My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Antagonised

Freya looked at Pramudya's back who was away with an all-inclusive expression. The man was becoming more unpredictable. He did not understand what purpose Pramudya Antasena had for him.

Did the man deliberately want him shunned by all the women in the office? Look at the pair of eyes staring at him hatefully, as well as those contemptuous faces.

A slow puff of breath escaped Freya's lips. How could his fate be so unlucky? It's only been three days of work and it's been infuriated by everyone.

Freya lowered her head and walked towards the CEO's office. It spreads the view. There was no one in the room, but there was a new set of tables and chairs on the right side of Mr. Pram's desk. Are the chairs and tables for you?

Freya stepped hesitantly towards the table. There's a stationery box, a notebook, a stack of documents of some kind, also a set of the latest computer output.

He touched the table surface carefully. Everything looks very clean and expensive. He wondered in his heart when his desk was set up.

The girl nodded again. Is this called luck or luck? He can't decide.

He sat on the round, crimson chair, placed a sling bag and a folder of important documents in the desk drawer, then pressed the power button to turn on the computer.

While waiting for the computer to turn on, Freya picked up a pile of documents on the table and read them. Apparently it was a sales and purchase invoice from one of the Antasena Group subsidiaries operating in the textile field.

Freya tapped on the table surface with her index finger. Looks like he was asked to make a report for those invoices.

All right ... just the sales report, no big deal.

Before long, the girl began to look down and carefully inspect each invoice sheet, matching it with buy and sell receipts, then inputting the data into the computer.

He took everything so seriously that he did not realize when Pramudya Antasena entered the room with Deputy CEO Bayu.

Pramudya stopped stepping and looked at his little wife's serious expression.

The girl turned out to look quite cute while being serious. His eyes were shining and seemed very focused. Every now and then her tiny lips twitched quietly, reading the invoice in her hand silently, then nimbly her slender fingers typing on the keyboard board.

Bayu looked at his silent friend and gave a smile. All his life, he had never seen Pramudya Antasena stunned like that. Even when faced with a world top supermodel who was infatuated with him once, he would only look at it at a glance and return indifferent. Therefore, this incident was something very rare. He won't just shut it down.

“It looks like Madam is very busy,” seductive Bayu. He approached Freya's desk and peeked at the computer screen.

Freya was so shocked that she almost jumped out of her seat. He complained because his elbow hit the table.

“Vice CEO, Mr. Pram,” said as he rubbed his elbow. Shit, it hurts so much.

Pramudya glanced at Bayu in annoyance, trying to refrain from kicking his butt hard.

Bayu who realized his mistake immediately said, “I'm sorry I surprised you. I was by accident ...”

“Not ... it's okay. I was wrong for not realizing the arrival of the Father,” Freya replied.

“You're serious, working on what?”

“This ... just a fad.” Freya mumbled softly.

Bayu was just a mangosteen, not daring to tease Freya anymore because Pramudya's face already looked like a cloud overcast. He could sense a serious threat coming from that deadly gaze.

“Ya, already, just continue.” Bayu stepped away before Pramudya actually kicked him.

Pramudya just snorted and went to his desk. Bayu insisted on coming to his office, he knew the delinquent just wanted to tease him, but now he hurt his wife. Really asking to be beaten.

After the situation calmed down, Freya sat back down and continued her work. He did not turn his head towards Pramudya at all, making the man's forehead gradually furrow deeper.

Pram's hand loosens the tie tie and pulls it with the origin. He was upset that he could be disturbed just because he was ignored by the girl.

Besides, why did that girl become so quiet? Yesterday night he was still very eagerly refuting and scolding her fearlessly. Why is he so calm now and looks so submissive. Pramudya felt his heart slightly displeased.

“You, come here,” call Pramudya without turning your head.

That sudden call left Freya shocked once again. He thought Mr. Pram wouldn't talk to him. Even so, he still got up from the chair and approached his boss .. um, wait, boss or husband?

Boss husband?

Boss' husband?

Haish ....

The girl shook her head and asked, “There can I help you, sir?”

“Go make coffee.”

“Good ...”

Freya came out and walked towards the pantry. He prayed in his heart, that there would be no one else in the place so that there would be no need to face the gaze of judgment and humiliation from them.

Unfortunately, Amaya's loud and angry voice was immediately heard as she entered the pantry.

“The girl of the village must have trapped CEO Pram so married. You cheap woman. Disgusting!”

Freya was glued to the door, not knowing whether to stay in or turn around and leave. However, before he could make a decision, Amaya's voice was heard again.

“That's great, women jal*ng. It just so happens that you are here. I'll teach you a lesson!”

A pair of Freya's eyes faded when she saw Amaya charging towards her. He swiftly shifted to the right, swinging the door leaf forward. The movement looks like it is not energetic and careless, but not so ....

Brak!

“Aaah!” Amaya screamed loudly. His fist struck the door very hard.

He screamed louder as his middle finger drooped strangely, almost touching his palm, while his other four fingers remained standing upright.

Amaya roared and cried hysterically when she realized her middle finger was broken. The stinging pain made him want to roll around on the floor.

“You! Prostitution*r! I'm gonna destroy you! I'm gonna kill you! Basic jal*ng!” the scream of anger of Amaya echoed within the room.

He was about to lung at Freya again, but two of his coworkers immediately held him back and dragged him away from the room. They don't want Amaya to make a fuss and CEO Pram intervenes. In any case, the CEO has indirectly acknowledged Freya's status. They should not create problems in the office.

Freya took a breath. After Amaya left, the room was suddenly very quiet. The other employees who were there immediately stepped aside as he passed by, as if he was a plague to be shunned.

Having guessed that there would be such a situation, Freya could only strengthen her heart and walk firmly to the coffee brewery. He did everything as Kikan's secretary taught him, then put the cup on top of the coffee and brought it back to the office.

As for what the other person said behind her back, she did not care at all. Let them think and say whatever they want.

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