My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

The Cafe

Freya sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wounds on her body sadly.

Just one day as the wife of Mr. Pram, her body has been battered like this. Can it last up to 6 months?

It seemed like this marriage would not go as smoothly as he had hoped. She thought she just needed to be a obedient wife and went to study hard on campus.

Who would have thought he still had to face his cruel mother-in-law and brother-in-law, kidnapped by a body-smelling delinquent, then.

While her heartless husband, after slamming her on the mattress, immediately fled like he was seeing a plague. Her cruel husband did not even ask where he was injured, he immediately turned around and left just like that. Really have no conscience.

Oh, no, he said something.

“You don't have to go to work anymore.”

Whatdoes thatmean?

Am I fired from Antasena Group?

“Arrrgh!” Freya covered her face and shouted loudly, making Lisa and Ruth who were accompanying her almost jump in surprise.

“What's up?” ask them both almost simultaneously.

“Agnitating!”

Lisa exchanged glances with Ruth, then turned back to Freya.

“Mrs hungry?” ask Ruth.

“I'm bored ...” Freya's face looked very clear.

Why did Mr Pram have to forbid him from going to work? If it is like this, people will be more excited to gossip that he teases Mr. Pram to be married and does not need to work anymore .. hiks, very sad ....

He has not been to a cafe for a long time. Doni never returned his message again, nor did he ever pick up his phone. I don't know if he was fired or not. Very dizzying.

She could not just sit quietly at home and rely on her husband's wealth. It's not all his. He wanted to do something useful so that if he suddenly parted with Pramudya, he still had a foothold.

What would he do if Pramudya suddenly dumped him before the contract expired? While he has lost his job at Antasena Group and Cafe Maple. Thinking about it gave him a headache.

“Mistress? You all right? Is there anything you want?” ask Ruth again. He was quite worried to see the condition of his employer who looked depressed.

“How about we play to the mall?” take Lisa excited.

Freya rolled her eyeballs and sneered.

“Your father does not know that you are not working in Antasena Group?” tanyakanya.

“What is not working? My job now is to accompany you every day. The Boss said wherever you go, I must accompany you. He will pay me double my salary at the end of each month,” Lisa replied proudly.

“What?” Freya surprised. Why doesn't he know this?

“Hm.” Lisa nodded with great satisfaction. In addition to being paid for college, he was also paid to have fun. He felt lately his life was very relaxed and good. Actually, just sitting quietly in a room like this was no problem for him. After all, his salary will still be transferred at the end of the month. How could he not be happy?

“You—“

Freya's phone on the table rang. There's an incoming call. Freya did not speak. He reached out and picked up his phone, then saw a call on his phone that was apparently sent by the cafe owner.

Freya's stunned. She had tried to contact Nancy's mother several times to tell her why she had not been able to come to work for the past few days, but she did not respond at all. Now that he suddenly called like this, what's up?

Freya touched the receive button with a slight hesitation and stuck the phone to her ear.

“Halo, good afternoon, Mom,” said.

“Halo, Freya. Sorry I just called you. Since last week Mother out of town.”

“Iya, I'm on the phone to talk about work. When do you have time? Mom wants to meet. Can?”

“Eh ... it .. actually I'm free anyway, Mom. If you want to meet now you can.”

“Wah, it just so happens that Mother is also again in the cafe. You just came here, yes.”

“OK, Mom. Maybe I get there in about twenty minutes.”

“Nothing. Mom wait, yeah. I'll see you around.

“Good, Bu.”

“What's up?” ask Lisa kepo. In addition to accompanying Freya everywhere, her job is to be a spy reporting where Freya is going to the Big Boss.

He knew the Big Boss instead of distrusting Freya, the Boss just didn't want Freya to continue getting hurt. The proof is that the man always ordered himself and Ruth to take good care of Freya.

“I have to go to the cafe. Miss Nancy would like to see me.”

“Who?”

“Bu Nancy, owner of the cafe where I work part-time.”

“I'm coming!” Lisa immediately jumped down from the sofa and picked up a sweater that was hung near the closet.

“Mistress, you are still injured.” Ruth reminded.

“It's okay, just a small wound.”

In the past when he was still participating in street fighting, his entire body was bruised and blue-blue almost every day. There were always large and small wounds that filled his body making him invulnerable.

However, after a three-year vacuum never fought head-on, he had to admit his body's tolerance level to pain began to weaken. But it seems like he's getting used to it again. He is pretty sure there will be a bloody fight for the next 6 months. He reminded himself to be alert and prepare well.

Ruth no longer denied it. He stood up and tried to help Freya get ready, but Freya refused.

“Ruth, I told you, unless I'm going to have dinner or other formal events, you don't have to help me do anything,” Freya scolded.

Ruth remained silent. Then her job is the same as Miss Lisa's, just sitting around all day doing nothing. Why do you feel like you are eating a blind salary?

Before she could protest, Freya had gone to the dressing room to replace her tee shirt with a light brown blouse. He polished a thin powder, slightly moisturized his lips, then clamped his hair with the originals, took his sling bag and walked out.

Ruth was almost crying. Why is Madam so hard to handle? He is not even allowed to do scrubs and massage. What if the boss finds out and fires him? He was determined in his heart that when the Madam returned later, he should explain his duties as a personal assistant very clearly.

Once on the front porch, a driver immediately opened the car door swiftly and let Freya in.

“Thank you.” Freya came in and sat in the passenger seat.

Lisa jumped in and sat down next to him.

“Street, Sir. Follow my directions later.”

“Good, Mistress.”

The car rolled out of Pramudya's spacious courtyard. Freya did not want to bother to tell Pak Pram or Pak Bayu. He knew Lisa had done it first. This little traitor who stuck him everywhere, he did not know to be angry or to thank him.

At least, with the report that Lisa gave periodically, he did not need to report his existence to Pak Pram or Pak Bayu himself. It was like being under house arrest. Very clumsy.

He understood, if Mr. Pram or Mr. Bayu knew where he was, then they could immediately help him if something happened, just like the incident this morning. If it wasn't for Lisa informing Mr. Bayu of his departure, he might still be crawling out of the dock with great difficulty. That's why he can't be upset with Lisa either.

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