My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

My wife, let's go home

Before Freya and Lisa stood up and left the cafe, a voice came from their right side.

“Freya!"

Lisa's laughter suddenly stopped, while Freya's body suddenly stiffened. This voice ....

The two turned around simultaneously, looking for the owner of an unfamiliar voice.

“You ...” Freya opened her mouth and did not know what else to say.

In front of him, Yoga smiled widely. The man was wearing a black t-shirt paired with a denim jacket and black cargo pants. With such an appearance, Yoga looks very handsome. He has a bad boy charm that will always be able to make girls fascinated.

The proof is that some girls who had once admired Pramudya now turn their attention to Yoga with a hungry look. Freya frowned in disdain. Saliva was already almost dripping from their mouths. Even Lisa was dumbfounded and stared at Yoga without blinking.

But that's not Freya's focus right now. He again observed Yoga realizing that there was a large bouquet of lily of the valley in his hand.

The bright white color of the mountain lily contrasts sharply with Yoga clothing, but makes it look very charming. The blend of masculine men and beautiful flowers was so beautiful, that it almost rivaled the beauty of the twilight sun floating in the sky.

Freya was stunned and almost cried. Yoga still remembers her favorite flowers, and .. her appearance is still the same as it was in her memory. Apparently not much has changed.

Shit, how's this?

This man was like a wandering ghost who always followed him everywhere, but he could not really get angry .. despite Yoga leaving just three years ago and leaving him with no news, he couldn't really hate it either ....

How'this?

I have to how ....

While Freya was still unable to decide whether to leave or give Yoga a chance to talk, the man had already come forward and thrust the bouquet towards her.

Freya's body jolted slightly backwards. He shrieked softly in surprise, then the next second fell silent as a sturdy arm supported his waist perfectly.

“My wife, let's go home.”

Freya goosebumps hearing that voice, let alone that sentence. He looked at Pramudya who was smiling gently at him, one hundred percent ignoring the still-stretched hand of Yoga by holding a bouquet of flowers in front of their faces.

“I ...” Freya didn't know what to say. Suddenly I can't pretend anymore. Pak Pram's attitude and actions made his brain turn upside down.

Yoga tries to get closer to handing her a bouquet of lily flowers in her hand. “Freya, I—“

“Honey, come ...” Pramudya ignored Freya's surging and murky face. He put a gentle pressure on his wife's waist and stepped away.

Wanted to overtake his wife. Kidding, huh?

Inevitably Freya was forced to follow Pramudya's footsteps, but a split second later, Yoga restrained her other hand, making her body restrained in the middle and unable to move.

Freya glanced back, pulling her hand from Yoga's grasp while saying, “Let go.”

In any case, her current status was that of Madam Antasena.

“Freya ..” Yoga water turned cloudy. He looked very pitiful, like a stray cat.

“Let go,” says Freya once again.

“At least accept this,” her request with a pleading expression.

Freya bit her lips and turned to look at Pramudya. Where might he receive a gift of flowers from another man in front of “husband”. He still knows manners and ethics. For this time, according to him, the attitude of Yoga has been a little outrageous. Despite knowing the secret that the marriage between her and Pramudya was just a pretend one, it was not proper for her to give flowers in a public place like this.

Somehow seeing Freya who ignored the provision of Yoga Pratama made Pramudya feel very satisfied. He pulled Freya's waist closer, then lowered his head and kissed her cheek at a glance.

“My wife is very obedient and sweet. Your husband will give you a gift after coming home later,” he said in a voice that is rather loud so it can be heard by Yoga.

Lisa, who had been watching quietly since, was eager to borrow the bodyguard's thumb and give it all to Mr. Boss.

Good, Boss. Don't let your wife get taken by another man!

Freya's cheeks flushed upon hearing that ambiguous remark. He knew Mr. Pram deliberately did it to make Yoga even more upset. But, for now all she could do was continue acting with her husband. In addition, let's just say this is his revenge against Yoga.

Just leave, come back. Does he think I'm easily fooled?

Freya encourages the flowers given by Yoga and holds Pramudya's arm. The two stepped away, leaving Yoga staring at their backs with drooping hands. The bouquet of flowers in his hand fell to the floor.

Lisa doesn't want to bother Mr. Boss and Freya. He returned to the car that had driven him and Freya, asking the driver to drive him home. It was late afternoon, his working hours were over.

There, Pramudya opened the car door for Freya. He then turned and entered from the opposite side.

Suddenly Freya felt that Mr. Pram's Audi car felt a little cramped and sultry when the man sat next to her. He shifted until his arm almost stuck to the car door.

Though he had promised and determined to stay away from Pramudya Antasena, the further the better ... but why does it feel every day the interaction between them is actually more intense? He can't take it.

“I've transferred to your personal account.”

The words that suddenly came out from Pramudya's mouth made Freya turn her head and look at him in wonder.

What has been transferred?

“Two hundred million. The cost of the kiss,” said Pramudya casually. He did not even look up to look at Freya's face as he spoke.

Hearing that explanation, Freya clenched her hands tightly together. He took a breath and turned his gaze to look out the window.

So that night he wasn't drunk?

Does he know what he's doing?

This is what is meant by “gift” to be given?

Does she think I'm a cheap woman who values everything with money?

Freya was furious. Is it fun to play with a poor person like him?

Along the way home, he said nothing, nor did he look at Pramudya's face again. He was afraid that he would get out of control and punch that handsome face until it could not be recognized anymore.

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