My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

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With the initial intention of fainting to outwit Bayu and Yoga, Freya ends up completely asleep. Maybe because the tension has subsided so that the veins and nerves in his body become relaxed. His eyes were tightly closed and he slept all the way home in the back seat.

When he arrived at the residence of Mr. Pramudya, the bodyguard was worried whether he should wake the Young Madam or let her sleep for a while in the car. He looked at his partner who drove the car to ask for an opinion, but the man just shrugged and said nothing, obviously he did not want to interfere in the matter.

Finally the burly bodyguard came down and stood by the side of the car in a daze. Should you wake up Madam or not?

When the bodyguard was still upset about what to do, a voice suddenly came from the main entrance.

“Where is he?”

The bodyguard turned around quickly and was surprised to find Pramudya already standing at the door with both hands in his pants pocket. The appearance of Mr. Pram who looked the origin was enough to make the guts of the guard shrink.

“Master, Madam is in the car,” reports as she bends in salute.

“Sleep?”

“Yes. That ... It looks like Madam is exhausted. Madam paralyzes all five men who are on the dock alone.” There was a hint of pride in the bodyguard's voice when reporting the information relayed by his colleague via mobile phone. They said all the men were seriously injured.

“Oh?” Pramudya raised his eyebrows and walked closer to the car.

The bodyguard stepped aside and gave way while reporting again, “Only dear, the leader managed to escape through the back road despite being injured. All four of his accomplices were already handled by the chairman."

“You paid dearly but only clean up the work done by my wife was not becus.”

That cold and humiliating voice made the bodyguard speechless. Although he was not involved in the field to capture the kidnappers, he was embarrassed. Mr. Pram's words are correct. It's a shame when compared to the “ Elite” title that he and his team are proud of.

“Where is Bayu?”

The guards were getting quiet. Should he report that Mr Bayu is fighting with his master's love rival?

The guard narrowed and stared at the guard intensely. “Where is he?”

“Mr Bayu was fighting with .. um, a friend of Young Madam.”

“Friends?”

The bodyguard nodded despite looking hesitant. For now, it should be the status of Young Madam and the man named Yoga that is only a friend, right?

Pramudya snorted cynically before opening the car door. The scenery inside made his forehead wrinkle. His wife who usually always act up and make him upset is leaning on a chair and asleep, seems very slumbering. He cleared his throat once.

There was no response.

Twice.

Still no response.

The bodyguards behind him broke out in cold sweat.

Sir, didn't I tell you that Madam was asleep? Why not believe it?

Pamudya really thought that silly girl was just acting. How could it be so tired just from beating up some bastard? He should have had fun because he could fight to channel his excessive energy.

“Hei.” Pramudya called out while extending a finger and piercing his wife's cheek.

Freya's head was directly tilted to the side. His body was slanted and almost slumped.

There were a lot of crying emotes on the bodyguard's head at the moment. He felt very hurt. Where does a husband wake his wife up that way?

Did you never watch Drakor? Try to notice how Lee Min-ho or Song Joong-ki treat their partners in each romantic series. That's what made the women crazy about the two men.

Hey, don't laugh. He was indeed sturdy and a member of the Elite Force, but he was also an ordinary human. Okay well? Spending time with your partner watching Drakor while snacking is a lot of fun. Just try. Guaranteed to be addictive!

Pramudya who did not know the contents of the bodyguard head beside him lowered his head deeper. He grabbed Freya's body and hugged her tightly. Then very carefully carried the girl into the house.

Finally the bodyguards behind him exhaled a sigh of relief. At least you still know carrying his wife properly. He was already worried that Mr. Pram would take down Young Madam before entering the door.

In the living room, the servants and Mr. Anton were stunned. Who's holding Young Madam? Young Master never carried anyone in such a manner!

Mr. Anton pulled out his phone and secretly photographed the Young Master carrying his wife upstairs. He then sent the picture message to Old Man's assistant. A big smile was on his face. He was very sure Old Man would be very happy when he saw the photo he had just taken by risking his soul and body.

Secretly the old man wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, Young Master Pram was very focused and did not realize that he took his picture. Otherwise ... end his fate ....

Ruth who had been waiting in front of Freya's room immediately helped open the door, then stepped aside quietly. He did not want to disturb the romantic time between Mr and Madam. Moments like this are very rare and not necessarily going to happen in the future.

Just as Pramudya was about to lay Freya on the bed, the pair of watery round eyes opened and looked at her in confusion.

Pramudya's half-down body suddenly stiffened. The distance between their faces was very close. He could even see his wife's long, flickering eyelashes trembling slightly.

This silly girl why would you wake up in such an awkward situation?

“Pak ... ah!”

Freya screeched as Pramudya slammed her body just like that and turned away without saying anything.

Damnit damnit!

Freya's broken head hit the head of the bed. He grimaced and complained while rubbing his head.

Pramudya's body suddenly stopped. He turned around slowly and watched the girl who was sitting on the edge of the bed intently.

Why didn't he realize the wounds on the girl's body just now?

Was it because he was too focused on bringing her into the room? Or because he did not dare to look at the face that looked quite cute and adorable while sleeping it?

Pramudya cursed in the heart. He felt like a bastard who was attracted to minors.

“Start tomorrow no need to go to work in the office again.” After saying that sentence, Pramudya turned and continued walking outside, leaving Freya dumbfounded at his words.

Pramudya goes to find Ruth and orders her to help treat Freya.

Regarding his wife's “friend”, it seems that he already has to deal with it a little seriously. Otherwise, “friend” it will definitely continue to disturb like a pest that does not know itself.

No one can seize what has become Pramudya Antasena. No one is. If it is too stubborn, he will not hesitate to flatten Pratama Group until it is not left out.

Huh. Just a kid yesterday afternoon, but dare to challenge and provoke. Search dead.

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