My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Dangers

Freya's head is dizzy. His body was flanked by two men whose body odor made him nauseous. He had to curl up and shrink his body like a pitiful shrimp so as not to squash.

Because his gaze was dark, he could not see which way the car was traveling. Only the sound of horns and vehicle engines from the left and right. Every now and then the car slowed down and stopped, probably because of the red light.

At that time Freya only hoped to arrive quickly at the destination so that she did not need to be tormented by body odor that had almost made her faint. These kidnappers don't need drugs at all, they will lose consciousness soon if they don't get out of the car.

Freya swore in her heart. These insolent men, just look what he would do to them if it was free later ....

Freya's two hands were still held by two men on her left and right sides. He can only hope that Yoga soon finds out that he was kidnapped and guesses where he was taken away.

Really shit. In a crucial moment like this was forced to rely on the man.

Damn double. What if Pram finds out?

Finish already.

Is Mr Pram going to go berserk and scold him all out?

Freya exhaled weakly. He wondered, did Mr Pram even know that he was currently being kidnapped?

Moreover, what was the price of his life in the hands of these people?

Freya ventured to open her mouth and asked, “How much did you get paid to kidnap me?”

After waiting for quite a while, no one answered the question. Freya sneered behind the head covering. Very ticklish, no pleasantries can.

He wanted to ask once more, but the car braked and stopped suddenly. The checks on both hands were removed. His body jerked forward and backward, then hit the head of who knows who hard.

“Job!” Freya swears.

So sick!

He reached out and touched his forehead. There was a lump as big as a five hundred coin.

These bastards!

Who's driver? I will definitely repay him!

The sound of the car door opening. A second later, Freya's hand was pulled hard to the right side. His head fell back on the edge of the car and one leg stuck in the chair.

“Damn it! Can you slow down?!” Freya cursed at the person who pulled her hard.

Still no one retorted his swearing. Really very professional.

He tried to stand up steadily, then felt someone approaching. Suddenly the head cover was opened. There were five men with tall and sturdy bodies surrounding him. Everyone wears face coverings. He can't recognize them.

Freya could barely bear to reproach herself. The head cover should be opened. What is expected? Will he be released just like that? Clearly impossible.

He looked around. There was no one else there but the six of them. On his right side, there was only an expanse of empty land and the ruins of a building that seemed to have been unused for a long time. On his left side was only a tall towering wall, looking like the back of an office building. Nothing can be used as a guide.

“See what?!” snapped one of the men fiercely.

Simultaneously the five of them advanced closer and surrounded. Were it not for the boss giving the order to change vehicles and outwit the people chasing behind, they would not have stopped here.

Instead of feeling afraid of those intimidating clashes and attitudes, Freya quickly racked her brains to negotiate with those people.

“Who told you? I'll pay double what he promised,”.

Not arrogant, but the money he got from Pak Pram quite a lot. In addition, he was very sure his life was valued not too expensive. He could buy his life back.

However, the man who had been yelling at him just snorted. He pulls Freya's hand and forces her to walk towards the white pick-up car driving towards them.

“Hey, slow down, I can walk by myself!” Freya thrashed and tried to let go of his hand, but the man pulled his hand more violently and pushed him into the pick-up car that had stopped in front of them.

“Do not worry,” threatened the man before slamming the door and locking it from the outside.

Freya swung her hand to stabilize the balance. His head had already hit quite a lot. He could have a concussion if he fell again.

“Basic bastards! I will avenge you all! Goddamnit!” Freya roared furiously. His shoulders and waist hurt!

He slumped and sat down while leaning against the wall. Really bad luck.

Why is it that since meeting Pramudya Antasena, his days have never been good? Couldn't the man have deliberately married her to share his misfortune with her?

Poems!

Amit-amit baby jabang ....

Freya hit the floor of the car with her fist, then knocked her forehead three times.

To throw shit.

No matter how long the car was moving, Freya did not care about it. It seems that the kidnapping this time has something to do with Pramudya Antasena again. Since those people don't remember his legs and hands, they shouldn't have any evil intentions, ‘ right?

It was likely that the person who told these bastards to kidnap him wanted to use himself to threaten Pramudya, or to ask for a ransom.

Never mind. Mr. Pram is very rich. You ask for whatever you want.

Freya leaned back with her eyes half closed. He was already almost asleep when the car door opened and a very loud man's voice shocked him.

“Down!”

Freya gasped and woke up suddenly so that her bumpy head was throbbing pain. His eyes twitched in a daze and stared outside.

A man still wearing a face mask was standing at the door and waiting for him to come down.

Freya took a slow breath and stepped staggeringly towards the door. He sat on the edge of the car and slumped down. Unable to jump, his head was still dizzy and he was still a little sleepy. What if he stumbles and falls into the man's arms?

Too scary.

He went down and looked around. It looks like a pier on the beach. There are many container containers. There were only five of them in that place. One of the kidnappers was in a pick up car going somewhere.

Where is this? Tanjung Priok's?

“What else now?” ask Freya casually.

“Street!” The man pushed Freya's arm to walk toward an old building at the very end.

“No need to push?” Freya turned around and glared at the man in annoyance. He was sick of being pushed and falling.

“Shut!”

The man pushed her harder so Freya tripped on her own leg. Fortunately, he was more prepared so he did not fall forward. Freya turned her head angrily, observing the man's posture and marking him in the heart. Just see if he's free later. It will reciprocate the urge and this pull is twice as painful!

One of the men who walked forward immediately opened the lock on the iron door, pulling it wide open. The fishy aroma typical of seawater mixed with iron was directly exposed to the outside. Freya turned her face away and covered her nose with her hands. The smell makes people want to vomit.

“Log in!”

Freya twitched before the jerk pushed her again. He stepped in in a hurry and moved away from the stroller.

The inside of the building was dark. There was only one window on the right side whose glass was already blurry. I don't know how many decades it's never been cleaned. There were weathered pieces of wood on the floor, as well as the anchors of the already rusted ship. Cans and empty beer bottles rolled on the floor, strewn with the pea skin that had almost turned into compost.

A rat almost as big as a rabbit jumped from the corner of the room and darted backwards.

Freya frowned in disdain. Why would these bastards take him to a place full of rats and cockroaches like this?

So poor.

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