My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Not Wanting to Be Trapped

“Mistress, please read first.” Samuel reminded politely.

Freya who was struggling with her own thoughts was finally forced to smile. He took back the documents and read them from the beginning.

It contained not too much, essentially handing over ownership of the cafe to Freya. He has the right to renovate or remodel the entire building, even replace or accept employees. Nancy's mother had nothing to do with it anymore. In other words, officially he is the new owner of Mapple Cafe & Resto.

There is nothing strange or awkward, just like Mr. Brata said before. He just needs to sign and be the boss in the blink of an eye. The matter of what the price of this cafe is, he does not want to think about it, what else guesses the price. After all, she can still return this sale and purchase deed to her husband when she returns home later. Mr. Brata and Mr. Samuel can certainly help to reverse the name process.

Yep. Just like that.

Freya decided inwardly and asked, “Signature where?”

Samuel went forward and showed the columns in which Freya had to put her signature.

He began to sign the piece of paper quickly. He wants to finish that “transaction” as soon as possible and get out of there, go home and return everything to Pramudya Antasena.

“Already.” Freya handed the files back to Samuel.

“Good. With this cafe Mapple officially belongs to Mrs Antasena, yes, Mother,” said Samuel.

“Yes. Of course.” Miss Nancy's eyes sparkled brightly. Incidentally he is in need of capital to support his business in the field of coal. Who would have thought capital came into its own without being asked, even in such a fantastic amount! He is back in his 20s again!

Ms. Nancy woke up and greeted Freya while saying, “This cafe I'm handing over to you, yes. I'm sure you can make it even better.”

The smile on Freya's face looked very ugly. He nodded with a heavy heart and pretended to be happy for the wedding gift he had just received.

“The first time is in, yes, Mom. Please check.”

Mr. Brata's words made Nancy's mother almost jump happy. He pulled out his phone and checked the m-banking.

Miss Nancy's eyes widened and sparkled. It felt like he was dreaming.

Indeed, the increase in shophouse prices is very significant, but the price of 20 billion is quite fantastic when compared to the purchase price seven years ago. He had only just opened his mouth and said the nominal so that the prospective buyers would withdraw.

Who would have thought that playful request was granted just like that. If he knew it would be like this, maybe he would ask for a price of 50 billion. But ... This is enough, too. He can go to the suburbs and buy other shophouses for under 500 million. Assets like this are very profitable. It's addictive.

“Thank you for this cooperation, Sir. Next time you need anything, please contact me. Who knows I can help,” said Ms. Nancy with a dry face.

Mr. Brata just nodded politely and replied, “Okay, Mother. It was great working with Mom. Thank you.”

“Sama-sama, Sir. Then, I say yes ...”

Miss Nancy got up, picked up her bag and came forward to hug Freya. She hugged tightly and stroked Freya's shoulder like she was hugging her own daughter.

“Success for you,” whispered with a big smile.

“Mother also.”

Miss Nancy let go of her embrace and greeted Mr. Brata and Samuel alternately. Since the transaction was over, there was no need to linger in that place anymore.

After Ms. Nancy left, Freya stood up to Mr. Brata and was ready to raise the question that had stuck in her mind since then. But Samuel's presence kept him in restraint. He did not want his household problems to be known to outsiders. Mr. Brata is not among outsiders because he takes care of a letter of agreement between himself and Mr. Pram.

“Because everything is done, I say goodbye first, Madam,” said Samuel after finishing cleaning his briefcase. He bowed politely to pay his respects to Freya.

Then, he turned to look at Mr. Brata and said goodbye, “Thank you for your cooperation, sir. See you soon.”

“Sama-sama. See you soon.” Brata shook Samuel's hand tightly, then watched until the man closed the door to the workspace that now officially belonged to Freya.

Freya stood quietly and waited for Mr. Brata to explain, but the man just smiled and stared back at Freya as if there was nothing wrong with the incident that afternoon.

Finally Freya could not stand it and asked, “Did Mr Pram really say this is a wedding gift, Mr Brata?”

“Yes. It is like that.” Mr. Brata replied straightforwardly.

“Why didn't he tell me?”

“If the problem is, please Madam ask directly to Mr. Pram.” Prak Brata could not help his smile. Young people today are very troublesome. If you like to say like, why go around in circles?

Opposite him, Freya felt a headache. Not that he did not want to ask directly to Mr. Pram, but he had promised to keep his distance from the man. As long as there is no Old Man or Tommy, or his stepmother, they will live each other .. if they can not meet each other, go as far as possible ....

His heart is fragile. He doesn't want to get caught up in a complicated relationship that will destroy him when it comes time to part ways.

In addition ... there is still Yoga that .. ah, that's it. No need to think about that bastard now.

“If no one else wants Madam to ask, I say goodbye first.”

Freya sighed softly and nodded unwillingly. What else could he do?

There aren't.

Now, inevitably she had to go back and submit the Sale and Purchase Deed to her husband.

“Thank you, Sir. Be careful on the road.”

Mr. Brata nodded politely and walked out, leaving the slumped Freya and sitting back in her chair.

From an office girl to Madam Antasena. From a cafe waitress to a master owner. All this is too much. And he knows for sure that everything that is excessive, when taken from your hands, will be smashed to pieces.

That is why he forced himself to remain rational and not trapped in the vortex “happiness”.

Suddenly Freya woke up from her chair and galloped towards the door.

Pimply.

Did Doni ignore him for knowing this matter?

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