My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

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Pramudya straightened his hair violently. The monthly report given by Kikan gave him a headache. Revenues from all sectors decreased. In addition, the company's share price plummeted 0.2 percent.

Although the change was not drastic, it was quite significant. A meeting with investors will be held next week. It has to do something before the value of the stock continues to plunge downwards.

Only briefly he did not control the company, everything was immediately chaotic like this. It looks like Tommy and Yoga Pratama have really taken advantage of the opportunity very well to bring him down.

Not to mention Carissa and maybe Tari who targeted Freya by sending people to bulldoze him on campus.

Hid.

Really cheap and sneaky way.

He looked back at the video footage Bayu had sent him. Seeing how his wife taught the four women did not know the rule made the corners of Pramudya's lips twitch.

He feels proud. His wife is indeed very reliable, a tough girl who is not easily conquered. It is women like this who deserve and deserve to be his companion, not women who like to play cheap tricks and be fake at all times.

“Pram!” Bayu stormed into Pramudya's office until the door slammed firmly.

“Your wife was kidnapped again!” before Pramudya could react.

“Abducted again?” Pramudya raised his eyebrows. He got up from the chair and approached Bayu who was standing in front of his desk.

“Yes. Lisa told me. Ruth has also disappeared. I asked him to deliver a change of clothes, but somehow his cell phone number was used by the delinquents to trap Lisa and Freya across campus. Now that Lisa is still waiting there,” explains Bayu in one breath.

Pramudya's forehead is wrinkled. His eyebrows are almost linked. Ruth was chosen and selected by herself. He was very sure of not making a mistake when checking his background. It is impossible for Ruth to betray, except .. could she have been threatened?

“Tell people to track where my wife and Ruth's cell phone is located,”.

“I've done it. I've also sent people to check the CCTV footage that is around the scene.”

“Hm.” Pram nodded. His gaze glared, past the glass window that was struck by the sunlight.

“What's up?” tanya Bayu looked at her best friend's slightly strange attitude.

“They will definitely use Freya to ask me to back off and hand over everything.”

“Cannot!” Bayu exclaimed loudly. His body was trembling with anger.

Tommy Antasena is a bad boy! Also Yoga Pratama the little delinquent!

“You know it is not negotiable, that is the only thing they want,” Pramudya said after being silent for a long time.

“But, Pram, this is your hard work. I'm not—“

“Himmy wife is more important.”

Bayu. That's absolutely true. After all, Freya's life is more important.

“Jadi ...”

“Prepare everything. Follow whatever they ask as a condition of exchange.”

“What if that's not what they want?”

“What do you mean?”

“Carissa .. could be her who—“

“Let's just relax, I've arranged people to take care of it,” interrupted Pramudya. He did not think about this possibility. Since long ago, he had sent people to monitor all the movements of the woman.

Pramudya knows, Carissa Winata is not a person who gives up easily. That woman didn't show up lately not because she gave up, but definitely because she was planning something.

“They've got the location. I send it to you,” said Bayu while typing on his phone.

The guard grabbed the cell phone and rushed towards the door. If anything happens to Freya because of Carissa's actions, she vows not to let go of the woman easily.

**

Freya groaned as the car carrying her suddenly stopped somewhere. Because of the head covering that was worn on him, he could not see the circumstances around. One thing he knew, those people must have taken him to a quiet place because there were no more sounds of vehicles passing by since some time ago.

His hand was suddenly pulled violently, forced out of the car and dragged away from nowhere. Not a single one of the kidnappers spoke.

From their strong and steady footsteps, Freya was sure these people were not random people. He could recognize the movements of those who had martial skills: rhythmically and steadily, no hesitation.

How many are they?

Freya doesn't know. Though he could calculate the possibility to fight these people if he knew their numbers.

The creaking sound of the door opened followed by his body being pushed violently into a place that he did not know how it looked. His body staggered and dazed, falling into objects on the floor to make a flashing sound.

A hint of misgivings surfaced in Freya's heart. He knew the opponent that time would not be easy to overcome. What if help came too late this time?

“Umh!” Freya screeched as someone pulled her collar. He tried to wriggle to break away, but some others held both hands and held back firmly.

An object that felt cold touched the skin of his neck, then a tearing sound was heard in the room.

The srek!

Freya panicked. His clothes were torn until the wind that blew on his skin. These people move quickly, without further ado, unlike previous ones who are a lot of nonsense and easy to fool.

Freya gathered strength and swung both of her legs forward at full force, making anyone in front of her slam and fall hard.

There was a groan of pain accompanied by swearing coming from the front. Shortly after, a slap landed on Freya's face firmly, making her ears ring and her cheeks hot.

God fucking. Freya cursed in her heart. His jaw hurt so much.

Both of his hands were pulled until his body lay on its back. Someone fumbled his pants.

“Hmph!” Freya growled and wriggled with all her might. His legs kicked in all directions, but quickly the men held him back until he could not wriggle.

No. gabe.

No. gabe.

Anyone, please!

Brak!

Freya was already almost desperate when she heard the extremely loud impact sound. It seemed that the clash not only shocked him, but also shocked everyone.

The checks on his hands and feet slipped off. He could hear the sound of footsteps around him running around, perhaps going for shelter or looking for weapons, but still there was no sound of conversation between them.

Do they use certain signals to communicate?

Who are these people really?

Are the troops specially trained?

“Freya!”

The loud voice of the call made Freya's body stiffen.

That's the sound of yoga!

“Emph!” Freya rolled towards the direction of Yoga's voice just now, but someone suddenly blocked her ankle firmly and dragged her back.

“Let go of him!”

Bugh!

Cracks!

Duk!

“Argh!”

The sound of punches and kicks interspersed with screams came from around his body, making Freya curled up like a shrimp, lest anyone drop a heavy object on top of his half-timbered body.

“Freya!” Yoga knelt near Freya, using his suit to cover the girl's body. He then removed Freya's head covering with trembling hands.

“You okay?” tanyakanya. He removed the adhesive in Freya's mouth very carefully.

A pair of red, teary eyes of Freya sat face to face with Yoga. He nodded slowly, then lowered his face into the man's chest.

Freya sobbed in the arms of Yoga. He was so scared. Lying if he says he's not afraid. All his life, he had never felt this scared. He was so scared his brain froze.

“God, thank God you are fine ... thank goodness ....” Yoga rubbed Freya's hair and kissed the top of her head. Only God knows how he came crashing like crazy.

Fortunately, God still had mercy and gave him a chance.

Just about ...

He was a little late, not knowing what would happen to the girl he loved so much.

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