My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Who's That Man?

The trip to Pramudya residence only takes half an hour. Freya could not resist and was amazed when entering the super luxurious elite residential area. Especially when the car he was riding stopped in front of a very large house. The page is even wider.

Crazy one! How much money was spent on building a residence this grand?

Freya really could not imagine how much wealth Pramudya Antasena. Suddenly he felt very nervous and awkward. Their social status differences were simply too terrifying. In any case, he does not deserve to be with Pramudya Antasena.

“Do not want to go down?”

Freya came to her senses from her daydream, staring at the open car door in a daze. Should he come down? Is it possible to have the driver drive her back to her cramped, shabby contract?

“You must learn to remember that my patience is very limited.”

“Sorry, I just ...” Freya held all her words in her heart, then stepped down very reluctantly. If Mr. Bayu came to this place, maybe he would feel much better.

In the morning sunlight, a tall and sturdy Pramudya shadow enveloped Freya's body. The two stared at each other in silence, unable to guess the contents of each other's heads. In the end, the first Pramudya turned his face and walked in without saying anything.

Freya sneered in her heart. Mr. Bayu's attitude and personality are much more pleasant than this fierce CEO.

The girl was silent for a moment, not knowing what to do. Two seconds later, he followed closely behind. Just a few steps away, a middle-aged man confronted him and greeted politely.

“Good morning, Young Madam. I am the butler. I'll take you to room.”

Freya looked at the friendly-looking old man and smiled. “Good, thank you, Mr.”

“They don't have to be shy. Let ....”

Freya glanced at Pramudya who climbed the stairs without turning to him, then mocked herself inwardly. What did he expect? That the man would be nice and treat her sweetly? Just dream!

The servants lined up from the entrance did not dare to raise their heads. Only the butler would welcome and deliver their Master's guest to the prepared room. They had just heard the news that their Master was about to get married. Looks like this morning the Master brought home their future mistress. They quietly looked up when the Master had reached the very top of the stairs, then glanced at the young plain-clothed girl who was tailing behind the butler.

The waiter-clothed women stared at each other and exchanged glances. Their master ... will marry that dirty girl? Did they not see wrong?

They sighed and returned to their respective posts. Nevermind ... Whom you want to marry, it's none of their business.

Freya followed the butler in silence. Occasionally his eyes glanced left and right, then slowly exhaled his bated breath. All the furniture inside the house was definitely not cheap stuff. From small knick-knacks in a display cabinet to paintings in a nearly two-meter-long frame mounted on the wall, everything looks very classy and elegant.

The girl silently lowered her head and noticed the shoes she was wearing. It feels like crying. The difference looks like heaven and earth. The pair of shoes he bought at Pasar Senen was clearly very different from all the items in the house. Even the clothes that Mr. Pram bought while he was in the hospital were seen going down a notch when worn by him.

Suddenly Freya's mood goes bad. He felt he was in the wrong place. He did not deserve to be here at all, let alone standing by Pramudya Antasena's side.

“Mistress, this is the room for you.”

Sanga the butler stopped suddenly and turned to look at Freya, making the girl almost hit her shoulder. Fortunately he could brake on time, otherwise ....

The girl smiled awkwardly and apologized. “I'm sorry, Mr. .. I don't see Mr stop.”

“It's okay, Madam don't hesitate. Oh, yes, Madam can call me Mr. Anton.” The white-haired man smiled politely.

Freya replied to him while nodding softly. “Good, Mr. Anton. Thank you.”

“Please enter, Mistress. If Madam needs something, please use the extension on the table to call the waiter.”

Mr. Anton passed immediately after the door closed. He had to leave immediately and brief the hundreds of servants who were in the residence. For decades, Pramudya Antasena never took women to his home. They are used to a regular rhythm.

However, this time sir they brought home the Young Madam candidate suddenly. Everything must be prepared in a hurry. Fortunately, there were no unwanted things. If not .. fiuh ....

The butler quietly wiped his sweat. He's too old. His heart was not prepared to accept such a sudden change. He feels grateful. At least their Young Madam candidates didn't look like spoiled, power-mad rich girls. The girl looked very polite and humble. Hopefully it is his true nature, not just pretending in front of Mr. Pram.

In the upper room, the newly finished Pramudya took a bath sitting on the sofa by the window. He opened his phone and read the file sent by Bayu. The content of the file is a summary of information about his future wife, starting from the date of her existence in the orphanage; where she ended her SD, Junior High School, and High School; also information about her colleagues in the cafe.

In addition, there is additional information that Freya had attended karate classes and had a black belt when she was in 2nd grade High School. The girl also once took care of a street fighting arena with a male friend when sitting in the 3rd grade of High School. However, the following year the man disappeared without a trace, which means.

Pram frowned. The last information feels awkward. Why did the man leave without saying goodbye? Did they fight?

Pramudya called Bayu's number.

“Who's the guy's name?” tanyanya so the call connected.

Bayu who had just arrived at the office suddenly stared and digested the question just now. Which men? Whatdoes thatmean? Why suddenly ask about a man's name?

“That guy, what's his name? Why did he just leave that girl?” pram is impatient. Why is his best friend's brain so slow?

“Oh ... the man ...” Bayu refrained from rolling his eyeballs in annoyance. Early in the morning bothering him just to ask the name of his love rival? Hmh! Pramudya is getting quiet apparently. There really is no work.

However, despite that, Bayu could only set his tone and continue, “I only know his pseudonym is Thunder. The man I told to track down his whereabouts hasn't told you yet. I'll tell you right away if I get the information.”

“Why take care of something so trivial like this for so long? What if it turns out they're conspiring and targeting me?” cecar Pramudya is upset.

On the other hand, Bayu resisted the strong desire to curse his best friend and hung up the phone right then and there. However, he kept trying to be patient and said, “If you think it's easy, you find out for yourself. Or else, you just cancel the wedding with the girl. Marry a woman whose origins and background are clear. Don't bother me.”

Pramudya was silent for a while when he heard Bayu's nagging. He knew he was demanding too much. It's good if you're emotional.

“Sorry, it's been a hassle.”

"Hm." Bayu only muttered in a low voice.

Both of them were silent for a while until finally Bayu who first opened his voice.

"Pram, you don't want to tell this to Old Man?" tanyakanya. Honestly, he was worried about this since Pramudya said he wanted to marry the office girl. But he did not dare to ask.

Darian Antasena is an old man whose temperament is unpredictable. He did not want Pramudya to get into trouble if this contract marriage reached his grandfather's ears.

"I'll take care of it. You take care of that guy's problem." Pramudya hung up the phone and stared out the window.

Damnit. His heart rate soared with emotion. Either because Bayu has not found that information or because he thinks Freya has been close to others. Has the girl ever been in a relationship with that guy? To what extent is their relationship?

Pramudya's forehead shrivels. He does not like unclean women.

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