My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Knowing the Lies (2)

Bayu stands with both hands inserted in his pants pocket. He observed Pramudya who was serious in front of his laptop.

For hours his friend had not changed from his position. He himself has been back and forth from room to kitchen, to the living room to watch, play games on the phone, lying again in the room, but Pramudya is still not finished.

“Need help?” bargain, do not have the heart to see Pramudya forced himself like that.

“Not necessary. What you did was enough. Rest, your condition has not fully recovered,” Pramudya replied without looking up.

“Who said? Look, I can already raise my hand,” Bayu denied while raising both his hands in the air. His condition has improved considerably although doctors still advise him to rest for a few more weeks.

“You're sure Vishnu Aditama's men did exactly that?” Pramudya shifted the subject.

“Yes. He did. A few days ago his men were lurking around the apartment. Looks like they followed you when they went there, then wandered around to find information.”

“How about Dance?”

“No movement. Looks like he is very satisfied because his son managed to get Antasena Group.”

Pramudya. Women who are greedy for wealth are too easily complacent.

“You didn't tell your wife that you came here?” tanya Bayu while sitting in front of Pramudya.

“No. I said you were broke. Where may still have apartment.”

“What?! You swear me? You fucking bastard! I really shit—”

“I bought two villas in Bali. One for my wife, one for you.”

“... aaah .. I mean I am really lucky to have a friend like you. Pram, you have nothing to say. How could I be angry. We ‘kan friends. There's no way I can watch you get kicked out of your wife's apartment. Just tell him that I've become a badass, have nothing left .. I don't mind at all.” Bayu got up while waving his hands excitedly.

“What do you want to drink? A coffee? Cold water? Hungry not?” tanyakanya.

Pramudya too lazy to serve the delinquent delinquent. He had to finish his job and return before Freya came home.

That day he was forced to hitch a ride in Bayu's apartment to carry out one last, most crucial step, there should be no mistake.

After this, everything will be completely finished.

**

The living room was still dark when Freya returned to the apartment. He pressed the switch near the door. Pramudya who usually sits waiting for him while struggling with a laptop is not visible.

Did the man leave?

The key that Lisa used to hold was indeed given to Pramudya. He was worried that Pram would have trouble going anywhere if he was going to campus or cafe.

Freya took off her shoes and put them on the shelf, then walked to her room to change clothes.

Somehow the Yoga talk about Pram lying was enough to bother him all day.

What is Pramudya's lie?

The contents of his stomach felt like he was being stirred because of too many preconceptions that were in his head.

How would he have to face the man if his conjecture was correct?

What if it turns out the assumption is wrong?

What should he do with Pramudya Antasena?

On one hand he was still angry because the man threw him away arbitrarily, then came as if nothing had ever happened. This matter, he had never discussed it with Pramudya. He is too afraid to face the reality that he may not be able to accept.

He had once thought of a thousand reasons why Pramudya behaved like that, but none of them made him feel quite certain.

On the other hand, he could not bear to drive the man away. Or maybe because he still has a taste?

Freya bit her lips and closed her eyes.

As hard as he tried to hate Pramudya Antasena, his heart could never.

“Freya?”

The call from the outside breaks Freya's daydream. He blinked in a daze and sharpened his ears.

“You've come home?”

Freya took a breath. It was indeed the voice of the man he was thinking about.

He got out of bed and opened the door.

“What's up?” tanyakanya.

“When are you home?”

“You don't want to know where I'm from?” pramudya asked while commenting on a seductive smile.

“For what to ask something that is not my business.”

Pramudya's smile froze at the answer.

"If there's nothing important, I'm going to sleep." Freya already wanted to close the door, but Pramudya held her back.

“Can you talk to me for a minute?” ask the man.

Freya raised her eyebrows. Yoga wanted to talk, now this guy wants to talk. Did they make a deal?

“Speaking what?” freya asked, still putting a flat expression on her face.

“I heard the boutique is quiet, many customers are complaining and asking for returns,” said Pramudya carefully.

Freya's eyes squeaked. “Where did you know?”

“Um, Lisa told Bayu, then Bayu told me.”

“Lisa still in touch with Pak Bayu?” ask Freya. Why didn't the chatter ever say this to him?

“Yes. They still exchange news. Me and Bayu too.”

“Oh.” The suspicion in Freya's heart grew even greater, but she still held it back. He wanted to see how far Pramudya Antasena played with him.

Pramudya took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to Freya.

“Password is your birthday,” he said.

Freya stared at the card and Pramudya's face alternated. As a business person, he knows this card holder must have an income of at least 1 million USD per year. That equates to Rp 14.3 billion.

His hands were tightly clenched. So this is the lie that Yoga is meant to be? Or how many other lies?

Very amusing. He gave the gold card that was not enough to this bastard because he felt sorry. Now look who should be pitied? He was completely blind because he still liked this jerk.

“I think you're broke. this ATM, you didn't come out today to go rob a bank, did you?” ask her with a scornful tone. He had no intention of receiving the card.

“Freya ... I .. I can explain. I didn't mean to trick you.” Pramudya stopped talking for a while, arranging a pounding on his chest that was getting crazier. His wife's gaze was terrifying, making all the courage he had gathered with great difficulty now shrink slowly.

Freya sat down and waited for Pramudya to continue his speech.

“Actually there are still companies abroad. Antasena Group is bankrupt, but .. um, that .. I ....” Pramudya's voice slowly weakened. His hand that had been stuck in the air without a welcome finally drooped.

“I know I was wrong. There's no defense for that. Sorry ...”

Freya half-deadly held back her eyes from getting wet. His fucking weakness. The emotions that were held back more often made her cry. He won't cry in front of this bastard.

“Funny right? Playing me like this?” he asked with a trembling voice.

“Freya, I'm not—“

“You must be very happy, ‘kan? Already satisfied? Glad to see me like a fool? Glad to see me suffer? You scoundrels! Pramudya Antasena, I hate you! I hate you! Take your stuff and get out of here! I don't want to see you! Quickly go from here!”

Pramudya came forward and hugged Freya. He pressed his wife's lips and plundered strongly. In the kiss there are various emotions mixed into one. He had held all this desire for too long. He was almost dead from a painful longing. He was also afraid that Freya would actually drive him away and not take him back.

Freya growled furiously. He thrashed with all his might, kicking and beating Pramudya mercilessly.

Pramudya tried to hold Freya's hands while continuing to kiss the very sweet lips. He did not expect his wife to go on a rampage like this.

He suddenly groaned as Freya's kick hit his shins hard. The pain ran to his head. He slumped when one hit landed again on his stomach. He grimaced in pain. It seems his little wife is really angry.

“You bastard! Goddamn bum! Goddamnit! We're divorced! Don't forget that! I'll report this with accusations of pe le cehan!” Freya shouted full of anger, still trying to let go of Pramudya's very tight embrace.

Pramudya caught the hand of Freya who was about to punch her chest again.

“Freya, actually .. we are still husband and wife,” he said slowly.

He couldn't hold on to the secret much longer.

***

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