My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Silent Love

Freya and Lisa sit face to face, but each is busy with their own affairs.

Freya is drawing a boutique floor plan that she wants to build, while Lisa is in charge of finding cheap but good builders services that are typical of Indonesian mothers.

Freya finished her work within an hour, then continued to make a list of what items to buy to fill her small boutique later. Opposite her, Lisa is still struggling with her phone, busy contacting the contacts listed on the TikTok video suggested on her homepage.

Because it was typing “cheap and nik” in the search field, now almost 90 percent of the contents of the double is a builder, and, starting from those who are showing off the results of their work to those who are rocking pargoy while bare-chested.

Lisa rubbed her face and groaned softly. “Please, where am I ... who are you? This why? Yes, God ....”

It was nothing, but some of the craftsmen had bodies that made him almost forget what his duties were.

Freya looked up while laughing. He did not not know what the chatter was seeing.

“Basic plin-plan. Said you liked—“

“Shhht!” Lisa pressed her index finger against her lips while glancing back in panic.

“What's up?” Freya looked back at her back.

Half of Doni's body is visible from the door slit.

“Sory, I can't knock,” the man said as he twisted his body and used his shoulders to push the door open wider. In both hands were dishes filled with fried rice that still reflected the hot steam, carrying the fragrant fried onions that immediately poured out in the air.

Lisa's stunned. His saliva was almost dripping, not because of the appetizing aroma of fried rice, but because the food deliveryman looked amazingly handsome in his eyes. Time seemed to stop ticking and all his attention was focused on the chef who was still wearing the apron. He wondered, does the cook's stomach also have a tempting arrangement of box bread?

“You must be hungry. Coincidentally the cafe is closed, so I ..” Doni did not finish his speech, shrugged with an awkward grin on his face, then walked towards Freya's desk.

Before the man could put the dishes on the table, the door opened wide again. That time Yoga barged in while carrying four papper bags in his hand.

“You haven't eaten, have you?” he asked while lifting the package into the air.

Freya took a long breath. He felt very helpless.

Opposite her, Lisa rubbed her hands happily.

Free food delivered to you, who's not happy?

“We haven't eaten yet! Bring here!” the thrill of getting rid of unnecessary things on the table.

Doni puts both dishes he carries, one in front of Freya, the other one is presented to Lisa.

“This is a special fried rice, the mainstay menu of this cafe,” he said with a proud expression.

“Thank you.” Lisa tucked the child behind her ear and stared timidly at Doni, not caring if the man just kept looking at Freya from the moment he entered the room.

Yoga does not lose. He put the parcels he carried on the table, then took out the contents one by one.

“Yoga, I will not be able to spend it all,” between Freya who was suddenly full just by looking at the pile of food lined up in front of her eyes.

“This is to be eaten together,” said Yoga while turning towards Lisa. “I don't know what you like. If anything is less, just say.”

Lisa plays her eyebrows. Want to bribe him with food? Is it that cheap? Huh. There was no way he would betray Mr. Boss just because of a box of food.

Yoga laughed awkwardly as Lisa only gave him a look he could not decipher. Is the girl happy or dissatisfied? It's hard to make him happy.

“Already. Since it has been cooked and bought, let's eat together.” Freya mediated that awkward atmosphere.

He got up from the chair while saying, “Lisa, please help me pick up an extra plate.”

“Do not! Me!” doni and Yoga are almost the same.

The two men then looked at each other, then walked out without saying anything.

Doni sped up his steps towards the door, but Yoga half ran after him first.

“See your fans it .. I wasn't even glimpsed by the guy I liked.” Lisa propped up her chin and pretended to sulk. He already knew Doni liked Freya, but still his heart was pounding every time he saw the man.

Freya has Lisa's forehead. “See what happened to me. Don't expect too much from men. Didn't you yourself say, we should be independent and strong women.”

Lisa let out a long sigh and put on a languishing expression. “But I also want to feel in love and pampered by the person I love ...”

“Kurasa Pak Bayu is more suitable with you,” Goda Freya.

Lisa cringed in disgust. “Eeew .. I would go crazy if I dated her. Too noisy. Dorky. Irritatingly. Instead of being blown away, I can be high blood all the time.”

Freya laughed until her stomach hurt. What would Mr. Bayu say if he heard this speech? It's so sorry ....

Yoga and Doni returned shortly afterwards. They held plates, bowls and trays filled with glasses of water.

Freya and Lisa took out the food that was still in the package, moved it into a plate and bowl, and then invited the two men to come eat together.

Yoga is busy offering Freya a menu that is on the table even though Freya almost always refuses what she brings.

Next to Yoga, Doni lowered his head and ate silently. He was annoyed that Yoga came as disturbing as well as inferior because the cuisine was clearly not comparable to what the man brought.

Observing the two men in the room, Lisa took another breath and shook her head slowly. He felt sorry for himself who was ignored, and also felt sorry for the two love fighters who had lost before the war, because in this competition, he had a much stronger candidate.

Boss sir, take it easy, I'll take good care of Freya.

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