My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Knowing the Lies (1)

That morning after finishing washing the dishes used for breakfast, Pramudya went to the front room. He wants to check the report sent by Bayu.

There was a gentle smile on his face as he remembered Freya saying goodbye before going to the boutique. His wife told him not to eat too late. Though usually the girl would leave without saying anything, turning her head towards him no, as if he was just a part of the air that was inside the apartment.

But this time it was different. Their relationship has improved lately. Freya was no longer a sour face the entire time. His wife also no longer ignored him as when he had just arrived. But Pramudya did not want to rush. There will be a time when he gets his wife back without any coercion. He was very sure of that.

Pramudya had just turned on his laptop when the bell rang. He thought Freya had missed something and returned, so he hurried off to open the door.

“Freya, what's ter—“

“So it's you!”

Pramudya who was initially surprised when he saw who was standing at the door finally threw a sneer when the uninvited guest looked at him with a fiery look.

“It's me, then why?” reply while scoping and leaning casually on the edge of the door.

Yoga glared annoyed. So it's true this bastard was in Freya's apartment all along. He didn't believe it when Tommy Antasena told him about it. But now that he saw with his own eyes, Pramudya stood with a stupor in front of him, as if he was laughing at himself.

Yoga observes Pramudya once again from top to bottom. The man was wearing only simple home clothes, an ordinary t-shirt and knee-length shorts, acting as if he was the host.

He clenched his hand and growled furiously, “What are you doing here?”

Pramudya was actually lazy to serve the rancid boy in front of him. But that morning his mood was good, so he wanted to play around a little.

“What do you think husbands and wives do in their residences?” reply to him while shaking his shoulders indifferently.

The rhetorical as well as ambiguous question made Yoga rise in blood.

“Former husband,” errs while gritting his teeth. His fist tightened, making his knuckles turn white. Freya has been avoiding him lately. Apparently because there's this asshole in his apartment.

“Ex-or not, what's the difference? Wh why? Did my wife not tell you that I was staying here?” ask Pramudya.

It gives a look of pity to Yoga and gives, “Pity once. You should know what your position is in his heart, Boy.”

Yoga almost exploded with anger.

The kid?

He just got called a kid by this bastard?

“Fuck you!” Yoga cussed and swung his fist at full force.

The man snorted, twitched to the left and swung his legs forward.

Yoga stumbled and almost crashed into the wall.

The grin on Pramudya's face was getting wider. He raised an eyebrow and sneered, “With such ability, you want to snatch my wife? Until anytime you won't be able to have it.”

Yoga's face flushed with embarrassment, but he didn't want to just shut up. “You are too confident! Just look, I will definitely get it back!”

“You who do not know yourself. Remember this well. Until at any time, she will only be Madam Antasena.”

“Heh. Very confident indeed. Just look when he finds out you're lying to him. Sooner or later you will be kicked out.”

“I'm not the only person lying here.” Pramudya replied casually. “See what he will do when he finds out you are conspiring with those people and doing dirty tricks in order to get close to him.”

Yoga Face paled. He could not reply to that word.

“Take it easy, Boy. I am very generous, will not divulge this little secret to my wife.” Pramudya raised his hand and waved it in the air.

“Bye. Good luck.” He then closed the door in front of Yoga's nose which was still pecking.

**

At the Fn’L Boutique, Lisa stared at the monitor screen before her with a frown. This week's earnings have dropped dramatically. There are usually more than dozens of orders in just one day so that makes Freya overwhelmed. Notifications in videos he posted on social media accounts are also always flooded with netizen comments.

However, since last week, orders have gradually reduced. There were only five purchases of items in offline stores, while on TikTok and Instagram there were no orders at all.

Strange, not usually like this.

He turned to Freya who was sketching at the table and asked, “Are you aware the store is quieter lately?”

Freya nodded. “Name of business, not always crowded. That's reasonable.”

He thought it was a normal thing. There must be people who are jealous of the development of Boutique Fn’L which is quite rapid. Two negative comments are okay. But come to think of it, it seems like these are all interrelated.

He sat down next to Freya and re-examined the other videos. It turns out that there are more new comments that vilify the quality and materials of clothing purchased in boutiques. The men used an anonymous account, but made a video with clothing that used a boutique label and linked it to the video he posted.

Not finished checking the contents of complaints stich with videos from boutique accounts, suddenly notifications entered non-stop.

Lisa panic. He hastily opened the mailbox and found dozens of notifications telling buyers that they want to make a return because they are not satisfied with the clothes they buy.

“This, try to see.” Lisa hands her phone to Freya. “Who do you think did this?”

Freya who had not taken Lisa's words seriously finally focused her attention.

Who did this?

He suddenly recalled the figure passing by the side of the podium when Tommy had a press conference. Is Yoga really involved in all these conspiracies? But for what?

“Freya.”

Lisa and Freya turned to the door at the same time. A second later, Lisa frowned. Why do these human bullies always appear everywhere?

He knew for sure Freya would ask him to leave, so he walked out without being asked.

In contrast to Lisa who showed her dislike openly, Freya's face was illegible.

“Freya, I want to talk.” Yoga walked in with long strides, ignoring the cynical glances Lisa gave him as they passed by.

“Speaking what?” ask Freya calmly.

Yoga turned towards Lisa who had come out. Thank goodness the girl didn't act. This time the problem is quite complicated.

“Pramudya stay with you? How long has it been? Why didn't you tell me?” Yoga poked his girlfriend with three consecutive questions.

Freya leaned against the sofa and looked at Yoga who stood looming before her.

“You know I'm not in the apartment, why go there?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the face of Yoga.

“A .. I ... I was ...” Nyali Yoga shriveling. He knew he couldn't lie to cover up enough of his lies.

In the end he could only sigh resignedly before replying, “Um, someone told me that Pramudya lives with you, so I went to see her.”

“Tommy Antasena told you, didn't she?”

Yoga was surprised. How did Freya know?

On the sofa, Freya nodded her head. Now half of his guesses have been proven correct. “You teamed up with the man to drop Pramudya.”

It was more like a statement than a question. Yoga cannot deny it. In addition, he knew Freya would get even more angry and disappointed if she tried to argue or defend herself.

“Freya, I—“

“I'm disappointed. You know?”

“Freya, I can explain it ...“ Yoga came forward and was about to grab Freya's hand, but her hand was pushed hard.

“I guess we can be friends again. I really thought we could start all over by having a good relationship. But I was wrong, Yoga. Time can really change a person. The yoga I know is not like this. I'm very disappointed. Not because Pramudya is my ex-husband, but because you used dirty tricks like this to get close to me. We don't have to see each other again.”

“Freya—“

“Go.”

“I'm sorry, Freya. Please—“

“Go from here. I don't want to see you.”

“Freya, Pramudya is not as innocent as you think. He lied to you too! If you don't believe me, I can—“

“I said get out of here! He is lying or not, it has nothing to do with you!” Freya's hands and voice were trembling. It was obvious how much he was holding back his anger and disappointment.

Yoga speechless. He looked at Freya with complex emotions filling his chest cavity. However, he knew clearly that he had lost. He has lost more than Pramudya Antasena.