My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Aided him

When he arrived home, the sight that greeted him left Freya stunned.

Pramudya was sitting with a serious face facing the laptop. I don't know what he's working on. The man didn't even realize he was home.

Pramudya Kuyu's face, looks very tired.

Has he been working day and night all this time?

The flu and the cough do not go away. How do you get better if you don't get enough rest?

Freya took a breath. He had been determined to expel Pramudya if he was still in his apartment when he returned. However, now he did not even have the heart to scold the man.

What burden has he been carrying all this time?

The company he built with great difficulty was taken by people just like that. Must be very hurt and disappointed. Moreover, the one who did it was his own brother. Although only half the blood, Pramudya and Tommy remain in the same lineage.

Freya did not understand why Tommy Antasena did such a heinous thing. Hurt his brother just for the sake of a pseudo-wealth. Shouldn't blood be thicker than water?

Suddenly Freya remembered Pramudya's words when she had just arrived at her apartment. The man said that he had no one else.

Grandfather's departure and the loss of Antasena Group was certainly a big blow for Pramudya. Freya's heart suddenly became a gamelan. He knows what it feels like to have nothing. He knows what it feels like to have no place to lean. There's nowhere to go. There's nowhere to complain.

Freya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Never mind.

Consider it charitable.

Pramudya looked up because he felt someone was watching. His serious facial expression turned softer when he saw the cute little girl looking at him while daydreaming.

“Home home?” sapana. One hand moved to close the laptop, the other hand tidied the stationery scattered on the table.

“Hm.” Freya muttered as she walked towards the kitchen with her head lowered.

“Eng ... it .. sorry, I have not got a place to stay with a cheap rental fee, so tonight I was forced to stay again,” Pramudya said while staring at the back of Freya who was away. He desperately wanted to stand up and go hug the girl, but he was afraid that Freya would kick him out.

“Hm. Okay.”

Pramudya was stunned to hear that short answer. He had prepared himself to listen to all his wife's nagging steadfastly. He had even prepared to pretend to faint again if Freya insisted on dragging him out. But now he is speechless. The girl allowed herself to stay again? What good wind?

In the kitchen, Freya opened the refrigerator and checked the contents. This morning, he deliberately did not cook before leaving. Now he feels a little guilty. There are only two empty packs of instant noodles in the trash. The dishes and pans used for cooking were already clean and returned to their original place. Looks like her ex-husband really tried hard not to get kicked out.

Freya took out a box containing pieces of chicken that had been marinated since morning. She had intended to do “feel” party alone when she returned home today, celebrating the return of her freedom after her ex-husband left. But now he's instead going to cook for dinner for the two of them.

Totally beyond BMKG estimates.

Hah ... how else .. blame his weak heart.

Freya laughed at herself and brought the box near the stove. While waiting for the meat is not too frozen, he cooked rice, then took out vegetables from the refrigerator and washed it clean.

Peeled garlic. Rough chopping. Saute until tanned. Set aside. Oseng-oseng kailan briefly with a big fire. Add a little sesame oil and corn sauce. Put it on a plate, sprinkle with fried garlic. The first menu is finished.

Freya took out a box of cut chicken and prepared her next menu.

From the living room, Pramudya almost forgot to blink. He watched all the movements of his wife without anyone being missed. The girl looked even more beautiful when she was seriously cooking. Although later not invited to eat together, he was already quite satisfied just by looking at him like this.

A smile adorned Pramudya's face. All of his hard work paid off. The nights of silence that made him suffer were over. Seeing the girl he loved being around him, although the girl more often put on an annoyed face and scolded him, he felt that the annoyed and angry face remained very attractive.

His brain must have completely shorted.

The fragrant aroma of cooking makes Pramudya's stomach sound loud. He cleared his throat and coughed softly to cover up the embarrassment. Fortunately, the distance from the kitchen to the living room is quite far. Otherwise, the remnants of his pride would have evaporated along with that embarrassing voice coming from his stomach.

He swallowed water and reopened his laptop. Better to work to distract. After all, that silly girl was now within her range. He doesn't have to worry about anything anymore.

The girl stood in front of the refrigerator for a few seconds, considering inwardly before finally opening the refrigerator door and taking out a bottle of red wine that was half the contents. He poured it into a glass, then took it to the table.

“Pramudya Antasena, hurry here.”

Pramudya was surprised to hear the call. He looked up and looked questioningly at his wife who was standing at the side of the kitchen table. He was already afraid of being kicked out, but then remembered that he had been given permission to stay again. So are they going to eat together now?

With a face like Pramudya getting up and walking into the kitchen.

“Sit,” Freya said as she pointed to the seat in front of her.

Pramudya sat down and waited for the next order obediently.

“Take it yourself.”

Pramudya smiled widely until the corner of his lips almost touched the earlobe. Although it was only a couple of very cold words, he was already very happy.

God, it feels like he could live for hundreds of years with this cute girl.

“See what? Fast feeding.” Freya glared in annoyance. He took a plate, filled it with vegetables and chicken, and ate without looking back at Pramudya again. Maybe he died from choking because he responded to the unreasonable man.

“Thank you,” said Pramudya sincerely. He knew Freya was still angry, but the girl kept him and took care of him selflessly, even still feeding him. Very cute and adorable. It felt like he wanted to press the girl on the dining table and kiss her lips until they were swollen.

The thought made Pramudya's face flushed. His breathing began to become irregular. He just realized, there are things that if held for too long, the consequences will be very bad.

He forced himself to sit down and eat quietly. Don't make trouble.

Fortunately, the simple dinner passed without any unwanted incident. Pramudya managed to hold back from start to finish despite seeing Freya who tied her hair high and washed the dishes making her want to kiss her nape.

“Um ... This wine ...” murmured Pramudya while staring at the glass filled with red liquid on the table. He must distract.

“Drink only.”

“Oh. Is there a celebration?”

“Yes. I wanted to celebrate my freedom after you left. But after coming back, you are still here, so ..” Freya shrugged her shoulders carelessly and arranged the dishes on the shelf.

Pramudya. So actually this girl still wants herself to leave?

The happiness that had appeared earlier slowly evaporated in the air.

Freya paid no heed to Pramudya's expression which became gloomy after hearing her words. He picked up his bag, looking for something in his wallet.

Shortly after, he pulled out a yellow gold ATM card from there.

He then approached Pramudya, thrusting the ATM card while saying, “Not much, but maybe it can help. I'm sure you can build a new, better business. Let's just say I give you capital, then count for the results after you succeed.”

After saying that, Freya turned around and walked into her room, leaving Pramudya who was still stunned with an ATM card in her hand. He has been considering this since. After all, all the money he currently had, was originally from the gift of Pramudya Antasena. Let's just say he's returning the favor.

Next to the kitchen table, Pramudya stared at the bank card in his hand as if it was an extremely rare and precious gem.

His wife still cares about him. Doesn't that mean there's hope?

The sense of happiness that had evaporated now returned suddenly, even doubled until Pramudya felt his heart would explode because it was too happy.

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Uncle, eat not while daydream🤣