My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Just Acting, Who Can't?

The trip to the main house of the Antasena Family takes almost an hour. Freya and Pramudya sat far apart without speaking throughout the journey.

Pramudya is busy reading business news on her phone, while Freya is busy chatting with Lisa and occasionally replying to Doni's messages.

Then when there was nothing else to gossip about, Freya opened IG Instagram and skated in cyberspace.

However, it was only for a moment, he was getting bored. Actually he is not the type of person who likes to drown himself with gadgets and browse the veranda endlessly. However, the current situation is very unsupportive. No one to talk to. It doesn't even move freely. Very tedious.

Fortunately, when he was almost dead from boredom, the car finally entered a very large courtyard. The house looks bigger and grander than the residence of Mr. Pram.

Freya was amazed when she saw the rows of servants that greeted them in front of the entrance.

“Remember to be nice in front of Grandpa, don't embarrass me,” Pramudya said as the car got closer to home.

He didn't care if this girl acted in front of his mother or stepbrother, but he wouldn't let her behave with origin in front of his grandfather.

Freya who had been sitting quietly since then finally turned her head towards Pramudya when she heard that remark. The man did not even hesitate to remind her with his annoying expressionless face. Of course he has to reply very well, ‘kan?

Isn't it just pretending? Who can't play?

He reviewed the smile that he thought was the sweetest and cutest before answering, “Good, Dear.”

Pramudya. His right leg slipped down from his left thigh and hit the back of the front seat. His stiff and expressionless face finally fluctuated. His eyelids are shaking.

This silly girl ....

The driver who had been feeling tense from the cold and stiff atmosphere suddenly choked. He coughed until his face turned red.

During his time as a driver, he had never seen his boss run out of words like this. CEO Pram is always very calm and will not show any emotion. However, in front of the Young Madam, I don't know how many times Master lost control.

The driver reminded himself to refocus, then slow down and stop right in front of the entrance.

One of the male servants rushed forward and opened the car door for Freya, then immediately turned to the other side to open the other door.

Freya went down first, leaving Pramudya who was still dumbfounded by her words just now.

Ha!

Feel it!

“Thank you,” he said to the waiter who opened the door.

“No need to hesitate, Young Madam.” The waiter bowed politely. “Please, Big Master is waiting for you and Young Master.”

Freya smiled and nodded. He turned towards Pramudya who had just come down, then immediately approached him and deliberately tidied up his tie which was actually fine.

“Darling, you are so handsome. I'm so lucky to have you.” Freya muttered softly and hung spoiledly on Pramudya's arm.

Pramudya who had prepared himself had not shown his surprise anymore. He reached out and gently rubbed the top of Freya's head.

“Pay a little, there are a lot of people looking,” he said.

“Sorry, your master is too handsome. I can't help myself,” Freya said as she clung tighter to Pramudya's arm.

Pramudya's body stiffened a little. This damn girl ... can't just act normally? Isn't this a little overdone?

Before Pramudya had protested, Freya had exclaimed and pulled her arm excitedly following the waiter who showed her the way.

The servants finally dared to raise their heads after Young Master Antasena left with the Young Madam. They stared at each other and held a grin on the face. This is hot gossip!

The Young Master who was as stiff as wood and as cold as an iceberg could finally melt before a woman!

In the past, let alone join hands, not a single woman could get close to a distance of 1 meter. Three meters is the maximum tolerance limit. But it seemed that the charm of the Young Madam had made their Young Master break her limits.

The couple entered a banquet hall. Freya could see the woman who had come and scolded her early in the morning was already sitting there. The woman the servants call the Big Lady. The woman who strongly condemned her for being Pramudya Antasena's wife.

Just an affair, but acting like an honorable noble daughter. Very amusing.

Next to the woman, sat Tommy Antasena whom he had just met this morning. In contrast to his mother's gloomy and pouting face, the man smiled and waved as soon as he saw Freya and Pramudya coming.

“Adik, Adik Ipar ... you have come .. quickly sit down, the waiter is calling Grandpa to come down,” he said as he stood and pointed at the chair opposite him.

Pramudya only snorted lightly. His hands were coiled around Freya's waist and carried her sitting on the side furthest from Tommy. He wouldn't sit facing the delinquent.

Seeing that hostility, Tommy did not feel awkward at all. He clapped his hand that had been outstretched in the air to greet Freya and Pramudya, as if the rejection was nothing.

“Look, Mom. I told you Pram loved his wife very much. He was afraid that I would eat his wife so he took her to sit very far,” Tommy said, then casually sat back in his chair and laughed loosely.

“Love what? Obviously it was just a hoax for him to master all the relics of your father,” hina Antasena Dance.

The woman is upset half-dead because Pramudya has withheld all of Tommy's chances of becoming the rightful heir to the Antasena Group. He vowed to dismantle the cover of the fake couple in front of his father-in-law tonight. After everything is revealed and this annoying couple parted ways, just look who will laugh to the end.

The servants standing around the dining table immediately lowered their heads, pretending not to hear the words just now. They were not ignorant, the dispute between the Great Mistress and the Young Master had lasted over twenty years.

Pramudya ignored the mother and child's partner completely. His focus was on his little wife who was sitting very obediently with a wide smile on her face. Seen within this close range, his wife looked extremely charming. Her eyelashes are plump, her nose is tiny but pointed, the tip of her chin is taper, her lips look moist and fresh.

“Sayang?”

Pramudya blinked when the soft and melodious voice reached his eardrum. He took his eyes off Freya's lips and looked at her pair of brilliant eyes.

“You're fascinated with me?” god Freya blinked her eyes at Pramudya. That pair of round eyes looked extremely clear and shining.

Pramudya pinched the little girl's chin while smiling. “You're getting naughty. I'll teach you a lesson when I get home.”

The servants' jaws almost fell. That gentle and attentive voice was impossible to come out of their Young Master's mouth! Then, what kind of adoring and loving gaze is that? Where has the Young Master ever behaved so strangely like this? They must have seen it wrong!

At the end of the table, Antasena Dance sneered and gave a contemptuous look. The couple was very good at pretending, but he vowed to tear their masks to pieces!

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