My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Heartbroken

Lisa looked at the haggard face in front of her with a sad expression. In just less than a week, the entire ray of life seemed to have been absorbed completely from Freya.

His good friend looked like a zombie, walking to and fro without a living spirit, lifeless, half of his soul disappeared somewhere.

He felt even more frustrated because whatever he said to comfort Freya still could not bring back the usual wide smile imprinted on the face of the ayu.

Lisa took a deep breath and deliberately exhaled it out loud. It turned out that Mr. Boss was just like any other rich jerk, coming and going as he pleased, playing with a girl's feelings arbitrarily.

Huh.

Lisa drew all the compliments she ever gave to Mr. Boss. He used to think that only the man was worthy to accompany Freya, but now it seems that the rancid boy named Yoga was quite decent as well. Apart from being handsome, it seemed like he was also a little reliable.

Well, even though the waiter who wears the apron is more handsome in Lisa's eyes, but according to him Pratama Yoga is also quite compatible with Freya.

“What's up?” Freya raised her face when she heard Lisa's breath somehow.

Lisa's lips pursed. Freya finally made a sound. He had almost run out of ways to attract his best friend.

“I'm hungry,” murmured with a pouting face.

“Down down, have Doni make something.”

“I don't want to eat if you don't eat.”

Freya raised her eyebrows. This silly guy in front of him deliberately behaved like that just so that he ate?

Freya's lips curved. It was the most sincere smile that appeared after these few gloomy days. She was a little touched by Lisa's attitude. He knew his chatty friend was worrying about him, but he was not really hungry.

“I'm still full. You just eat. Later I—“

“What's it like? From this afternoon you haven't eaten anything, just a glass of strawberry milkshake that went into your stomach! What if you are sick? You have to be strong in order to beat up your jerk husband!” Lisa hissed irritatedly while shaking her waist.

It made Freya unable to hold back her laughter anymore. He closed his mouth so that his laughter would not explode. Lisa is ridiculous.

“You forgot that my jerk husband is your gold mine?” freya's tease after her laughter subsided.

Lisa sneers, “What gold mine’an? I'll send you a resignation letter.”

Who would want to work with such an immoral man? Hmh!

“You sure?” asked Freya while giving a playful look. “The salary is large, loh ... the work is easy ...”

Lisa swallowed.

Damnit. Freya's words are true, but she prefers to be loyal friends.

“It looks like your ex-boyfriend is also not very poor. I can—“

“Hei!” Freya glares. “Do not talk nonsense anymore!”

Lisa immediately closed her mouth with both hands, but could not stand it and still rolled her eyeballs towards Freya.

Okay .. okay .. Your jerk's husband is still the first champion in your heart ....

“What are you guys fussing about?”

Lisa and Freya both turned towards the door.

The Yoga Pratama rests there, with one hand in the pocket of the pants and the elbow holding the side of the door. The man smiled broadly, giving the illusion of a bad boy who has always been the wrestler of girls in the comics.

Lisa was so stunned that she almost forgot to close her mouth. After a good look, it turns out that the little delinquent is no less handsome when compared to Mr. Boss.

Wait for.

Since when did he stand there?

“When did you come?” Freya who opened her voice first and asked.

“Newly,” replied Yoga while walking in.

Freya gave a look of disbelief. From the look of his face and way of speaking, it seems like Yoga has been standing at the door long enough. Perhaps the man had also heard half of his conversation with Lisa. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not answer carelessly so that he could make Yoga minded.

“Um, I go find food first. You guys chat,” Lisa said as she hurriedly escaped from the room. He doesn't want to be a mosquito. Who knows the presence of Yoga Pratama can slightly treat the wound in the heart of Freya.

Yoga smiled and nodded. He felt very happy because a close friend of Freya had not kept his distance. The girl also did not give the words and spicy insinuations that she always threw when they met.

Does that mean he's been approved to approach Freya? Well, just thinking about it made him feel very excited.

Freya pressed her temple which suddenly throbbed pain. Lisa is really .. ah, that's it. How else, blame him for spoiling his silly friend.

“You want to eat something?” haggara Yoga. She was a little nervous about seeing Freya's condition, but also felt a little happy because the girl had problems with her husband. The contradiction in her heart made Yoga feel guilty. He did not dare look Freya in the eye.

“Still not hungry.” Freya lowered her head and continued to work on the sketch of the dress in her book.

“But I heard you haven't eaten since lunch,” said Yoga. After delivering Freya to the cafe this morning, she immediately returned to the office to finish the piled up work.

In addition, he had just met Tommy Antasena and Vishnu Aditama before coming here. The busier Pramudya Antasena is, the less likely it is to encounter Freya. That little secret made Yoga feel even more guilty and wanted to make up for it by paying extra attention to Freya.

“You eavesdropped?” ask Freya.

Yoga's face heats up hearing the question, but he keeps dodging, “Inadvertently eavesdropping, I just happened to hear you guys are talking seriously.”

“Really?” Freya turned the pencil in her hand. From his face it is clear that he does not believe in the recognition of Yoga just now.

“Yes. I'm not lying. I wanted to take you out to eat. How about we—“

“No. I eat at home.” Freya got up and began to tidy up her belongings on the table, then opened her phone and ordered a taxi. The longer here can be bad.

Lisa who had just stepped in was stunned in front of the door. There were two spaghetti plates in his hand.

“Where are you going?” tanyakanya.

“Rome.”

“Go home? But this ...” Lisa stared at the two plates in her hand helplessly. In vain he asked the handsome chef to cook quickly.

“You can eat alone,” concluded Freya. He put on his backpack and prepared to go outside.

“I inter.” Yoga hurriedly got up and was about to catch up.

“Not necessary. I booked a taxi online. Pity if it's cancelled.”

“Hey, how do I?” Lisa's Protest.

“Yoga can take you home.” Freya turned her head towards Yoga and advised, “Please, yes. Thank you.”

He then ran away before the two people behind him returned the words. Just leave them alone in there. Who knows can fall in love, then hurt each other and heartbreak.

Freya held back a laugh at that thought, then hurried forward to wait for the online taxi she booked.

While standing on the side of the road, Freya's heart suddenly fluttered and her stomach was slightly nauseous.

He was very nervous, a little hopeful but also did not dare to expect too much.

Pram, I beg you, go home ....

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