My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Silent Love (2)

In the following months, Freya was preoccupied with the process of creating additional space for boutiques and the promotion of their designs on social media, ranging from Instagram, Website, Facebook, and TikTok.

Lisa was with him the whole time. After returning from campus, the two of them immediately went to the cafe to oversee the development of the boutique.

Freya does not use the services of architects and interior design because it is over budget. He asked the handyman Lisa sought from TikTok to build the room according to the sketches he made.

For the interior of the room, Freya also made her own design by looking at examples from the internet. He bought the needed items online, then asked the handyman to install them to save on expenses.

At night, he overtime worked on sketches of clothes that he would later sell online and for display in boutiques. On Saturdays and Sundays, he would go to the fabric wholesale center to pick out materials, or start tweaking the sewing of the clothes. He barely had time to rest. From morning to night, no time is wasted.

In addition, he still has to make videos and photos of the product with Lisa, then edit them before they are posted on social media.

Lisa was frightened by seeing Freya forcing herself to work beyond her limits.

“Freya, you're not a robot. Your body needs a break,” scolds Lisa one night, when they just finished shooting a video to upload to TikTok in the living room.

“I've rested,” replied Freya without turning her head. His fingers were still busy moving on the phone screen.

“Do not lie. That big dark circle under your eyelids can't fool me.”

“Didn't you say you have to keep uploading videos until viral? Until the fyp. That way can be seen by many people.” Freya stays engaged with her phone, editing videos in paid apps that provide a great variety of features for editing photos and videos.

“Yes, but that doesn't mean you're like this. What if you are sick? Who's bothered? Boutique opening can be delayed if you are sick,” lick Lisa.

“No. Just chill. If you are already sleepy, go to sleep first. I'll sleep soon too.”

Lisa ruffled her waist and clucked. Why is it so hard to advise this one human being?

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It's past midnight. He was already sleepy, but did not have the heart to go to sleep first.

The last few days he had been staying in Freya's apartment. In addition to accompanying, also to keep an eye on the girl. He was really worried about the condition of his best friend who suddenly became crazy at work.

“Tomorrow we still have to go to campus.” Lisa is still trying to remind me.

“I'm fine, won't be late. Don'tbeafraid. There, go to bed.” Freya waved her hands in the air, gesturing for Lisa to leave.

Lisa breathed a helpless breath. Although Freya did not say it directly, she knew her friend was often unable to sleep until late at night.

He suspects it may be due to Freya's separation from Mr. Boss. Who is not heartbroken is decided again unfortunately. But he also could not explain the special conditions he knew to Freya.

“Alright, I sleep first. You do not force yourself, rest when you are tired.” Lisa surrender. He really is very sleepy. Despite feeling bad, he couldn't push himself like Freya.

“Oke.” Freya gave her thumbs up and reviewed the smile.

After Lisa went to the room, the smile on Freya's face disappeared. It exits the video editing menu and opens the gallery.

There are many photos of Pramudya there. When the man wears an apron and cooks in the kitchen. When the man was focusing on working in front of his laptop. When they walk along the beach. While they were lying together on the bed, the man secretly stole a kiss on his cheek.

The smile on Freya's face flashed again, but her eyes were heated and flooded by tears.

There were so many memories that he could not forget.

How could that bastard so easily say he was bored?

Freya's temples throbbing pain. His head hurt from holding back sobs.

He doesn't want to sleep. When on the bed, the memory when Pramudya hugged her gently always burst to the surface.

He was used to sleeping in the man's arms. He was used to the calming smell of his body. Already accustomed to his hands that are coiled around the waist and give a sense of comfort.

Now how can he sleep?

For her, sleep was a nightmare even before the dream began.

Freya cupped her face in her hands, lowered her head to the table and sobbed softly.

Even after the man had behaved so cruelly, he still could not hate him.

One thing Freya didn't realize, in a different place, someone was bearing the same pain.

Pramudya stared at the screen of his phone while frowning. The video was sent by Lisa who secretly recorded it without Freya's knowledge.

Be ill.

His heart was like being squeezed every time he saw the girl he loved crying. Moreover, the tears that were spilled were because of her.

He rubbed his phone screen with his index finger, touching the top of Freya's head that was bowed on the table.

Pramudya turned his gaze to the laptop screen that was still on. There is so much work to be done by him. Day and night work hard only to be reunited with her lover soon.

Resisting longing was not as easy as he had imagined. He did not dare to sleep in his room or in Freya's room. That place was only when he entered during the day, when his longing was already unbearable.

When night comes, he prefers to sleep in the study, bending his legs and curling up on the couch. Although uncomfortable, he could sleep for a moment without waking up and looking for his wife who used to be wrapped up in his arms.

Even in the office, he evokes memories of his wife. When they first met. When the girl looked at him timidly as well as emotionally because her salary was cut just because of a cup of coffee. Pramudya always laughs when remembering the moment.

Were it not for the sheer amount of time-consuming work, it felt like he wanted to let go of everything and run into the arms of his little wife, letting go of the longing that was so stifling in the chest.

But he still has to wait. Just halfway through. Do not let all plans fail because his heart is not strong resist longing.

A bitter smile was engraved on Pramudya's lips. He stared at the picture on the table. A beautiful face with a pair of brilliant eyes as if staring straight at the bottom of her soul.

His eyes slowly softened, wiping the face in the photo very carefully and full of love.

“My dear, hold on in a moment. When this is all done, I will definitely bring you back ...”

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