My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Sir, Missing Madam

“I know the wedding is fake, Freya,” concluded Yoga.

That time he returned Freya's gaze boldly. He had guessed Freya would say that. Fortunately, he was prepared before going to war.

“You?! How can you know?” Freya was shocked and panicked.

Where does Yoga know that information? In the office, only Mr. Pram, Mr. Bayu, and Mr. Brata know this information. Who leaked it?

“Tenace. I'm not gonna tell anyone. I appreciate your decision. I know I don't deserve to interfere, but I will wait for you, Freya,” Yoga said earnestly.

Within two days, all the information about Freya and Pramudya Antasena had been bagged. He who is now is not a useless young man like three years ago.

In that span of time, his grandfather had educated and galvanised him very well. Now all Pratama Group assets have become his. He swore to make amends for Freya. Waiting another year or two is no problem. He had waited for three years without giving up, plus a few more months or years would mean nothing.

Freya was silent for a long time. He didn't know what to react to. One is a man who has the status of her husband, even though the marriage is fake, she still has to defend the honor of her husband. While the other man .. who is in front of him at this time is the man who once inhabited his heart.

Seeing Freya who was very surprised and did not continue eating made Yoga feel guilty. He did not intend to press or impose his will. He was afraid that Freya would misunderstand.

Yoga's shoulders fell and he said carefully, "I won't force you. No need to worry. Eat ...”

Freya looked at the withered vegetables inside the bowl and the remaining half of the vein meatballs floating in the red sauce. I don't know why his appetite just disappeared. That meatball doesn't look delicious anymore. He pushed the bowl away and got up from his seat.

“Your time is up. Take me back.”

“Freya, wait a minute!” Yoga reached out and held Freya's arm.

He looked a little nervous as he asked, “Did the man treat you well?"

Yoga watches the changes in Freya's face meticulously, hoping to find a hint of strangeness or a sense of objection from her expression.

"Not too bad," Freya replied as she tried to remove the handcuff Yoga had on her arm. Since Yoga knows everything, just say it.

"We only need to act in front of his grandfather for six months" he said honestly.

“Is there still a chance for me?” ask Yoga carefully.

If Freya says “ya”, then no matter what happens, she will definitely marry the girl .. sooner or later.

“Take me home,” urges Freya regardless of the question. For now, he did not want to bother himself with the answer to that question. It takes time to think and calm down.

Fortunately, yoga is not forced anymore. This matter should be discussed slowly. He did not want to upset Freya and further away from her.

“Wait here, I pay first.” Yoga got up and approached Mang Deden who was busy serving other customers.

“I will wait near the car,” Freya said.

He came down from the sidewalk and opened his bag. He intends to send a message to Mr. Bayu to give word that he came out for a while.

That afternoon the streets were crowded. Because of its location on the shoulder of the road, Yoga parked his car a little far from the base of Mang Deden.

The door of the car suddenly opened, and Freya's body was pulled in before she realized what was going on.

Freya did not have time to shout, her mouth had been closed and gagged pieces of cloth. A large, sturdy hand locked it very hard.

Freya growled furiously and wrestled about to break away, but the strife in her hand grew louder.

"Shut up!" sniffed one of the men in the car.

The man took the face cover and put it on Freya. In an instant Freya's vision went dark.

The car had sped away and moved away before the people around the place reacted. When they woke up, they screamed and pointed at the car which left only a puff of dust. No one can clearly remember how many license plates the car had. No one dared to call the police for fear of being named as a suspect.

Yoga who had finished paying immediately got off the sidewalk and caught up to his car, but he did not see Freya there. He picks up a cell phone and contacts Freya, but the call is not picked up. The message is also just two gray checklists.

“Job!” Yoga cursed and punched the air in annoyance.

Did he leave without telling me? No ... Freya couldn't have been.

He turned around and was about to check at the end of the alley he used to walk through with Freya when he ran away from school first. However, a group of burly men suddenly came out from the Rover and blocked in front of him.

“You? How did you get here?” Yoga was really surprised. He thought he had managed to outwit those people.

The group of men did not answer. They walked towards Yoga simultaneously. That attitude looks like a bunch of hyenas eyeing a prey, measuring the weakness of the opponent very carefully.

“You really think you can match the ability and strength of Mr Pramudya?” One of the men grinned, then without warning waved his fist at Yoga's face with all his might.

Bugh!

The yoga that was not ready to receive the blow grimaced in pain and held his jaw. The salty taste mixed with the distinctive iron scent lurked into his sense of smell. He licked the corner of his lips, then spat out a red-colored liquid that flowed from between his lips.

One more kick floated towards the belly of Yoga, but he first dodged so that the kick only hit empty air.

“You've been reminded, stay away from our Madam!” One of the men shouted loudly, then again attacked towards Yoga ferociously.

Again Yoga can avoid those attacks easily. Actually, defeating those people was not a difficult thing, but right now the most important thing was to find Freya. In addition, he did not want to be a spectacle of people around them who started taking out cell phones and recording.

That's why he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his jaw, then said, “That's why you don't exist. Quickly help me find it.”

“What?!” The group of men shouted in unison.

The man who had earlier punched Yoga immediately pulled out his phone and contacted his superior.

“Master, Mistress missing.”

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