My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

He's a Nobody

“Servant?” Pramudya frowned and tried to pull his hand, but Carissa stuck to it like a gecko with sticky legs.

“Yes, the new waiter .. I've never seen him before. Did you just hire him?” ask Carissa with spoiled.

“For what did you come here?” Pramudya asked back, calmly using a bit of strength to break away.

Carissa's face looked sad and disappointed. “What does that say? I came all the way to see you and explain—”

“It's been four years late. No need to explain anything. The woman you called the servant was my wife. There's nothing more to talk about. Go home,” reject Pramudya firmly.

“Pram! Don't drive me!” Carissa hugged Pramudya tighter and cried in her chest.

Pramudya's body stiffened. Four years ago, when he proposed to the woman in front of him and asked her to marry him, he refused on the grounds of wanting to pursue his career first, then disappeared without news.

Now that she had suddenly appeared before him exactly one day before her wedding reception was held, Pramudya was not touched at all, but felt suspicious. There must have been someone who told Carissa this news until she suddenly came and acted like this.

Pramudya pushed Carissa's body and took two steps away. He turned around and asked the waiter, “Where is Madam?”

“Above, Mr.” The servant pointed to the opposite side of Pramudya's workspace.

Not poking Carissa, he immediately turned and climbed the stairs on the other side.

“Pramudya! I'm sorry! Okay well? Give me one more chance! I beg. Come, marry!” carissa shouted in between her sobs.

“I'm married,” reply Pramudya without turning his head.

“You lied! You guys are just getting married, right? The new recipe will be held tomorrow!” Carissa exclaimed continue to be stubborn. He will not give up easily.

“We've already taken the marriage certificate. She's my wife.”

This is one of the reasons Pramudya decided to go make a marriage certificate before doing the reception. No one can disturb his plans if he throws the marriage certificate in front of their faces. Whoever it was, he wouldn't let it ruin his plan.

That sharp and straightforward sentence made Carissa's cry even louder. The beautiful elf-like woman knelt down and hugged her own arm.

Old Man sighed and looked at Carissa with a helpless expression. He knows the heart of his grandson. Pramudya .. The boy, when he loves, he will love with all his heart.

However, when he had let go, not even the demons from hell could force him to accept back. What else is currently by his side there is already such a good wife. This beautiful woman is truly hopeless ....

Bayu felt awkward seeing Carissa cry like that. He doesn't want to see the show anymore. He turned around and quietly followed Pramudya. There will be a more exciting show.

When Bayu arrived at the top, he saw Pramudya kneeling in front of Freya. He was stunned for a moment. Did his eyes not look wrong? He was sure his eyes were not myopic.

A Pramudya Antasena never kneels in front of anyone!

“Why not comply? I said call doctor.”

“No need, only minor injuries only. Soon will also recover,” reply Freya calmly.

Bayu was stunned again. That's Pramudya's voice? He didn't hear wrong, did he? Since when can his intonation be so attentive? Wait for. Was he putting the medicine into his wife's hand?

“Shut!”

Bayu was startled, then hurriedly made a gesture of locking his mouth. Shit, Pramudya's gaze was too frightening. He heaved a sigh of relief as Pramudya turned, turned back to face his wife and applied the medicine carefully.

“Dia ... the woman ... eng, Miss Carissa ... is she your ex-lover?” Freya asked carefully. He saw clearly as they hugged him downstairs earlier.

Pramudya kept his head down when he replied, “Hm. That was. Now he's a nobody. Wh why? Is my wife jealous?”

Uhuk!

Freya and Bayu choked together.

“Speaking can choke?” Pramudya reached out to help pat Freya on the back while nagging, but her voice sounded to contain a little attention and worry.

The cough is getting worse. I think he's almost dead. He knew Pramudya might be faking it in front of his grandfather, but this was so absurd! The difference between the protagonist and the antagonist is too extreme. He can't take it!

Pramudya turned around and scolded Bayu. “If you want to die, go die somewhere else, do not pollute my ancestral home.”

Bayu choked until his face turned blue. What best friend? You rascal! Forgetting a brother when getting a beautiful girl as a wife.

Look, I'm gonna sabotage your wedding tomorrow. Let's see what you can do? Huh!

Pramudya did not care about Bayu who was almost dead. His entire focus was on the back of Freya's flushed hand. From the wrist to the knuckles and the middle finger, everything looks like it has just been soaked in hot water. It must have been very painful, but this silly girl forced herself and did not want to be examined by a doctor. Really stubborn.

“It's my fault for not being able to take good care of you, sorry ... next time there won't be anything else that hurts you.” Pramudya muttered slowly. He meant it with that apology.

This girl, since meeting him has always been in a disaster. Starting from being doused in hot coffee in the office, rolled over in a blown up car, then now back splashed with hot tea. How should he compensate him?

Freya's brain is distorted. Start by asking if he is jealous and apologizing because his hand was hurt, Mr. Pram does not look at all like his usual cold and haughty self—but rather looks like a husband who feels guilty and wants to make amends. Is this part of acting as well or ....

“Good. As a man, you have to know your limits. Do not turn away just because there is temptation in front of the eyes.”

Whether since when Old Man was standing near the stairs, Freya did not realize it. Is this why Mr Pram is acting unreasonable?

Yes, it seems so ....

“Grandfather, I will not ignore my wife for the sake of another woman,” Pramudya said solemnly. He does not want to be like his father. Even though this is just a fake wedding, it will still play its part well until the end.

“I will not let my wife suffer from being bullied by others. Grandfather can hold my words,” he added again while grasping one uninjured hand Freya.

Freya turned her face away. I don't know why his throat feels bitter and sour. This remark ... It would be nice if it is spoken by a husband who really loves her ....

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