My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Fighting (2)

As soon as the car stopped, Freya immediately opened the door and jumped out. He rode away like a wounded bull. More precisely, his pride was hurt. He felt that this marriage was wrong. From the beginning he should not be tempted and stuck in this game.

Behind him, Pramudya stared at Freya's departure with a sour face. What else is wrong with that girl? Has he stopped him again?

He's mad because I gave him money?

I just did what we agreed to do together. Why should I be angry?

He went down and followed his wife who had already entered the house.

“Mistress, you are home,” greet Mr. Anton politely.

Freya forced herself to smile and return the man's greeting. He was just upset with Pramudya, not everyone in the house. He went up to the second floor and rushed straight to his room.

“Mistress,” greeting Ruth who passed Freya at the end of the hallway.

“I want to be alone, go,” pinta Freya still trying to be friendly even though he was lazy to mince words.

“Good, Mistress.” Ruth bowed politely to pay her respects before leaving from there.

Gosh, it looks like the Master and Madam are fighting again. He had to go down and report it to Mr. Anton.

“Where is Madam?” ask Pramudya who just arrived in the living room.

“It looks like Madam went straight to the room, Sir,” replied Mr. Anton.

Without saying anything, Pramudya immediately went up, but not to Freya's room. He went to his study. There are still a lot of documents to check. He loosened his tie and slammed the door in annoyance. There was no time to take care of that angry girl.

From downstairs, seeing the master who did not go to persuade his wife made Mr. Anton sigh slowly. His employer's ego and prestige were too great. If it continues like this ... how can they quickly give the Great Lord a cute and adorable great-grandchild?

Ruth approached Mr. Anton and whispered, “Young Master and Madam quarreled again.”

“Hm.” Mr. Anton nodded with a helpless feeling. He sighed softly. If only there was something he could do to help deal with the tension between Mr and Mrs.

In the room, Freya walked back and forth while cursing all of Pramudya Antasena's ancestors. He was so upset that he wanted to go berserk.

If you know it will be like this, it is better that he received flowers given Yoga only! At least the man never looked down on him and measured everything with money. Yoga always treated him sincerely, never acted out of sorts, what else to do as he pleased. The only mistake the man made was to just walk away. Come to think of it, it wasn't too bad when compared to Pramudya Antasena's arrogant and obnoxious attitude.

Freya stopped walking and sat on the bed. Remembering Yoga made her heart ache. Had the man not left her without saying goodbye, would things still be the same as they are today?

His eyes feel hot. He looked up to hold back the tears that were about to roll down.

Can't cry. Right now all he has to do is settle the matter with Mr. Pram.

Problems between them ....

He was a little hesitant, is it necessary to send back incoming funds to the sender or not?

Freya was silent for a moment and pondered. That night, he did come to talk out of annoyance, asking to be paid 200 million every time he kissed but he did not really mean it. He was upset because Mr. Pram took his words seriously.

But .. Why am I angry?

Could it be because he did not want Mr. Pram to consider himself a double eye? Butwhy? Shouldn't he not care what the man thinks of him?

Freya ruffled her hair in annoyance. Why is his emotions always chaotic when it comes to Mr Pram?

Never mind. Restore only. But next time he won't let the man kiss her carelessly. That's too dangerous. His heart could not resist such a huge temptation.

Freya reopened her phone and used the m-banking feature. The 200 million money that had just entered into his account, were all transferred back without any deduction.

After that, he unpacked his bag and issued a deed of sale and purchase of Cafe Mapple. It must be returned to its owner.

He held the files in his right hand and walked out. Ignoring the inquisitive gazes of the servants, he walked towards Pak Pram's study. He was sure the man must have been there.

Sure enough, when he got there, Freya saw the lights in Pramudya's workspace lit up. He knocked on the door three times and waited.

No answer from inside.

Freya raised her hand again and wanted to knock on the door, but suddenly the thing opened wide and the handsome face of Mr. Pram appeared before her.

The man simply raised an eyebrow and looked at her without saying anything.

“I want to talk to Dad, can I?” ask Freya.

Pram's face turned sour hearing that “Bapak” call again. Even so, he kept opening the door wider and let Freya in.

Freya stood in the middle of the room and waited for Pramudya. After the man returned to the chair and sat down, he just sat in the chair in front of him.

Pramudya looked at the girl before him expressionlessly. His phone just received a notification of the transfer of the entry of funds of 200 million rupiah. This stupid girl gave me back the money. Now coming looking for him with such a serious face, he wanted to know what other nonsense he wanted to convey.

“I can not accept this, Sir,” said Freya while presenting the deed of sale and purchase file in front of Pramudya.

“It's worth too much, I don't dare. The problem with my motorcycle, forget it. .. the price is not worth it. Consider it paid off with the tuition fee you paid,” he added again when he saw Pramudya not react at all.

Pramudya did not glance at the pile of papers thrust before him. He was very curious, actually how to think about the girl in front of him.

He wanted to open his head and see what was inside. Maybe that way he can understand the way of his mind and heart.

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