My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Carissa

“How are the preparations for tomorrow?” ask Pramudya. He was sitting in his study, checking some documents on his computer screen.

“Yes. One hundred percent is ready.” Bayu nodded steadily. He came to deliver his best friend's wedding dress.

Actually he was a little surprised, why not Pramudya himself who went to try the dress at Valentina's place. However, when Pramudya said to deliver the dress to the main residence of the Antasena Family, Bayu did not ask much and immediately went to pick it up at Valentina's place.

Now, he already understood why Pramudya did not enter the office and did not go to Valentina's place. Apparently there's an old man holding him in this house. He scratched his chin curiously. Was his best friend staying with his wife last night? Did they sleep in the room?

Yeah, that must be so. With the Old Man, they couldn't sleep apart.

Pramudya tapped on the surface of his work desk with a regular tempo.

“Regarding the perpetrator of the blasting on the toll road, is there any latest information?” tanyakanya.

Bayu sighed softly and shook his head. “Sorry, I tried, but everything was deadlocked. I have to admit, your stepbrother is getting shrewd and cunning. You should be more careful going forward.”

“So, yes ...” The movement of Pramudya's hands stopped.

He seemed hesitant for a moment, before finally asking, “How about Yoga Pratama?”

“She's been crazy and looking for your wife everywhere since yesterday. He even exerted his entire family's strength to search for information, also making a fuss in front of the company. But take it easy, I've blocked everything,” Bayu replied with an expression of praise.

The sound of knocking on the door paused the conversation of the two.

“Sign in,” says Pramudya.

Shortly after, Freya's head poked out from behind the door. Bayu was shocked when Freya stepped in. He could see two large dark circles under the girl's eyelids.

Obviously the girl didn't sleep well last night. Didn't Pramudya let him rest? Damnit. Bayu's brain immediately wandered to think of various possibilities.

Freya greeted Bayu politely, then turned her head and looked at Pramudya while saying, “Grandfather is waiting for you to have breakfast together.”

“Good. Tell me I'll be down in a minute.”

Freya nodded and turned around, seeming to be leaving. But one second later he turned back to face Pramudya with a complicated expression.

“What's up?” ask Pram.

“Um, that ... there is someone below, a woman, he said he wants to meet you.”

“Who?”

“I don't know.”

Pramudya only nodded at a glance. Freya turned and left.

Bayu who changed the attitude of a couple was directly kepo. How can it change in just one night? Is it because it turns out that the girl is his savior so Pramudya's attitude softens?

“See your relationship is getting ‘hangat’, is it really ‘hangat’ or because there is an Old Man? Or because she is the girl you were looking for five months ago?” ask her while making quotes with her index finger and middle finger in the air.

Pramudya ignored Bayu. He was too lazy to serve the mouth of his best friend's kepo. He lowered his head and continued to check the documents sent by Kikan.

“Why shut up? You are not suddenly in love with your wife, ‘kan?” usik Bayu when he saw Pramudya ignored him intentionally.

“Ya,” Pramudya replied casually.

Bayu who was just joking was almost slipped. “You're really interested in him?”

“Hm. Any problems?”

“Close your mouth!” The veins in the temple Pramudya sticking out. He throws a bottle over the table at Bayu, but his best friend dodges before the bottle hits him in the face. Too bad.

Bayu was so weak that his tears broke when he saw a red tinge on his best friend's face. Either out of anger or shame, but he felt very satisfied because he managed to tempt the ice block.

“Laugh until satisfied.” Pramudya growled with a threatening tone. “I will send your location to uncle.”

Damnit. Sontak Bayu fell silent with an annoyed face. He knew Pramudya never messed with his words. If he said he would send his location to his father, it would mean he would.

No. gabe. Bayu's face paled. He was unable to bear the consequences.

This time it was Pramudya's turn to grin satisfied because he managed to silence his best friend's mouth. The fool was too chatty, giving him a headache.

Secretly Pramudya glanced towards the door that was still slightly open. The shadow that had peeked out from there was no longer there. The corner of his lips twitched. Although stupid, Bayu's mouth is sometimes quite useful to lure people who are curious. In this way, his grandfather's confidence would definitely increase and would not doubt him anymore.

“Already, I want to go home before you actually send me my location,” Bayu grumbled.

“But I was so tired of taking care of you, boro-boro was invited to eat, huh," he added with pursed lips.

Instead of feeling pity, the grin on Pramudya's face widened. “Go, before I change my mind.”

Bayu is getting sullen. He turned and walked out. However, before his hand reached the doorknob, the butler appeared hurriedly.

“Excuse me, Mr.” The butler's voice sounded quite anxious.

Bayu opened the door wider and asked, “What's the matter?”

“Money is Young, Sir,” replied the Chief Maid, “Nona Carissa accidentally spilled hot tea into the hands of Nonya Muda.”

“What?” A pair of Pramudya obsidian eyes narrowed. Carissa ... for what did the woman come?

“Muda's splashed hot tea. The Great Lord had already asked the maid to call the family doctor, but the Young Madam refused and insisted on treating her herself,” explained the Chief Maid again.

Pramudya got up from his chair without saying anything and walked out. Bayu who was standing in front of the door looked like he wanted to see a good show.

Pramudya lazy to respond to the kepo. He followed the Chief Servant who hurried down the stairs.

From afar, the voice of a meek and regretful woman had already been clearly heard.

“Grandfather, I'm really sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. Maybe because the trip here took almost ten hours so little jetlag, my hand became unstable.”

As he got closer, Pramudya could see a white woman with golden blonde hair standing up and holding Old Man's hand with a very pitiful face, it was as if he would cry if it were not forgiven.

Old Man also looks wrong. If he does not forgive the girl who holds his arm, he is afraid that he will be too stingy. But, his granddaughter-in-law was injured to such an extent, he also did not want to forgive so easily!

“What happened?”

As soon as he heard Pramudya's voice, the woman turned around and rushed straight towards him.

“Pram! I swear I did not intentionally. The waiter had just given me a cup of tea, I wanted to blow and drink it, but my hand accidentally slipped and. I've apologized, but it seems Grandpa is very angry.” The woman explained with the body almost stuck to Pramudya's arm. His pair of round eyes looked watery. Any normal man would be moved to see such an appearance.

Bayu coughed twice to warn Pramudya.

Bro, your wife is looking over. Don't let the night of love never be felt again.

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