My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Turns out Compensation

“Freya, look!” Lisa pulled Freya's hand in a panic, then pointed outwards.

“What's up?” Freya followed the direction that Lisa pointed.

When he saw who had come, Freya's hands trembled. The man he wanted to beat came to deliver himself to be beaten. Real nice.

Lisa approached and asked, “Why did the Big Boss come here? Is he looking for you? I swear I didn't report you being here.”

Freya laughed heartily. There was no need for Lisa to report it, of course the thug knew where she was, the man who arranged everything here.

Seeing Freya's murky face, Lisa shook her hands and coaxed, “Freya, I don't know what problem you have, but please don't fight here. I'm sure Mr. Pram means well. He cares a lot about you.”

Care about? Heh .. It is not caring, but arbitrary and arrogant. I don't want to be treated like that.

Freya sneered in her heart. However, he still listened to Lisa's words and suppressed all his desire to fight. At least, she still had to keep her husband's face in public.

A guard opened the door of the cafe, and Pramudya walked in. All the visitors turned their heads and looked at the handsome man standing with the aura of a king in front of the door. The girls had almost drooled. The man looked like a god, too handsome and dazzling to the point of hurting his eyes!

Pramudya seemed to be unconcerned with all the attention that was drawn to him. His eyes scanned around, looking for a petite figure that had recently disturbed his concentration.

After searching for a while, he found Freya looking at him with ... What kind of expression is that? Shouldn't he be happy that he just got this cafe for free? Why does his wife look like she's going to be in debt?

The priest stepped towards the table in the corner of the room followed by ******** the breath of some girls and the jealous gazes of the men. Two bodyguards followed behind him at a safe distance.

Lisa first stood up and greeted Pramudya politely to admit her mistake, “Good afternoon, sir. Sorry I didn't get to tell you about—“

“It's okay. I know he's here,” interrupted Pramudya. His gaze could not be separated from his wife. The stubborn girl just kept smiling—which was obvious that the smile was so forced—and looked at her fixedly.

An intense aura was pouring out in the air. No one dared to speak. Even the girls who had originally stolen a glance with adoring gazes did not dare to look over again. The gaze of the girl that the handsome man was approaching was simply too terrifying.

Finally Lisa who ventured invited Pramudya to sit down. He then fled the battlefield in a cold sweat. Maddened. The situation is too horrible!

Two bodyguards stood about three steps away from the table and faced outside. The situation made Freya feel a little uncomfortable. People looked at him strangely. He didn't like it, but how do I drive this guy away?

“Nothing you want to explain, Sir?” scold Freya when Pramudya just sits in front of her and plays the phone in her hand. What kind of attitude is that?

“Oh?” Pramudya looked up indifferently. Finally the girl was willing to talk to herself. He thought the two of them would shut each other down for a while, but it turned out that his silly wife could not hold on any longer.

Freya growled softly.

"Oh"?

Only “oh”?

Freya took a glass and sipped a caramel macchiato a lot. He needed a cold drink to put out the fire in his head.

“This is compensation for your motorcycle that I took without permission five months ago.”

“Uhuk!” Freya choked without preparation. The caramel macchiato he drank almost slid out of his nose. He patted his chest with his hands, but his cough still would not stop.

Compensation for motorcycles taken without permission? Isn't that the same as this guy claiming to have stolen? A Pramudya Antasena admitted that he stole the motorcycle of a poor employee like himself? Freya couldn't believe it. It seems the world wants to doom.

Anyway, hey ... Sir, that motorcycle is only worth 20 million! Plus the highest installment interest is only 33-35 million rupiah. How does it compare to this cafe?!

Pramudya sighed softly, took the tissue on the table and handed it to Freya while saying, “Slows ...”

Instead of subsiding, Freya coughed increasingly worse until her face turned red. Damnit. The fierce Mr. Pram is scary, but the kind and caring Mr. Pram is scarier.

Wait ....

Freya wiped her mouth and nose with a tissue, then looked at Pramudya seriously and asked, “So it was a wedding gift or compensation my motor?”

Hearing the question, Pramudya raised one eyebrow, returning a probing gaze from Freya. The girl's face looked very cute and a little stupid. Does his brain not understand? Should he explain it directly?

Pramudya could not help but smile a little. However, due to the unusual smile, it was more like a very stiff grin.

Freya cursed inwardly and turned her face away. They had never sat face to face and spoke so casually like this. Unfortunately, she felt a stiff grin on her husband's face that did not look ugly at all, it looks very suitable with the face of his look.

“There is no way I told the previous owner that this cafe will be used as compensation for motorcycles I took without permission, ‘kan? In addition, you are no longer working in Antasena Group. You can manage this cafe freely. So you can also consider it a severance. Whatever you want which one.”

Pramudya's explanation made Freya aware, again she had thought too much. Her brain became even more useless if it was in front of this fake husband.

Freya bit her lips and refrained from saying a wedge in her heart. This is a public place, it feels less good if they argue here.

“I understand. Thanks for explaining. Another problem, let's talk about it later. I say goodbye first.” Freya stood up and walked away before Pramudya returned her words.

Despite not understanding why his wife looked angry and upset, Pramudya just stared at the girl's departure without saying anything. She had come to pick him up to come home together, all of you wanted to see his reaction after becoming a cafe owner. Who would have thought that strange girl was actually angry and emotional. The basis is unclear.

Up ahead, Freya continues to look for Lisa who is somehow hiding where. You useless friend. Always run away when there is a problem. What is faithful, friend? Ckckck ... is only good at licking Bosses and sacrificing friends whenever there is trouble. Really have no conscience.

While looking while cursing Lisa in the heart, Freya finally saw her friend was sitting on the front porch, under the shade of a dark green cafe umbrella tent. Freya approached him and clasped his forehead in annoyance.

“Aw!” Lisa screeched and rubbed her sore forehead. He grimaced and wanted to scold Freya, but not so when he saw Freya's face bent twelve.

“Feel! From now on we don't have to be friends!” Freya pretended to be angry and pursed her lips.

Lisa suddenly forgot the pain in her forehead. He stood up and persuaded Freya.

“My good brother, don't get angry .. You know, my guts are very small. I dare to face the Boss, but calm down .. You remain number one in my heart.”

Freya glared in annoyance. “Who's your sister? I don't have a useless sister like this!”

Lisa flinched on Freya's arm and tried to be as blank as possible.

Freya tries to push her friend away, but Lisa hugs her even tighter. Eventually Freya gives up and lets Lisa cling to her hand.

“Already. Come on, go home,” take him.

He was too lazy to be in one location with Pramudya Antasena. The man just made her emotional at all times.

Lisa laughed happily and almost jumped in the air. He knew Freya wouldn't really be mad at him, this friend of his was so kind and generous!

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