My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

I've Been Bored

When he arrived home, the first thing Freya saw was Ruth walking back and forth, waiting for him in front of the entrance. The girl immediately rushed towards him who had just got out of the car.

“Mistress, Master is home,” Ruth whispered as she clasped Freya's hand. His face looked excited at once.

“What?”

“Master just arrived, about ten minutes ago. I have notified you via WhatsApp. Now the Master is in the workspace, waiting for Madam.”

“Oh. I haven't checked my phone." Freya's heart almost surged out. He was wandering all the way home.

There is hope mixed with fear. Somehow Pramudya's sudden return without preaching made him have a bad feeling.

“Mistress, be careful!” ruth exclaimed when she saw Freya jumping almost two steps at once. He did not dare to explain how the master looked when he arrived earlier.

Freya ignored the scream. He half ran towards the workspace whose lights were brightly lit. Her eyelids are heating up. His vision blurred as water began to pool in his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his face violently. Can't cry. The priest finally came home, that was more than enough.

Without knocking first, Freya opened the door and lunged in.

“Pram ...” Freya's footsteps slowed down as she watched the scene inside the study.

Cigarette smoke filled the room. It cringes, enduring the itching in the esophagus that makes it

almost choking and coughing. The smell of cigarettes that fill the air is mixed with the sweet aroma of alcohol and perfume. Pramudya never wear perfume with a stinging aroma like this.

Freya refrained from thinking recklessly even though her heartbeat began to be abnormal, soaring drastically and making her stomach nauseous.

Behind the desk, Pramudya sat leaning against the chair that was behind him. There was a still burning cigarette tucked between the man's index and middle fingers.

Freya was speechless for a while. He had never seen the other side of Pramudya Antasena like this.

“Pram?” call Freya with a little hesitation. The man sitting in front of her is not her husband.

The chair turned slowly, facing Freya, making her sure that she did not misrecognize people. It was indeed her husband, Pramudya Antasena, but in a very different version.

Under the light of the lamp, Freya could clearly see her husband's jaw and chin were overgrown with thin mints. His eyes were sunken and there were dark circles around his eyelids. How long has he not slept?

Freya's heart ached so much just by looking at that appearance. What heavy burden is her husband bearing? Why would he not want to tell stories and share the burden with himself?

Freya desperately held back so that the tears she had been holding back since earlier did not fall.

“You okay?” freya asked as she walked forward with one-on-one steps. She did not recognize her husband like this.

Instead of answering the question, Pramudya brought the cigarette closer to his lips, sipping deeply until the heat stifled his lungs. He then exhaled a wisp of white smoke from his mouth. The smoke rolled like a ring slowly enlarging, focused on the confused face of his wife.

Freya stopped right in front of her husband's desk, staring straight into a pair of eyes that always made her stray. The eyes were still the same, but his gaze was already very much different.

Vigor filled Freya's heart. Her husband looked at her like a stranger, just like when they first met.

“What happened? Why are you being like this?” ask Freya again. There were actually more questions crammed into his head, but he refrained from making a fuss.

“What's because of the kidnapping? Or is there a problem with the company?” Freya still tried to speak calmly even though Pramudya still did not give a response.

She was eager to hear an explanation from her husband's mouth, but the man just sat quietly. Their distance was so close, but it was like there was an invisible abyss separating them thousands of meters away.

Pramudya pressed the tip of the still burning cigarette into the ashtray, twisting it firmly so that the remaining cigarette stick broke into two pieces.

He then looked up and returned his wife's gaze with a very calm and unreadable face.

“Come parted. I'm bored,” he said.

Freya's lips were trembling. His nails stuck into his palms, but he felt no pain. A violent punch struck his chest and made him short of breath.

“A ... what ... what did you say?” Freya held on to the edge of the chair and forced herself to sit down. He is afraid of falling if he does not sit down immediately.

“It felt good trying to catch up with you, but now I'm bored. Let's just end the deal now.” Pramudya's hand moved open his desk drawer, took out a stack of copies of the document from the very bottom and thrust it to Freya.

“Pram, don't joke. You're just pretending, right? Be honest with me. Is it because of the kidnapping? You know we can handle it together. I'll be more careful. It doesn't matter if there are guards following me everywhere. Or ... or I .. I can quit college. Or take an online college. Whatever it is doesn't matter. I don't have to go anywhere. Until everything is safe, I will stay home.” Freya's face was as white as paper when she finished that long sentence. He was almost out of breath.

The corners of Pramudya's lips twitched. A sneer full of ridicule appeared on his face.

“What's abduction? Don't talk nonsense. Or does Miss Freya not understand what I'm saying? I repeat once more. I'm tired of it. Miss knows, I don't like women who cry and beg, do I? Don't let my patience run out. Just sign the agreement. I assure you Miss has nothing to lose a dime.”

The booming speech made Freya's heart stop beating for a moment. Didn't know she was kidnapped? But Lisa told Mr. Bayu. How could he not know?

“You ... You don't know that I was kidnapped?”

Pramudya raised his eyebrows and gave a scornful look. “It looks like Miss has misunderstood me because of my good attitude lately. Sorry, but does Miss really think that I care?”

Freya's cries finally exploded. He looked up and rubbed his cheeks and eyes many times, but the water flooded more and more.

“Pram .. I beg .. don't do this. You've never been like this. We can talk good. I—“

“I've always been like this. You who never saw it. Sign and go. You can bring the things I've given you.”

Freya. He was completely out of words. After all the sweetness and care that left him withered, this was the end ..he fell in the same abyss a second time.

Freya did not want to believe it, but all these condescending attitudes and sayings.

Idiotically.

It's very stupid.

Freya bit her lips hard to stop shaking. She nodded slowly, trying to catch the shadow of her husband's face even though her gaze had been completely blurred by tears.

It turns out he misunderstood. Her husband did not come home because he was bored. In vain she worried about her husband all day, when it seemed like this bastard was busy having fun until he forgot the time.

Although it has prepared itself, the pain is not reduced, it feels many times more painful than being left without explanation.

Freya turned her gaze to the pile of papers on the table that hurt her eyes. With the same trembling hand, he took the paper and tore it into two pieces.

Not content.

He ripped it up again into four pieces.

Very dissatisfied.

He tore the piece of paper into pieces, then threw it into Pramudya's face.

 He doesn't need all that fucking compensation.

Freya gathered all her remaining strength, turned around and was about to leave the cursed room.

“Oh, another one, Mr. Brata who will take care of all the divorce proceedings. You don't have to do anything.”

Blam it!

Freya slammed the door without returning a word.

Bored, yes, already ....

Who cares?

Lisa is right. All rich people are assholes and bastards!

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Yes, yes ... Mr. Pram again fashion jerk, maki-maki and stick aja he ....