who's coming?

Under the incoming sunlight from the window, the man's silhouette looked like he was walking in slow motion. A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle, brilliant as obsidian stones stared straight at him.

Freya was glued to the spot, not daring to move. Why did he just realize that the jawbone line of Mr. Pram is so charming? Very compatible with his sharp nose and perfect lip curve.

Suddenly Freya felt her face heat up. He hurriedly lowered his head and turned his attention to the phone in his hand.

Damn, Freya. Don't be so embarrassing! Remember, you have to keep your distance from him. He's a dangerous man! Don't get caught up in the charm.

Freya bit her lips and shook her head slowly. He gulped with difficulty and tried to escape the charm of Young Pak Antasena just now.

“What's up? Does it still hurt?” pramudya asked after getting closer to the bed.

He looked at Freya in earnest. Last night the stubborn girl refused to be given an infusion. However he insisted, the girl insisted and threatened to flee. Eventually Pram could only let doctors bring back the infusion equipment that had not been installed.

“No.” Freya answered quickly. He looked up and forced a smile. “I've been much better. Should have been able to go home today.”

Pram snorted at a glance and sat in a chair reserved for patient visitors. He leaned back and looked at Freya without saying anything, leaving Freya's scalp numb.

Finally Freya could only sigh helplessly and say, “It ... um, well ... I will stay to be treated here.”

The tension on Pramudya's face subsided. His body position becomes more relaxed. “Have breakfast?” tanyakanya.

“Eh? Oh ... already.”

Freya looked at the man in a daze. Why come to the hospital early in the morning? Just to ask if he had eaten?

“You didn't go to the office, Sir?” ask Freya carefully.

Pamudya. Piqued. Did she really not want to be in a room with him?

Freya is wrong. Just been fine. Why is his face like that again? Did he accidentally touch her again? Really hard to overcome ....

Without saying anything, Pramudya got up from the chair and walked towards the door. He was angry half to death. He should not have worried about this girl and come to embarrass himself.

Pramudya went out and walked towards the ward adjacent to where Freya was being treated. It turned out that the wound on his waist was quite deep because it was pierced by broken glass. The wound got seven stitches. Only the wound was serious enough, but it wasn't really enough to make it have to be treated. He agreed to stay at the hospital because he was worried about the girl. But unfortunately all his anxiety seemed to be in vain. His presence was not even expected.

Pram slammed the door and walked towards the table beside the bed in annoyance. He took his cell phone and called Bayu, asking his best friend to pick him up. It's better to rest at home than to be near the annoying girl who always makes him emotional.

“Why? Is there anything urgent you need to do?” tanyakanya.

“No. I'm bored. Take me home.”

Bayu was silent for a moment, then immediately helped Pramudya who was cleaning his things. Despite being injured, Pram insisted on working on his laptop. Once all was ready, the two men walked out.

However, his second step stopped at the door. Across from them, Freya looked surprised to see the two of them. He observed Bayu and Pram alternately, then he realized that Pak Pram was wearing home clothes, not work clothes like Pak Bayu. Did that man come to see him on purpose?

“Pak, You ..” Freya did not finish her speech, looking at Pramudya doubtfully.

“Look, you two are very compatible. You're injured and you have to be forced to be treated, he's injured but wants to go home right now. I'm completely helpless against you two.” Bayu grumbled in a voice that was not too loud, but could be heard clearly by Freya.

The girl was surprised. “What? Mr Pram injured?”

A pair of Bayu eyes are breaking. “You don't know? Oh, I forgot, you were also being treated when Pram's wound was sewn.”

“Bitten?” Freya parroted in a daze. Unknowingly he stepped forward and approached Pramudya.

“What's hurt? Which is sewn?” ask her anxiously.

Pramudya brushed off Freya's hand and glared at Bayu. “Your mouth asks to be sewn too, yes?”

Mayu ignored the threat. He had decided to report Pram's behavior to Freya. He wanted to see how his best friend responded. Does he really have no feelings for his future wife?

“His waist was punctured by broken glass. Other injuries he does not care, does not want to be treated,” he said while away from Pram. Don't let her best friend beat her to death.

Freya looked at the tall man in front of her. It was only fitting that he was angry and left just like that when he asked why the man had not gone to work.

“Sorry, I didn't know you were hurt,” he said sincerely. His fingers copied twisting nervously. He felt very ungrateful. The man must have been hurt for protecting her last night, but he kicked her out when he came to visit.

“It doesn't matter you know or not.” Pramudya answered coldly, then gave a warning look to Bayu to immediately leave the place.

However, before he could take a step, a pair of soft and warm hands had wrapped around his arms.

“You must not go, must be treated until healed. Otherwise ... I will also be discharged from the hospital today,” Freya said solemnly.

“You! Sassy! Release your hands!” pram's jolt with a thunderous voice, the clap he did not dare to pull his hand carelessly. The girl's body was too weak. Who knew he would bounce and slam on the floor or not if he pulled his hand forcefully.

Freya flinching. He was already almost used to that threat-filled intonation and killing aura. He did not care whether to be beaten or not by Mr. Pram, which was clear, he would not allow the man to torture himself.

Bayu took the opportunity to return to the ward secretly and store back Pramudya's belongings. His face was decorated with a wide grin. It seems that the report from Pram's private driver last night was true. Now there is a handler for his savage friend.

Nice work! Really nice. He feels very happy!

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