My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Fall Sick

In mid-August, the Fn'L Boutique officially opened. There is a 20% discount for the first 100 buyers. That left nearly 50 percent of the clothes on display sold out.

Clothes tops and dresses made by Freya are in great demand by visitors, especially with good materials and friendly prices in the pocket, there are some people who buy four to five pieces of clothing at a time.

Lisa was soaring with excitement because of the success of that first day. He looks more excited than Freya who only smiles a little at his behavior.

“Bos, food treat, dong!” lisa shouted while clapping her hands with excitement.

Freya who was recording income that day nodded. “OK. What do you want to eat?

“There is a restaurant at the end of the road that promos all you can eat. I want ... Jesus, Freya, why are you?!” Lisa is shocked, but reacts quickly to Freya's staggering approach.

“Lisa, I ..” Freya blinked a few times. Her gaze is twitching.

Just now okay, why is his head suddenly dizzy?

Warm feeling spread from the base of his nose to the bottom. Freya raised her hand rubbing the tip of her nose. There was a layer of red fluid that was wavy on his index finger and middle finger.

He lowered. Blood flowed down, dripping on the table and splashing about his clothes.

Freya staggered back. His hand reached out looking for a grip.

"Freya!" Lisa jumps up, grabbing Freya's hand that has lost consciousness. He held Freya's body tight, not to fall on a chair or table.

“Freya!” Yoga who had just entered brought the mannequin on display in front threw the object and immediately helped.

“Let me alone,” he said while lifting Freya's body in her cradle.

“Quick take to hospital!” Lisa exclaimed in panic. He picked up Freya's bag and his own bag, locked the door quickly, and soon followed Yoga who had arrived near the car.

“Lisa, what's up?” yelled Doni from the front door of the cafe.

“Freya fainted! Yoga and I will take her to the hospital!” Lisa called out while opening the car door. He entered, asking Yoga to lay Freya's head on his lap, not caring about the blood that had stained her clothes and pants.

“Thanks to his head higher,” commands Yoga while turning on his car engine.

“I know. Quickly little!” lisa exclaimed as she pressed down on Freya's nose.

Damnit. Why won't the blood stop?!

Lisa panics when she sees blood still flowing out of Freya's nose.

Yoga stepped on the gas pedal deeply and drove through the night. Many times he honks while overtaking a passing vehicle.

Lisa's heart pounded in horror with Yoga driving the car, but she did not want to ask the man to slow down, only to pray that they would get to the hospital safely.

At the speed of the car, they arrived at a nearby public hospital in just ten minutes.

Yoga parked the car in front of the ER door, screaming for the guards and nurses standing guard in front.

“Please, she's nosebleed and fainted!”

The nurse called her partner. The security guard took the gurney.

Freya's body is quickly moved to the top of the gurney, then pushed inside. Lisa and Yoga followed from behind, but the nurse held them at the entrance of the action room.

“Who is his family member?” ask the nurse.

“I.” Yoga answered without thinking twice.

“Good, please take care of the administration first in the registration section, yes. From this hallway to the right, later at the end of the right turn again.”

“Good.” Yoga turned his head towards Lisa and said, “You wait here.”

“Who is the patient's name?” ask the nurse to Lisa.

“Freya.”

“Mbak is his brother too?”

“Iya.”

“Good. Please wait, yes. Later notified if the patient is awake or transferred to the inpatient room.”

Lisa nodded. What else could he do but wait?

Oh.

Lisa patted her forehead.

He must inform Mr. Bayu!

After the nurse left, Lisa immediately pulled out her phone and sent a direct message to Mr. Bayu.

[Night Sir, Freya entered Insan Permata Hospital. He's nosebleed and fainted]

[There is yoga here]

[Now Freya is still in the ER]

After pacing back and forth while thinking, he decided to send the message to the Boss as well.

It's late at night. What if Mr Bayu is asleep? Do not let the Boss to be late to receive this information.

Lisa copies the message she sent to Mr. Bayu, then sends it to a number she almost never contacts. Despite having the contact of Mr. Boss, he did not dare to carelessly send a message, let alone make a phone call.

After which, he sighed and looked for a seat.

If anything happened to Freya, she could not imagine what the Boss would do. Is that guy coming straight here? Or just pretend not to care.

Too bad. Two people who love each other should be like this because of the revenge affair that makes a headache. It is complicated for the life of rich people. Although they were struggling with treasures, they could not live quietly. Referee and be suspicious at all times, even having to stay away from loved ones for his safety.

“Where is he? How's it going?”

Lisa looked up when she heard the question. Yoga is back. The man was looking at her with an expression that was no less panicked and chaotic. But somehow Lisa suddenly just the emotion of seeing Yoga like that.

He got up and approached Yoga, stopped about three steps in front of the man, and without warning, he slapped a very hard slap.

Yoga surprised one second, then glared furiously in the next second.

“You're crazy? Why hit me?!” It didn't hurt too much, but it was the shame that upset her. The people around were staring at them with curious expressions.

“No need to pretend plain pretender! It's disgusting! All because of you! Know it?! All this is the result of your actions! If only you let her and her husband live quietly, Freya wouldn't be like this! Do you know how she cries every day? You're selfish! Are you satisfied to see him suffer? Satisfied to see him like this? You think after all this, you can get it back? Just dream!” Lisa screams in anger, not caring if she becomes a free spectacle for people. His face and eyes were hot. Her heart ached seeing Freya's condition like this.

The anger of Yoga shrinks rapidly. His mouth opened several times, but not a single sentence of self-defense came out of his mouth. He knew he did have a hand so Freya like now. Both of his hands clenched tightly at his sides, enduring the turmoil of feelings that came in turn: anxious, angry, worried, regretful, hopeful, hesitant. The emotions inside his chest were so complex. He doesn't know which one to process first.

“If until something happens to Freya, you just see .. I won't stay silent.” Lisa's gaze was burning and fiery. He really meant that word. He will certainly teach this delinquent a lesson if Freya's condition worsens.

He does not have money and power, but there is Pak Bayu and Pak Bos behind him. He's not afraid.

At least break his hands and feet to avoid getting close to Freya again. Really annoying.

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