My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Madam Still Wants to Faint?

The one remaining man roared furiously as he charged towards Freya.

"Basic ******! I'll—"

“Whispering!” Freya grabbed the rusty piece of anchor that was at the tip of her foot, then saltoed and greeted the man in the air. His legs turned and hit the man's calf firmly.

The man fell down on the floor.

With speed still unreadable, Freya stuck a piece of anchor right on the man's thigh.

The howls of pain were heard in the air.

Prangs!

The sound of the broken window glass attracted everyone's attention. The sound of screaming in pain stopped at the same time. They all turned in unison to the origin of the voice.

The only window that was there had broken. A palm-sized iron circle was thrown in from the hole, rolling and stopping right in the middle of the room.

Glass and wood chips were strewn across the floor.

Freya who realized what it was immediately ran away, jumped and lay on the floor while covering both ears.

Psst!

A hissing sound that sounded like a deflated balloon was heard in the room. Smoke and dust mixed in the air. A second later, a very thick puff of smoke rose out and filled the room quickly.

Damnit. Apparently not a bomb.

That's tear gas!

Freya cursed inwardly while resting her body with her knees and elbows. He tried to crawl towards the door, ignoring the five bastard men in the room.

Let them find their own way out. After all, who knew the person who threw the smoke bomb was a friend or an enemy?

Freya ignored her sore knees and palms. He tried to get up by holding on to the rusty walls and peeling here and there.

He could still hear the maki mishaps mixed with pain from inside the room, but the voices had drifted away a little. Looks like the kidnappers were hurt bad enough that no one came to chase him. Including the boss that big bullshit.

Want to sleep with me? Heh. Just go die!

Only a few more steps would Freya reach the door, but an army of men dressed in all black had stormed into the room.

Freya's body froze. The men wore bulletproof vests and carried the long-barreled guns he used to see in action movies.

He was stunned and slightly braced his body against the wall as the men approached towards him.

Are they the men of that crazy boss? Why did they attack with grenades? Want to kill your own boss?

“Mrs!” One of the men in black rushed forward holding a special mask.

“Please wear this,” he said as he bent down and thrust the mask towards Freya.

Finally Freya could breathe a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and refused the mask.

These people are stupid or what? Can you throw smoke bombs at the hostages? Where did they take training?

Totally amateur!

Never mind. Since they were not among the people who wanted to kill him, then that was more than enough. Freya didn't want to bother him. After all, the door was only a few steps away.

“Inside there are five people,” clear.

He clung to the wall and continued walking outside. The hot sunlight greeted him and dry air swept into his lungs.

Freya closed her eyes and enjoyed it. At least it's better than the musty smelling moist air and rat shit in that rotten shed.

“Who sent you?” he asked a guard on his right side.

“Tuan Pram.”

“Oh ...”

Apparently the man still had a conscience. He thought Pramudya Antasena would not care about his life and death, but he seemed to have been mistaken.

Unconsciously the ends of Freya's lips curved. I don't know why he's happy for such an unclear reason.

“Freya!”

The sound of the exclamation forced Freya to open her eyes. From the front, two men were riding on a motorcycle and were speeding towards him.

Wh who?

Freya's eyes narrowed.

When he finally recognized the two motorcyclists, Freya's shoulders sagged.

That is Yoga and Pak Bayu.

The two chatty men were .. he did not want to face the two of them.

“Quick papah me!” freya orders the bodyguard closest to her. He then collapsed without waiting for the bodyguard's response.

Fortunately, the bodyguard was very smart. He catches Freya's body and acts as if the Madam is unconscious from being kidnapped.

Yoga that saw it from afar immediately added to its speed.

Bayu does not want to lose. It pulls the gas to the maximum.

Smoke from the exhaust accompanied the arrival of two motorcyclists who looked like they wanted to rob a bank.

“What happened to him?” they were almost at the same time.

The bodyguard who stood up and propped up Freya's body a little awkwardly could only answer, “It looks like the Madam is exhausted. Besides, we didn't think there was a Madam inside, so the chief threw a smoke bomb. Looks like Madam inhaled a little bit—“

“What?! Basic useless!” temper Yoga.

Bayu glared with annoyance and curses, “What is an elite team? Shrimp brain base!”

The bodyguard could only shut up and accept the anger. After all, it was indeed their team's fault for not being aware of the Madam's whereabouts within the room. Their informant said that the Madam was still in the pick up car that was moved to the dock parking lot.

“Give him to me,” command Yoga.

“Dreams!” Bayu pushed Yoga's shoulders firmly, blocking in front of the man.

“Bring the Madam to the car, take her home to Pram's place,” her orders.

“Good, Mr.”

“Soaring!” Yoga pressed forward and was about to seize Freya.

Of course Bayu did not stay silent. He restrains with his body so that Yoga cannot go anywhere.

In an instant, the two men fought and rolled on the asphalt.

The bodyguard resisted the urge to wake the Young Madam and watch the fight.

It is fitting that Madam immediately pretends to faint ....

The bodyguard takes Freya to the car and wakes her up carefully. “Mistress, if you still want to faint then—“

“Yes, don't disturb. I still want to faint. Wake up when you get home.”

“Good ...”

The bodyguard held his breath and closed the car door, then moved to the passenger seat at the front.

Right now his main task is to guard and deliver the Madam to the house safely. The problem of two men who are fighting and the kidnappers, let his colleagues take care of it.

“Come, take the Madam home,” he told his co-worker who served as a driver.

“Oke.”

The car's engine ignited, then the car moved steadily leaving the dock and chaos behind it.

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