My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Freya, help me ....

One night in late October, Freya had just returned home from the cafe after ten p.m. Drizzle down since morning and never stop. The tip of his shoe was wet with water standing on the side of the road and the top of his head was filled with fine drops of water that looked like snowflakes.

Freya opened the bag and looked for the key, opened the door and entered quickly. He's cold.

He rubbed his frozen hands while lighting the stove, boiling water to make a glass of ginger tea to warm his body.

While waiting for the water to boil, he went to the room and changed clothes quickly, dried his hair with a towel, then returned to the kitchen.

Freya had just turned off the stove and poured water into the glass when the sound of the bell shocked her.

Who comes in these nights?

Did Lisa? Didn't that chatter say he wanted to go home to his father?

The bell sounded once again.

The sound of the phone ringing shocked Freya. He picked up the phone that was still in the bag and checked it.

Yoga is calling. The man did not come to the cafe as usual because there was overtime in the office.

Freya swiped the green button and answered the call, “Halo?”

“You've arrived at the apartment?”

“Yes. What's up?”

“I brought you your favorite food.“

Apparently Yoga.

“Wait a minute.” Freya turned off the phone call and rushed to open the door.

“Yoga, you ..”

Freya suddenly fell silent when she saw the person standing before her.

His blood rippled and his heart sank.

It wasn't Yoga, it was Pramudya Antasena, the man she hated so much, or at least she thought so.

Why is this bastard standing at the door?

The two stared at each other for a moment. No one's talking.

Freya observes the appearance of Pramudya who looks like an abandoned kitten. His face was full of sideburns. His body weight dropped dramatically. His shirt looks crumpled and a little oversized. His face was pale and haggard.

After a few seconds, Freya's gaze began to distort. His legs and heart gradually became unsteady.

After the days changed weeks and weeks changed months, he thought Pramudya Antasena had vanished from his heart.

But in fact, the man never left. With this appearance, the effect is still the same. The taste he was trying to kill with great difficulty now just appeared, like a piece of wood suddenly floating on the surface of the sea, bobbing over such vast water.

Freya's breathing started to drift apart. This meeting was too sudden. It's not ready.

How long have they not met?

It felt like a long time ago, but now all the cruel words that were thrown from the mouth of this bastard were like he had just heard yesterday.

Freya's hand moved quickly, about to close the door again.

But the movement of the man in front of him was faster, slipping his legs between the door so that it could not be closed perfectly.

“Freya, I'm broke ..”

Freya glares. His hand clenched and opened many times. It was clear that he was very restrained from beating the bastard in front of him until he was battered.

The devil cares about bankruptcy. Why come to his place night-night like a hauntingsong?

“Enyah!” Freya hissed like a snake ready to peck its prey to death.

“I have no place to stay. All my assets were confiscated. I—“

“Do I look like I care? No. gabe. Get out of here!” Freya kicked her ex-husband's shins in full force.

Pramudya complained, pulled his legs and rubbed his shins while jumping with one leg.

Freya used the opportunity to slam the door right in front of Pramudya's nose.

Sayup Freya heard Pramudya's voice from outside, accompanied by a weak knocking sound, then a coughing sound several times.

Freya stuck her ear to the door. It seemed like the shameless bastard was muttering something.

Bruk!

The sound of objects hitting hard enough to surprise Freya. He waited for another knock or call, but after nearly two minutes, nothing was heard.

Did that bastard give up and leave?

Good then.

Freya sneered. “Basic asshole. Surprise people night-night only.”

She turned the key child around and opened the door very carefully, wanting to check if her ex-husband had actually left.

When the door slightly opened, the sight that was in front of him made Freya soar in surprise. He opened the door wide, staring at Pramudya's body lying on the floor.

“Hei. No kidding. I'll call the security guard if you still don't want to go.”

Freya waited and counted in her heart, but Pramudya still gave no reaction.

Is he dead?

Damnit.

Freya crouched down and touched the man's forehead.

“Ah!” He pulled his hand quickly.

So hot!

“Pramudya Antasena, you are indeed a bastard! Want to die why come trouble me?” Freya hissed furiously.

“Oh, God, I can't believe this happened to me.” He muttered as he clenched his hands, looking to the right and left. Not a single person was visible.

Freya took a deep breath, lowered her head and slipped her hands under Pramudya's armpits, dragging the man's body inside.

He was very sure, if at this time anyone saw the tip of Pramudya's shoes tripping on his doorstep, they would have thought he had just committed a crime and dragged his victims to be thrown away.

“You jerk! So heavy! Bastard. Surely your sins are too much.” Freya cursed, exerting all her strength to pull Pramudya's body up onto the sofa.

He then went back outside, staring at the two large suitcases at the door with a helpless expression, sighing deeply before bringing the two things in.

Freya went to pick up the medicine box, spilled almost half of its contents on the table, ruffled the rest and looked for a fever-relieving cure.

There are still paracetamol tablets.

He turned towards Pramudya and frowned.

Has this guy eaten or not?

“Troubles only.” He clucked bitterly before returning to the kitchen, this time to make a bowl of fresh porridge.

No need to find other food. He just cooked it thankfully.

Freya was too focused in the kitchen where the door was wide open. He did not realize the man on the sofa was silently stalling a smile. The man's eyelids trembled, slightly raising his head and peering towards him.

This silly girl is still the same as before ....

Pramudya's gaze turned to the table. The writing on the two white-colored medicine bottles pierced his eyes.

It's an anti-depressant drug.

Pramudya tightened his fist. Intentionally or not, he has hurt the only woman he loves.

Now it was time to make up for all the pain he caused in his lover's heart.

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