My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Where are you at?

For five days Freya had not met Pramudya. Since her abduction on campus at that time, her husband never came to see her once. The man could not be found anywhere.

At first Freya was upset because Pramudya did not come to help her. Then she began to worry when her husband never came home, nor could he be found in the office, nor anywhere else. The phone call from him was not picked up. The messages are not answered.

She thought her husband might have been kidnapped by the same man who kidnapped her a few days ago. But in retrospect, it felt impossible. Mr. Bayu said nothing. Even the man and Secretary Kikan suddenly disappeared like swallowed by the earth. He could not meet the two men at the Antasena Group office.

Their phone numbers are also inactive. Or maybe the phone number has been blocked. I don't know. Freya didn't want to think about it anymore. It confirmed her suspicion that her husband did not want to see her intentionally.

Butwhy?

Freya did not know what wrong she had done so suddenly Pramudya stayed away from her like that. She was almost harmed, but her husband disappeared without news.

Wh why?

Her husband knew she was traumatized. He was afraid to face leaving without saying goodbye like this, afraid to face separation without any explanation.

There were a thousand questions in Freya's mind. There are thousands of assumptions and prejudices that make it worse. However, none of them really made him understand what the reason Pramudya was behaving like this was.

He then chose to immerse himself in the busyness of the campus, chasing all his backwardness to the point that Lisa was worried he would faint from exhaustion, but he did not care.

Freya does not want to have free time, should not .. his brain will definitely go crazy if he has free time. So, in addition to going to the campus, he would come to the cafe and work there from late afternoon until midnight.

Sometimes he doesn't want to go home. Returning to the quiet and silent house made her chest feel tight. Standing in front of her husband's ever-dark room made her heart even more sick. However, she still returned in hopes of meeting her husband and asking for an explanation. Unfortunately, to this day there is no sign of her husband going home.

On Sunday, unable to go to campus, Freya decides to go to the cafe since morning. He took a quick shower, changed his clothes, tied his hair, picked up his backpack and walked out of the room.

“Ruth, shouldn't you still rest?” freya asked when she saw Ruth standing at the door of her room as usual.

Ruth just got out of the hospital two days ago. He was kidnapped, beaten and held in the trunk of a car without a license plate. He was found almost midnight unconscious and his body was scarred.

“I'm fine. Madam, where are you going so early in the morning?” reply Ruth with a face that looks sad and anxious.

“I want to go to cafe.”

“I accompany, yes?”

“Not necessary. There is Lisa. You just rest at home to recover.” Freya reviewed a faint smile, patted Ruth on the shoulder and walked past her.

Ruth could only stand and stare at Freya's departure without doing anything. He could not ask the madam to stay in this empty house.

Were it not for her carelessness back then, trusting one of the maids who "coincidentally wanted to go" and agreeing to “diantar” to campus brought a change of clothes for Freya, instead of going with the driver as originally planned, maybe all this mess is not going to happen.

The servant then disappeared, never to appear again at the residence of Mr. Pram. Just like the master who was never again seen the stem of his nose, made the face of the mistress moody all the time. It made Ruth depressed and feel very guilty.

Although Freya never blamed him, she still felt that this was all due to his negligence. He has apologized repeatedly, but still feels it is not enough.

Ruth sighed and turned around, then sat down with Mr. Anton who seemed to have been hiding behind a wall at the end of the hall in the opposite direction.

The old man walked with shaky steps toward him.

“How is the condition of Madam?” ask Mr. Anton.

Ruth nodded slowly. How do you explain to Mr. Anton that Mrs is heartbroken? The face of the Madam no longer glowed as before. There was a large dark circle on his eyelids. On the face of the Madam there is still a smile, but it no longer comes from her heart, just a formality to show that she is fine, when in reality she is not.

At the front gate of the Pramudya Antasena residence, a new black Audi is waiting.

Freya's steps slowed down. I don't know when that car was there. Although not visible from the outside, he knew clearly who was sitting behind the wheel.

Car window glass is lowered. A charming smile accompanied by a wave of hands welcomed Freya.

Pratama Yoga.

Freya did not know whether to return the greeting or spin around and go back inside the house. After all, it was because of the help of the man that he could still stand with his head held high, without lacking anything. Jasa Yoga Pratama can not he reply with money or gold even once.

Since that incident, Yoga always picked her up and drove her everywhere for safety reasons. Once again Freya was grateful and felt indebted to the man, but she felt that now everything was enough. He can ask the driver to drive him to the cafe, or to the campus, or anywhere.

A stiff grin appeared on Freya's face when the door in the passenger seat was opened by Yoga before he refused. At the moment, he had no choice but to get into the car. He will talk to Yoga about this shuttle issue.

“Morning,” Yoga greetings when Freya sits next to her.

“Morning,” Reply Freya. “Since when did you come?”

“Not too long,” replied Yoga with a big smile.

“Where did you know I was going? What if I don't go outside all day?”

“There's no way you're not out.” Yoga sounds very confident. He started the car and started driving.

“Where?” tanyakanya.

“Cafe.”

“Oke.”

“Yoga?”

“Hm?”

“Start tomorrow don't have to come again.”

Jemari Yoga gripped the steering wheel tightly, but she still forced herself to smile.

“I don't mind being your personal driver,” reply.

“I object. I still have a husband. It's not good if we look together every day.”

“Oh, yes? Then where is your husband now?”

Freya fell silent. The question of Yoga made his heart feel bitter and sour. He also cannot answer that question.

Pramudya Antasena, where are you?

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