My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Civil Records

Maybe because the car that almost hit him was a limited edition, or maybe because of the appearance of Pramudya parlente, the motorcyclist did not want to let go of them just like that.

He insisted asking for compensation with nominal unreasonable. Finally, after Freya intervened and unmasked the biker who wanted to take advantage, they could only break away and continue the journey.

Half an hour later, they arrived in front of a narrow alley that became the main road to Freya's contract. Pram's expensive car could not pass through the alley, so the driver could only park on the side of the road and wait.

Freya jumped down in a slight hurry, running into the alley without looking back again. He felt a little embarrassed when he was about to go down earlier because he had seen Mr. Pram was staring out while frowning.

Did the man feel disgusted by the slum area he lived in?

Never mind .. anyway, he himself proposed this marriage, not me who is crazy and chasing after him.

Freya tried to amuse herself. He jumped over potholes and peddlers who rode along the sidewalk, also occasionally avoiding bajaj motorists and drivers who passed by recklessly.

Finally, after walking for about 500 meters, he turned into an even narrower alley. The alley can only be passed by two people or one motorcycle.

If there are bikers who cross paths, then one of them must surrender and retreat. Fortunately, at that time no one else passed by so there was no need to touch each other when passing, nor was there a motorcycle passing by.

Freya stopped in front of a row of rented painted light green. He approached the last room, reached into his sling bag and pulled out a key that was intertwined with a doraemon keychain.

He opened the door and rushed in. Map contains important letters he stored in the bottom of a plastic container that serves as a place to store clothes.

A smile full of irony was on Freya's lips.

Look at this residence .. when compared to the residence of the Antasena Family, this place looks more like a chicken coop.

Moreover, the wardrobe .. if juxtaposed with walk in closet which is almost ten times the map room that became his resting place ... really not comparable to the automatic trash can on the front porch of the Pak Pram residence.

Freya took the necessary map, then stood in front of her folding mattress and pensively pensive. His life and Mr. Pram are like heaven and earth. How long can they survive to live together?

Never mind .. just live it ...

The girl hurriedly came out and locked the door. He didn't want to let Mr. Pram wait too long.

Freya almost half ran down the slum road back earlier, rushing towards a luxurious car that looks very striking among the row of bajaj that is running.

He rubbed his sweat before opening the car door, not to let his sweat dirty the interior of the luxury car.

“Sorry to make you wait a long time, the entry distance is good.” Freya apologized awkwardly. The expression on Mr. Pram's face was very unpleasant. Was the man upset that he had to wait in this slum?

Freya glanced at the man beside her at a glance. Unfortunately, he could not guess what was on the man's mind.

Pramudya stared straight ahead with a sour face. This foolish girl .. The wounds on her legs and head have not healed completely. Why didn't he tell me it was still a long way to go inside? At least the driver can bring a more minimalist sedan car.

“Street,” command Pramudya to driver.

They arrived at the civil registry office after almost 10:00.

Freya resigned. Damnit. It looks like he will actually be fired from Antasena Group.

Not to mention the cafe ... Doni said that the boss had asked for his absence. He had tried to contact his boss to explain, but there was no response.

How else would you like? Just face it all later .. what will happen, then it happens ....

Pramudya a little rushed out of the car. He walked to the entrance without saying anything.

Freya hurriedly followed him before trailing far away. To be honest, their situation looks a lot like a couple getting a divorce, instead of wanting to take care of a marriage certificate.

He continued to follow Pramudya and did what the man said.

Sign here. Fingerprints right there. More signatures, endless sheets of paper. Both photos (they have not had time to take photos for the background of the marriage book).

Fortunately, the civil records office provides everything very well.

Maybe because Mr. Pram asked for it, Freya thought.

He said nothing and obeyed all that was commanded without much questioning.

To be honest, he didn't care much either. He just wants the whole process to be finished.

He wanted to immediately go to Antasena Group to provide a certificate of illness requested from the doctor two days ago. Hopefully HRD is kind and does not dismiss him arbitrarily.

After everything was done, Freya kept her wedding book in a folder containing family cards and other important documents.

There is no enthusiasm or excitement. It felt flat ... mediocre .. as if he had just come out of the photocopy to duplicate the file, instead of creating a marriage certificate.

He looked at Pramudya who was walking long in front of him. It seemed that the man was also no less in a hurry.

Of course, he must have a lot of things to do ....

Freya sped up her footsteps to chase after Mr. Pram. Do not let the man lose more because he has to wait for him.

He got into the car right after Mr. Pram closed the door on his side. Freya exhaled a sigh of relief and closed the door carefully.

This atmosphere ... is really awkward ....

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