My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Incidents on the Road

After finishing breakfast, Freya ventured to ask permission to go to Antasena Group to work. He had been thinking about it since yesterday. Despite being married to one of the most famous conglomerates, he will still make his own money. While the monthly money that he will get every month will be collected.

Freya plans to return the money in case something happens between her and Mr. Pram: a divorce, for example. He does not want to be like the celebrities who fuss and fight over the treasure gono-gini when divorced. For him, as long as Mr. Pram paid for his life and his college, that was more than enough.

“Pak, today I want to go to the office to work. I have not entered two days without permission, afraid that the manager will give a warning letter,” he said with great caution. He knew Pram's emotions were unpredictable, which is why he tried to be very humble when he asked the man for permission.

Pramudya stared at him for quite a long time until Freya felt the situation was very awkward. Did he just make a mistake again?

Finally, when Freya felt she would be stared at until it became ice cubes, Pramudya turned her gaze while saying, “Where are your KTP and Family Cards?”

Freya is shocked to hear the sudden question, but realizes that they need the documents to prepare for the wedding. He bit his lips and lowered his head.

“There is a contract. I'll pick it up later after work.”

“No need. I'll drop you off, and you'll go straight to the civil registry.”

“Good ...” Freya let out a slow breath. It's come this far. It seems that it can no longer retreat ....

Apparently the rumors about the bride and groom who feel upset before the wedding day are true. His mind is turbulent, between willing and unwilling to continue this pretend marriage. What if she just made the biggest mistake of her life by agreeing to be Pramudya Antasena's wife? Or ... What if this was a turning point in her life?

Freya feels bad. Unknowingly he looked up and looked at Pramudya who was gulping down orange juice. He then hurriedly lowered his head when Mr. Pram turned to him.

“It's done?” ask the man.

“Iya.” Freya wiped the corners of her lips with a napkin. He tried to make that move as gracefully as possible. Well, at least not to be too embarrassing. He once learned basic etiquette when there was free training at the cafe. Fortunately, he studied it very seriously at that time.

Across the table, Pramudya who was quietly observing each of Freya's movements felt a little amazed. For the size of a girl who is a janitor in her office, the girl's eating etiquette is pretty good, not too bad. Use of cutlery accordingly, the position of spoons and forks is no mistake. Why didn't Bayu write this down in his report?

“Ayo.” Pramudya ended his assessment of his future wife. He got up first and walked out.

Again Freya could only follow him obediently. He got into the car, sat quietly and observed the road they were passing through to the civil registry office. Next to him, Pramudya opened the business news from his phone and started reading seriously.

The driver who had secretly stolen a glance from the rearview mirror could only hold his breath. The two people who were about to go make the marriage book looked more like a couple who were entangling their property in a divorce, they looked very far away, they looked very distant, it was as if the distance between them was too wide to pass. Though yesterday he thought the candidate of Young Madam could balance Mr. Pram's cold and stiff temperament.

Because of the stealing glances and daydreaming, the driver did not see the traffic light had turned red. A motorcycle was speeding up and right side. The sound of a high horn shrill accompanied by the sound of a tire squeak.

Freya who was daydreaming screamed loudly because the car was suddenly brake. His body slammed hard forward. He reached out to hold his weight on the back of the chair in front, but a firm chest and arms held him firmly so that he did not bounce back.

“Do you want to die?” Pramudya bullied and glared at his driver ferociously.

“Sorry, Sir.” The driver shakes. Without being ordered, he immediately parked the car and went out to check the condition of the surprised motorcyclist and fell in the middle of the road.

Sensing the body of his future wife frozen in his arms, Pramudya thought the girl was still in shock.

He lowered his head and asked, “You okay?”

The magnetic sound caused Freya's ears to tingle. A warm gust of breath hit his face, making him creep with indistinctness.

A fresh scent oozed out from the chest of the field that was almost attached to the tip of his nose. Freya discovers that her brain is suddenly frozen and she cannot think clearly. With this close distance, he really became a fool because of Mr. Pram.

“Freya?”

Freya was surprised and looked up. Just ... Mr Pram calling his name? It's not misheard, ‘kan?

The pair of round eyes met a black bead that looked like a whirlpool, dragging it to drown and almost out of breath.

“You all right?” ask Pramudya again.

Freya's eyes were focused on the red lips that were only a inch away in front of her face. He blinked in a daze, then shook his head and turned his gaze down, only to meet Pak Pram's junkyard who was rolling up and down.

Freya was stunned because the contents of her mind that turned out to be very dirty. He tried his hardest to resist the urge to bite the jakun. He turned his gaze out the window while wriggling softly for Mr. Pram to release him.

Freya was completely unaware of Pramudya's darkened expression change.

Pramudya desperately adjusted his breathing to keep it stable. Within such a close distance, he could see a row of his wife's pliable eyelashes, the tip of her tiny and pointed nose, as well as a line of pink lips that were not polished anything. There was no scent of powder or perfume, only a distinctive freshness of his own body, like a rose about to bloom ....

Pramudya tried to restrain himself. He gulped with difficulty and tried to distract from his future wife. However, that silly girl in his arms, somehow had what magical influence ....

“Pak, motorcyclist wants to ask for compensation.”

The head of the driver who poked out of the window glass returned Pramudya's common sense. He removed Freya's slender waist and cleared his throat, then came out to take care of the matter.

In the car, Freya can finally breathe normally. His slender fingers pressed down on his chest slowly. Just now ... earlier .. it felt a little strange .. he felt Mr. Pram was watching him all the time so he did not dare to look up at all. But that seems impossible, right?

Realize, Freya ... realize .. don't dream too high ....

This marriage is only six months, don't hurt yourself for short things like this. Strengthen your heart, do not fall ....

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