My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Sorry, You're Too Late

Freya only gulped and did not answer the words Yoga.

He drew his gaze from the building that was chasing outside. From the clock on the dashboard of the car, he can tell that their trip only takes about 12 minutes.

“You have eighteen minutes left,” he said.

The smile on Yoga's face disappeared. He seems to have assumed too soon. Obviously it took a lot of effort to take this girl's heart.

Whatever it was, he swore he would not give up. He will definitely regain the heart of Freya, his beloved girl, the only woman he loves with all his heart.

Yoga parked the car in front of the Mang Deden meatball cart that had been their subscription since sitting on the Junior High School bench.

In the past, when tired of attending Mathematics lessons, Freya would invite him to skip and run away from school. The two of them who always carry change of clothes in the bag will usually explore places that are beyond the reach of schools and orphanages.

Until one day, they happened to pass by in this place and bought two bowls of meatballs. Since then, Mang Deden meatballs have become Freya's favorite menu.

“Sisa sixteen minutes. What do you want to talk about?”

The rebuke wiped out all the memories that had sprung up one after another inside the head of Yoga.

He smiled awkwardly and said, “Freya, even the time on the road you count? I didn't know you could turn into such a calculation. You were—“

“Then was first. Now is now. Don't equate.”

Yoga squeezed and stretched his fingers several times. The girl before him had really changed a lot.

“Alright, it's okay then. What matters is that we eat first. After that I'll drive you back.”

Initially Freya wanted to refuse, but considering he would be wasting more time if they denied each other, then inevitably he followed the Yoga that had approached Mang Deden first.

“Two servings, Mang ... ordinary kayak, one does not use noodles. Meatballs with vegetables. The one is complete, yes,” said Yoga.

“Ready, Boss.” Mang Deden gave his thumbs up and immediately mix two servings of meatballs in a bowl of chicken jago.

Yoga pulled the worn-out plastic chair and invited Freya to sit down.

“Thank you.”

“You're too shy.” Due to the repeated rejection of Freya, Yoga did not dare to bring up their past again.

The goal this time was just one, explaining everything to Freya. The girl's problem is to believe it or not, it's a different thing. The important thing is that he will tell you everything first.

Freya sits down and avoids eye contact with Yoga. He had to admit, this place had a deep impression on him. It's not easy to pretend to be tough and uncaring.

“Please, Bang,” said Mang Deden as he placed the tray and moved two bowls of veining meatballs onto the table.

“Still, Mang,” says Yoga. He then grabbed and thrust a bowl of sambal and vinegar bottle towards Freya.

Freya was speechless, staring at Yoga without blinking. This man ... still remembers all his likes very well.

Looking at Freya who was just looking at him, Yoga retracted her hand hesitantly.

“Sorry, I didn't mean ..” He did not finish his words, looked down and looked away. He could not return Freya's gaze.

Freya blinked once, took a bowl of sambal and poured five full spoons of fine chili into her bowl. Five more drops of vinegar were added to the meatball, then stirred to mix well.

Yoga hands slowly took the bowl of sambal from in front of Freya, filling a spoon into his bowl, plus soy sauce and sauces. It is not like Freya who likes spicy and sour taste. His stomach is not strong.

Three years ... God only knows how he misses this girl day and night.

Freya poked the small meatball with a fork, blowing it for a while before biting and chewing it slowly.

The taste of the meat remains the same, the taste does not change. He just always ordered meatballs and vegetables, never wore noodles or vermicelli. But strangely, the taste in his heart had changed a lot.

Damnit. Why does it taste so sour?

Freya's forehead shriveled. Did he add too much vinegar? Though usually he adds the same dose, should the taste of the sauce remains the same. Why is this time different?

“Freya ...,” call Yoga slowly.

“Hah? What?” Freya looked up and looked at Yoga with her red eyes.

Two tears rolled down his cheek.

He hurriedly wiped it with the back of his hand and said, “Too hot and spicy. Dad ....”

Yoga clenched his hands tightly. He wanted to reach out and persuade Freya as usual, but he realized that even though they were sitting close together, he knew there was a great distance between them.

“Freya ..”

“Um ... why not eat?”

“I .. instead I intend to leave you alone without news. Just then, my grandfather suddenly came and took me away. He won't let me carry anything. He took me to school abroad. All access to Indonesia was blocked by him. I'm always looking for a way to call you, but your old phone number can't be reached. The email I sent you never answered. I can't come back here until my studies are over, so ...”

So, that's why now you have a lot of money and can afford a sports car. Then you think you can buy me back?

Freya swallowed all the grievances in her heart. He did not want to tell Yoga, because looking for the man like a madman, his bag was pickpocketed on the street.

All the contents in it vanished without a trace: cash, ATM that contained nothing, identity card, SIM, and mobile phone. He almost became a vagabond for losing the bag.

At that time, he stumbled back to the contract with a body drenched in rain, then a high fever for three days due to fatigue and not eating.

At that time, if not for the mother of the contract owner who forced him to go to the clinic on time, maybe at that time he was dead, but it was a heartbreak that made him not want to live anymore.

Then now, this man came and apologized .. want everything to go back to how it was?

Maybe sorry he could give, but his once broken heart was a mess ....

Freya put the spoon and fork in her hand.

He looked straight at Yoga, cleared his throat twice before saying solemnly, “Yoga, sorry. I'm already married. Whatever you say, it won't mean anything anymore.”

His voice sounded very calm. His facial water did not change .. but the tears that ran down his cheeks were getting heavier.

Freya bit her lips and turned away.

It seemed as if the sourness came from the wound in his heart that was gaping back, rising upwards and getting stuck in his throat.

However he tried to stay strong and strong, in fact the influence of Yoga Pratama never disappeared completely.

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