My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Retaliation

“Job!” umpat Pramudya while punching the roof of the car firmly. He ignored the pain in his knuckles and punched the roof repeatedly. He desperately wanted to beat up someone to vent his frustration.

No matter it was Tommy, Yoga, even Dance and Carissa, female or male, as long as he dared to harm Freya, he absolutely would not let go of them.

Pramudya increased the speed of his car, darting fast on the road to his special guard headquarters.

With the constant threat coming from Tommy and Tari, he is forced to take this precautionary step: setting up special forces to protect him and Freya. Unfortunately despite trying his best, he was still one step behind.

The base is on the edge of town, away from the crowds. He disguised the place with the identity of a sewage treatment plant so that local residents do not suspect.

The time that should have been taken for 30 minutes was cut in half by Pramudya's crazy driving speed.

The guards at the entrance had obtained instructions from the leader so as to directly give Pramudya access to enter.

Pramudya immediately jumped out as soon as the car stopped. He didn't even care if his car door had been sealed shut or not, stepped swiftly through the iron door and down the long hallway.

A guard opened the door and bowed politely as Pramudya arrived at the end of the hall.

The first sight was Carissa lying on the floor. His eyes were closed by a black cloth. Her blond hair was scattered in a mess. Both his hands and feet were tied with a rough hemp rope. His shoes came out of nowhere. His mouth was covered with duct tape so that only an indistinct mutter was heard when he made a sound.

“Where are those people?” pramudya asked a guard who stood closest to him.

The bodyguards refrained from wiping away the slowly rolling sweat on his forehead.

Sir, your flying came like a fidelity. Those people are still left behind with Mr. Bayu.

“They are still on their way, Mr.” Unfortunately that was the only thing the bodyguard dared to say.

“Slow once!” grouse Pramudya while roughing his hair.

The bodyguard hurriedly took a chair and invited his master to sit down.

“Their number is twenty-six. Five people were shot dead, three people broke hands and legs, four people were dying, the rest were only minor injuries,” explained the bodyguard without being asked, hoping that his report could slightly ease the emotions of the master.

“Get rid of the dying and disabled, bring the rest here.”

“Good, Mr.” The bodyguard hastily retrieved the cell phone and contacted Mr Bayu, informing him of the order that had just been given to him.

On the floor, Carissa who recognized Pramudya's voice wriggled and muttered louder. He hoped that Pramudya would help him soon, untie his hands and feet and avenge those who had kidnapped him arbitrarily.

However, after struggling to move and search for Pramudya's whereabouts, even shouting and growling until his neck hurt, Pramudya gave no response.

About five meters on the right side of Carissa, Pramudya looked at the woman with a look of disdain.

How could he have been in a relationship with a poisonous woman like this? What Carissa was trying to do to Freya was unforgivable. Of all the planned attacks, it was clear that Carissa had arranged them carefully.

Since when?

Has he been evicted from the Antasena residence?

Pramudya. A poisonous snake must be taught a lesson in order to be deterred.

“Pram!” Bayu stormed in with a breath of breath. He cursed in his heart. This friend of his could really lose his mind for the sake of his wife. Maximum half an hour. Hid. He can do it in just 15 minutes!

“Where are those people?” pramudya asked without looking.

“There is here.” Bayu looked at the door. There were more than a dozen men who were being held in long-barreled guns standing waiting for instructions.

“Bring them in.”

Bayu signals Pramudya's special forces. He cursed his friend once more in his heart. Why would that rancid bastard hide this much information from him?

If not for this incident, he would never have known that Pramudya hired special forces. This location was also only notified to him while on the way to save Freya earlier.

Bayu made up his mind, later after this was all done, he would demand an explanation from his brazen friend.

“Open his blindfold and mouth,” Pramudya's orders.

Two men immediately came forward and carried out the order. They did not do it gently, making Carissa squeal in pain as the duct tape was pulled off violently.

Carissa turned her head quickly to look for Pramudya. His pair of eyes shone expectantly when he saw the man he loved sitting not far from him.

“I knew you were coming to save me! Catch 'em! These bajing*n kidnapped me and were being disrespectful to me!” she screamed with teary eyes.

Bayu's laughter gushed unbearably. That cunning woman was still unaware of the real situation, or was she pretending to be a fool?

Pramudya snapped his fingers. The fifteen Carissa survivors were pushed forward to approach the woman.

“If you want to stay alive, do what this woman told you to do to my wife,” Pramudya said with a very calm face. Word by word that spoke from his mouth sounded flat and ordinary, like he was telling Kikan that the meeting was canceled because he wanted to take a nap.

“Pramudya!” Carissa exclaimed with a trembling voice. “What do you mean? You must have misunderstood! I didn't do anything!”

“Mistake?” Pramudya raised his eyebrows. He then turned to an army of men who had been beaten until the battered.

“Is there a misunderstanding here?” tanyakanya.

The group of men shook their heads simultaneously.

“Who paid you to harm my wife?”

“Nona Carissa.” Again, a group of people answered simultaneously. Don't talk about loyalty. Being able to get out of that place alive was a miracle.

Carisa shook her head hard. “No! Nah! They're liars! Pramudya, don't listen to them. You know I wouldn't do such a lowly thing!”

“Really?” Pramudya thrust his hand. A bodyguard rushed to give him a old-fashioned cell phone.

“All the evidence is here. From the outside calls to the messages you receive. Still want to deny?”

Carissa's mouth suddenly felt dry. His face changed pias. He poked on the floor, trying to get away from the crowd of men who were looking at him hungry.

Someone put a tripod and camera in the corner of the room. Two other people pulled out their phones and prepared to record.

"Let it go directly. This is a gift from me to the Winata Family."

Carissa is panicking. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Pram, I beg ... don't be like this .. I admit wrong, but please don't do this ...” Carissa pleaded as she continued to try to get away from the crowd of men nearby.

“I warned you before. You should have thought about it well before touching my wife.” Pramudya got up and walked out of the place. He did not want to see the sight that would dirty his eyes.

Bayu runs out, following his best friend who is somehow preparing what else to avenge his wife.

From behind, a heart-wrenching shriek sounded. The wood closed its ears and ran faster.

Although Pramudya's actions can be said to be cruel, but Carissa was the first to provoke his anger.

Bayu did not dare to imagine if Pratama Yoga was late coming like himself and Pram. Now he understands why his best friend left Yoga with his wife.

This situation .. is a real dilemma ....

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