My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram
Adu Tricks
Mr. Brata cleared his throat awkwardly. He stared at his phone and Pramudya, sitting in front of him in turn, did not know how to convey the message that had just entered to the young man.
Pramudya who was focusing on checking the documents piled on the table finally could not take it anymore. The important letters that Mr. Brata brought have been signed. That man should have been gone since.
He looked up and looked at the old man who looked so wrong and asked, “What's wrong, Mr Brata? Is there anything else to talk about?”
Mr. Brata took a deep breath before speaking carefully, “Mrs Freya has already asked three times when divorce papers were sent to her address. I've run out of reasons to buy time. Madam says if I don't have time, just leave the files to him, he'll go take care to the Civil Registry.”
“When did he send that message?” ask Pramudya.
“The first message is sent one week after the Madam is out of the house. The second message was sent a month later. Third message just entered five minutes ago.”
Pramudya was silent for a very long time. Jaw hardens. His grip tightened so that the paper he was holding made a rustling sound.
His little wife really can't wait for “part” officially?
He recalled the report given by Lisa that Freya was getting closer to Yoga. Is it because of that guy? His wife wants to go back with her ex-boyfriend?
Mr. Brata coughed softly.
Pramudya turned towards him.
“Young people, let me speak as a parent. I think you better tell me what's really going on. Do not be sorry later .. women like Miss Freya, not necessarily you find again in the future,” said Mr. Brata.
Pramudya. He knew that speech was true. Perhaps the fortune of his entire life he had spent on finding a woman like his wife.
Mr. Brata sighed softly, standing up from his seat while saying, “Think about it again. Don't be sorry. I say goodbye first.”
The old man turned around and left, leaving Pramudya still dumbstruck as he stared at the picture of his wife on the desk.
After a long silence, Pramudya took his phone and called Bayu. A connecting tone was heard twice before the call was raised.
“What's up, Pram?”
“Has everything been executed as planned?”
“Yes. You just calm down. I make sure this time there is no gap for them to escape.”
“Thank you. Sorry to bother you.”
“No problem, origin after this I can leave one month.”
“After this you can leave three months with full paid salary.”
“Yes! Ouch! Aaah ... shit ... pain ...”
The sound of screams and groans of Bayu from across there made the corner of Pramudya's lips twitch. He could imagine what the careless man did when he heard he was about to get three months off.
His best friend deserves a sabbatical.
In addition to making himself a shield when the elevator accident two months ago, Bayu has also worked very hard to help even though he was injured. The three-month leave is not worth all the sacrifices.
“OK. You also rest a little. Don't get sick.”
“Hm.” Pramudya disconnected the phone and looked back at the photo on the table.
Just one more step ....
***
In a Japanese-style restaurant, Tommy Antasena raises a glass filled with wine and toasts with Vishnu Aditama. The two tilted the glass, sniffing out the aroma of fermenting the best wine before sipping it slowly.
The sweet aroma tickles the sense of smell, combined with the distinctive taste of fine wine selection, the wisdom of victory that remains one step ahead of the eyes.
“Congratulations, you finally managed to win the tender,” said Vishnu while smiling widely.
“Thank you, this is all because of Uncle's help,” Tommy replied with a cramped face.
Permata Buana has just signed a cooperation contract with a fantastic value. With the help of the middle-aged man in front of him, Tommy managed to win a tender worth 200 trillion to build the Kalimantan cross highway.
“Ah, it's nothing.” Vishnu waved his hand casually, but could not cover the proud expression on his face. With the connections he has, it is not a difficult matter to win such a tender.
“I with Uncle company also got part in offshore oil mine project in Middle East. Congratuations. This win is indeed worth celebrating.”
“Yes, but this victory was not absolute before I saw the downfall of Pramudya Antasena. That bastard has made my daughter suffer. I want him to fall down and not be able to rise again, creeping on the ground like a vagrant and having nothing.” There is a great hatred emanated from the eyes of Vishnu Aditama when saying that sentence.
To this day, her beloved daughter is still unconscious. Carissa was already like an undead, unable to respond to anything. His poor daughter was lying on a hospital bed with a body full of life support tools. Without those tools, it was certain that his daughter would die.
Where can he let Pramudya Antasena live happily while his daughter no longer has a future. He has sworn to destroy Pramudya without mercy, and he will certainly carry out his oath.
“I heard he has divorced his wife,” said Vishnu suddenly.
Tommy nodded at a glance. “Yes. They haven't been together for a long time. What's up, Uncle?”
“You're sure it's not just his wits?”
A faint smile appeared on Tommy's face. He understood what the question meant.
He weighed carefully before answering, “The girl is now with Yoga Pratama. It is impossible to return with Pramudya. After all she was just an orphan girl who had nothing. In addition, Uncle would definitely offend Pratama Group if he harmed her. Now we just focus on the original plan.”
Vishnu stared at Tommy long enough, trying to dig out the truth in his words. He then took a breath and exhaled it strongly. There was a huge grudge in his heart. He wants Pramudya to know what it's like to see the person he loves hurt and helpless. However, judging from Tommy's attitude and words, it seems that the poor girl who had become Pramudya's wife does not mean anything else.
“Alright, since you already said so, Uncle will listen to you.” Vishnu raised his glass and thrust towards Tommy.
“Repeated for the destruction of Pramudya Antasena,” he said.
Tommy raised his glass with a big smile. “Recurring for the fall of Antasena Group.”
***
