My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Weddings

“Look, my daughter-in-law's granddaughter is so beautiful! Really very pretty! Pramudya, you are very lucky. Treat your wife well!” exclaim Old Man excited.

He looks much fresher than he did yesterday. Today, he also wears a suit and tie, as well as pantofel shoes that make him look dashing and dignified.

“Kakek is also very handsome, even more handsome than Pram.” Freya humbly praised.

Instantly Pramudya's facial water turned grim, while Bayu beside him closed his mouth firmly so as not to get uprooted.

A Pramudya Antasena is not even more handsome than an Old Man in the presence of his own wife. It's so sad.

Compared to the upside with cloudy on Pramudya's face, the smile in Old Man's mouth was wider so that his assistant was afraid that the tip of his master's lips would be stuck in the earlobe.

“You are very smart to seduce. Already, already ... let's hurry, don't be late.” Old Man turned his head towards Pramudya and gave the order, “Wait what else? Quickly bring your bride.”

Pramudya stepped forward obediently, then thrust his arm towards Freya. His upright and slender body looked perfectly compatible with Freya's. With a black special edition suit, Pramudya's aura was domineering. A flower in her suit pocket was a pair with a bouquet of flowers carried by Freya.

Accompanied by the admiring gazes of the servants, the couple stepped out towards the Mercedes Benz which was decorated with ribbons and flowers.

Bayu immediately sat in the driver's seat. That day he served as a driver for the newlyweds. It was not Pramudya who ordered him to do so, he himself who volunteered with pleasure.

After all, this was the wedding of his best friend, of course he had to take part in it.

Pramudya bent down, opened the door and helped Freya get into the car, then turned around and entered from the other side.

With a smaller sedan, the distance between the two is not too far away, unlike when they were in the Pramudya special edition Lexus.

Freya is very tense. He did not dare to look at Pramudya. His back was straight and he was breathing very carefully.

Although it's just a show, it feels like a real wedding. He's very nervous. What if he makes a mistake when making a wedding appointment?

Well, even though he had memorized the note given by Mr. Bayu, still he felt anxious.

Beside him, Pramudya sat leaning quietly, unaffected by the bridal motorcade that followed from behind. It was as if all he had done was an ordinary trip to meet a business associate.

Freya tried to ignore the man and calmed down. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, closed his eyes and repeated again ...

Once again ....

“Don't be too nervous, just assume you're performing at an art show when SMP.”

Freya's body stiffened when a large, warm palm nearly covered her hands. He turned his head slowly, then met with a pair of brilliant obsidian eyes, a pair of very charming eyes.

Then he fell on a pair of full lips, curving like an intoxicating vine.

Damnit.

Freya desperately wanted to raise her hand and slap the groom who had stolen her first kiss brazenly in front of everyone, then just apologized and ran away just like that.

He shoved Pramudya's palm as he said, “You rest easy, I won't make a mistake and embarrass you.”

The priest frowned unhappily. Obviously that's not what it means. He just wanted to comfort this girl and make her feel a little comfortable. Why is the response like this?

“You're still angry about the kiss problem yesterday?” tanyakanya.

“According to you how?”

“I've apologized.”

“Why don't you marry Miss Carissa alone? Doesn't he love you so much? She is also very beautiful and looks rich. You will have nothing to lose if you marry her. I've wanted to say it since yesterday, but you didn't show up.”

The priest tightened his jaw until his clashing geligues sounded clear. This damn girl wants to fight with him on the road to their wedding ceremony? Absolutely outrageous!

The priest let go of Freya's hand in annoyance, then held the tip of the girl's chin to face her and said, “You have signed the agreement. It could be if you want to withdraw, but you have to pay compensation worth fifty percent of the total you will get after marrying me.”

Freya noticed Pramudya's face which was only a few centimeters away from her face. That sturdy jaw bone line hardens. The man's hand was strong and domineering.

Damnit. Why is he angry? This bastard, let alone fifty percent; 0.1% he could not!

Does this brash husband not know that he is very poor?!

A gust of mint scent swept over Freya's face as Pramudya opened her mouth and said again, "I won't let you go."

"A ... what?"

"You can't go, okay?" sela Pramudya, "Had she married Miss Carissa? Sit quietly and continue this marriage."

"Ta .. but ...." Freya was too shocked by Pramudya's response to not being able to speak properly.

"Nothing but. It's too late to change the bride. What am I supposed to say to Grandpa? How should I explain it to my colleagues? Have you ever thought about it?” Pramudya's tone of voice rose. He was really pissed off to death by this damn bride of his.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" pramudya asked again when Freya did not respond.

“Understanding. Sorry.” Freya's face turned calm. It was so quiet that it looked a little strange.

Pramudya sighed. He closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows. No one ever had a headache like this.

Being soft is wrong, being tough can't be.

"Regarding Carissa, don't you worry. He's just my past. He refused to marry me. In the future he will not come to disturb again," explained Pramudya.

"But what if he comes and messes up?"

"No way" Pramudya promised.

He knew this girl was acting silly due to the sudden appearance of Pratama and Carissa Yoga. But for now, they really could no longer retreat. He was afraid that Grandpa's health would deteriorate immediately if he knew the truth. That is why he has used all his resources to block Yoga and Carissa from this wedding.

Freya bit her lip hearing Pramudya's words. Should he believe his words?

Looking at Freya who was just looking at him with a hesitant expression, Pramudya was annoyed again. It growls in a low voice, “Crust or not, whatever. That's your business.”

Freya rolled her eyes in annoyance, then turned her head outside the window. He was too lazy to face this human.

In the front seat, Bayu also rolled his eyeballs in annoyance.

Bro, that's not how you persuade a woman. Really suck.

It seemed that he himself had to step in to teach his useless friend.

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