My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

A Gift from Husband

Thirty-five minutes later, the car stopped in front of the cafe where Freya worked part-time. He's feeling a little nervous. Despite apologizing to Nancy's mother via WhatsApp, she still felt bad. Where there is a boss waiting for his subordinates when the appointment. He should have been waiting.

Freya opened the car door in a hurry and walked in.

He runs into Doni who is carrying a tray of coffee and waflle.

Freya's forehead shriveled. Didn't Doni always take the night shift? Did Doni switch shifts with Andri and Jeni?

“Doni!” Freya called out the name of her co-worker, but the man immediately threw away his face and pretended not to see.

Bizarrely. Obviously, they sat for a few seconds. She was sure she was also smiling as Doni looked at her.

Doni's awkward attitude made Freya wonder, but there were more important things that she had to resolve right away.

He ran to the second floor, where Nancy's mother's office was located. The cafe is indeed in a row of shophouses that can be used as offices.

Lisa doesn't follow Freya up. He was stunned to see Doni who he thought was quite cool when using the apron. With a high and firm posture, the man will definitely make a furore when invited to the meeting.

He sat down in the style he thought was most graceful in the corner seat, then called out to Doni to ask for a menu. He then pretended not to understand and asked the menu featured in the cafe.

Every now and then Lisa twisted the hair at her fingertips and looked at Doni with a hint of embarrassment. At one time, men liked that type of girl. Unfortunately, he doesn't know that Doni likes brave girls and is what Freya is.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Freya is so shocked she doesn't move from Nancy's office door. The middle-aged man she knew was talking to Nancy's mother.

In the chair next to them, there was a man who might be around 34 or 35 years old, wearing a dapper suit, wearing glasses, and carrying a black leather bag that he used to see carried by Mr. Bayu. Obviously, that man was no ordinary man. It seems like he has an important job and position.

Mr. Brata got up and greeted kindly, “Good afternoon, Madam. You have arrived ...”

The friendly and familiar voice made Freya more convinced that she was not dreaming.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Brata ..” Freya returned the greeting awkwardly. What is Brata doing here? Does he know Nancy's mother?

The woman in white who still looked beautiful despite her age had almost reached half a century was getting up from the chair and greeted Freya politely. As usual, she wears a plain white blouse and a dark gray span skirt. With her gold-framed glasses perched on the tip of her nose, Miss Nancy looks very pretty and classy. Freya really liked the appearance of her fashionable boss.

“Freya, come. Sorry, a few days ago I was really busy so I didn't have time to read your messages. Please do not take heart, yes ...”

Suddenly Freya shakes. Although Nancy's mother is not the type of boss who is cruel and ugly, but she is also not a boss who is friendly and generous smile like this. Usually, he just talks about it, reminds to check the stock and asks for financial statements at the end of each month.

What's the matter? Why did Nancy suddenly turn so sweet and friendly?

Freya opens her mouth and makes a sound, “Mother .. sorry, I—“

“It's okay. Come on, sit down. We talked while we were talking, yeah. I had the same message with Doni to deliver your favorite drink,” interrupted by Mother Nancy while holding Freya's hand and directing her to sit next to him. He didn't even let Freya finish her apology. After all, who needs an apology? Right now there is more to it than pleasantries about apologies.

Mr. Brata just watched quietly until Freya sat on the sofa. After which, he beckoned the man sitting opposite him to speak.

“Good afternoon, Madam. I am Samuel of Law Office Ari Pratomo & Associate. Please read the deed of this sale and purchase deal first. If there is nothing to replace, please sign it,” the man said as he handed Freya a stack of files thick enough.

The signature?

Freya looked at Mr. Brata suspiciously. Does that guy have anything to do with all this?

“Mrs don't worry, I've checked everything. So far no problem. Please Madam read it slowly. If there is anything to ask, do not hesitate,” said Mr. Brata when he saw the questioning gaze of Young Madam Antasena.

Freya gulped. Throw's right. It has to do with Mr. Brata. Don't tell me that ....

He picked up a pile of paper proffered to him and started reading it from the start page.

Deed Sell Mapple Cafe & Resto.

Reading the bold printed sentence on the first page made Freya's hands tremble. This is just as he expected.

His eyes scanned directly down, reading Mother Nancy's name as the owner who sold the cafe to “Frey”.

Seeing her name listed as the new owner of the cafe finally made Freya put the document back down without finishing reading the contents. His hand felt like he had just grasped the embers of a fire. So hot! He couldn't hold it much longer.

“What does all this mean?” tanyakanya.

“It was a wedding gift from Mr. Pramudya,” replied Mr. Brata calmly, as if the change in Freya's facial expression did not affect him at all.

“Wedding gift?” Freya parroted in a daze.

“Ya.” Mr. Brata nodded without hesitation.

Indeed that is what Mr. Pramudya said when he asked for what the purchase of this cafe was done. The boss, who is younger than himself, said the cafe transfer had to be completed before dinner. Fortunately, he had a very broad relationship, otherwise he might not be able to carry out the order.

Not to mention he had to seduce the owner of the cafe who refused to give up his business at market prices. The crafty old woman asked for a price many times what she should have. Since there was no other option, he could not resist that slightly unreasonable price request.

Look at the grinning old woman's face wide until the corners of her lips almost reach those earlobes. He must have felt very satisfied with the payment that would soon be in his account.

Freya looked at Samuel, Mr. Brata, and the documents on the table alternately.

Why didn't her husband say anything to her? Even if they didn't see each other, wouldn't you be able to text them or call them for a while.

Why do things like this?

The surprise?

They are not even real married couples! There is also no Old Man to be lied to. Why did that man do all this?

He really does not understand the mind path of Pramudya Antasena. Her husband was very cold and kept her at a distance, sometimes sneering and blatantly insulting her, while the other man was giving her unthinkable kindness.

What exactly does he want?Why should I be so confusing?

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