My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Confrontations

The morning sunlight that broke through from the window slit, made Freya frown. The figure of the man in his dream slowly faded, whereas the man had yet to finish his words.

“Yoga ... what? I didn't hear ...” Freya's lips were softly smelling.

His eyelids are shaking. His forehead creased. He tried to move his hand to reach the man in his dream, but it sounded “gedebuk” quite loud.

“Ah!”

Freya shrieked and opened her eyes in a daze. The frown on his forehead looked deeper and deeper. The room was very foreign. The large bed above his head looked like the bed of nobles, very much different from the cheap folding mattress he used to use.

Freya stroked her buttocks that were smashed onto the floor, then held on to the side of the bed. His pair of round eyes peered around in wonder and wonder.

This room ....

That pair of round eyes was patterning.

He soon realized that he was brought back to the residence of Pramudya Antasena. The butler led him to this room. Shortly after, a servant came and showed me a walk in closet full of women's clothes. All of them contained clothes that were very suitable in size, only the price was much different, maybe hundreds of times the price of the clothes he used to wear.

Freya knew there was no point in protesting, so she just said thanks to the waiter. Then, after bathing and changing clothes, he immediately fell asleep. Then ... I don't know why he dreamed about Yoga ....

Freya sat on the edge of the bed and pensive. For a very long time he did not remember or dream about Yoga. Why is this time suddenly ... is it because he is about to get married?

A sour and bitter taste gathered in Freya's esophagus. He sighed softly and got up to stand up to go to the bathroom. What has passed need not be thought about. Now is the time to face what is in sight.

After bathing and changing clothes, Freya opened the door of the room. The servant who had greeted him at the door, bowed and saluted politely.

“Good morning, Young Madam. Sir said to wait a while if it was ready first. Breakfast has been prepared under.”

Young Madam ... since arriving at this place, this greeting “Muda” made Freya goosebumps a little. But is there anything he can do to reject it? There aren't. Of course there isn't.

Therefore he can only force a single smile and say, “Good. I'm coming down.”

The waiter bowed and stepped aside, giving way to Freya.

Freya observed the hallway in front of her room. Walls on the right and left, all decorated with expensive objects. Even Freya believes the carpet she is stepping on also costs tens or hundreds of millions. Really a rich man's house.

He climbed down the stairs, following the instructions from the waiter to go to the dining room. However, before his footsteps reached the dining room door, there was a sharp and full of ridicule from the right side of his body.

“Wild cat from where picked up by Pram?”

Freya's body froze. Without even looking, he knew the insinuation was directed at him.

“See, don't even have the manners to greet parents.”

Freya gritted her teeth and turned her head slowly. The grin on his face even looked stiff as he looked at the poisonous old woman who had just insinuated it.

“Halo, good morning, Aunty. Do we know each other?” sapana.

The elderly woman carrying the latest LV bag was throbbing, staring at Freya from head to toe, as if giving an assessment to a pet whether obedient or not.

“A stray cat, despite being given expensive clothes, still only a stray cat.” The woman sneered and turned to the servant nearby. “Where is Pram?”

“Master hasn't come down, Big Mistress.”

There was a flash of shock in Freya's eyes.

Grand Madam?

“Don't scare my future wife, Bibi.” Pramudya walked down the stairs, looking straight at the woman who was talking to Freya.

The old woman looked over with a bit of surprise. His pair of eyes looked in disbelief as he asked, “Calon wife? So is she really your future wife? Pram, aren't you wrong? Aunty will introduce more beautiful women with the same social status as us. Why demean with a lowly woman like this?”

Pramudya's face turned murky. With a calm and steady pace, in an instant he had arrived beside Freya.

“Aibi need not bother. I wouldn't go wrong choosing like dad.”

The remark made the face in the old woman paled. Despite trying to appear strong, Freya could see her fingers trembling from holding back anger and shame.

Freya looked at Pram's face and the woman took turns. He doesn't understand. The waiter called the woman “Mrs Besar”, doesn't that mean she is the mother of Pramudya Antasena? Then why did Pram call him “Bibi”? Or is their relationship just an aunt and nephew?

“Pram, Aunty didn't mean anything bad. It's just, a woman like this .. it's very inappropriate to be your wife. Do you not suspect that he just wants to target your treasure? What if he's done this before? Snare the rich men with her innocent body and face!” The old woman clenched her hands together with emotion. Unable to reply to Pramudya's words, he could only vent them to his future wife!

Suddenly the whole room became quiet. The sound of an antique clock ticking on the wall could even be heard clearly. Freya was trembling with anger. He had never been humiliated like this before. As poor and as low as he was in the eyes of these rich people, he still had some self-esteem. However, being aware of his current position, he could only endure all those insults inwardly.

Sensing the change in Freya, Pramudya reached out and gripped the girl's fingers carefully.

Freya tried to let go of Pramudya's hand, but the man pulled his hand until Freya's body stuck to his waist.

“I asked him to marry me,” Pramudya said. “He's ready, and I'm very grateful. If he wants all my property, just take it. I don't mind. Besides, this marriage has nothing to do with you. As an outsider, you have no right to set what I can and cannot do.”

The old woman opened and closed her mouth without a sound. A greeting change from “Bibi” to “Anda” is clear to show his status in the Antasena Family. His pair of gray eyes were perfectly rounded. With a slight tremble, his index finger held out in the air.

“You ... you ..!” Although very angry, he could not say anything out loud because his position was not higher than Pramudya Antasena. In the end, he could only endure all that vexation in his heart.

He had come to insult Pramudya's future wife and make her leave the house. However, Pramudya's speech made him die a flea. The old woman seemed to want to argue, but did not find a suitable sentence. Finally, he clenched his feet in annoyance then turned his body and left without saying anything more.

“Do not care what he says, he is a nobody,” Pramudya said after the woman was not seen again.

He then turned to the waiter and said, “Kelak can't let strangers into this residence carelessly.”

“Good, Mr.” The servants answered simultaneously.

“Come, go breakfast.” Pramudya released a check on Freya's hand and gestured to follow her.

He gritted his teeth in anger. There seemed to be spies among his servants. How could his stepmother find out information about his future wife so quickly?

“Pak Anton, find out who leaked the information. Fire him. Make sure no other place receives it anymore,” orders Pramudya while sitting in the chair.

“Good, Mr.”

Freya who was still confused could only sit without making a sound. This problem .. he will ask later to Mr. Anton.

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Hi, Beloved. Otor mo nebar special poison for yesterday asked to spill the figure.

guess where Pramudya, Yoga, Bayu, Tommy, and Doni are?

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