My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

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Freya looked at her phone restlessly. A call from a nameless number made his soul almost slip away from his body. If it wasn't for the two previous messages informing him who the owner of the number was, he would have already ignored it. However, two messages that entered five minutes ago clearly threatened him, forcing him to go to the location sent in the message within thirty minutes.

Yeah, who else would have owned that number if not the arrogant, cold, fierce CEO?

Huh!

Want him to have access to employee data, then casually send messages and terrorize like that? Really like to bully!

“Freya, who called? Why don't you lift?” reprimand Doni, Freya's shift colleague that night.

“Salah connect. Leave it alone,” replied Freya origin before arranging the drink on the tray and bringing it to table number seven.

Freya just left her phone in the drawer of the cash register. Just let the guy call until his phone explodes. His work time will run out in two hours.

Is he just busy? Huh. This job is just as important as the thousands-dollar contracts he used to sign, okay?

Freya doesn't want to lose her side job just because she's going to marry a millionaire. What if he dumped her the day after the wedding? Who will pay for his living expenses? Renting a home in the capital city is very expensive!

While grumbling inwardly, Freya continued to make and deliver orders to the customers' desks. With the help of Doni, his work did not feel heavy. Moreover, they had cooperated for quite a long time so had understood each other.

Freya was making a glass of vanilla latex when Doni suddenly approached her with a panicked face.

“Freya, do you owe the loan shark? There were people with sinister faces in front. They're looking for you!”

“Hah?” Freya looked up for a moment, then looked ahead. The transparent window glass makes it able to see quite clearly who the people are meant by Doni.

“Gosh, die me! Why is he here?!” Freya panicked and accidentally spilled the vanilla latex that was ready to be served. His hands trembled and his face paled, making Doni even more convinced that the people outside were thugs who wanted to collect the debt.

“How much do you owe them? Say, I'll help pay for it,” said the man nervously. It's impossible to owe up to hundreds of millions, ‘kan? Doni silently swallowed his saliva. Even if it reaches hundreds of millions, he is willing to pay it. Think of it as a down payment for a dowry. The man's face turned red with his own thoughts.

“This is scarier than debt,” said Freya who does not know what to do. How did he find his workplace? His abilities are terrifying!

“More scary than debt?” Doni stunned. What is more frightening than debt? His forehead is deep. Shortly thereafter, his pair of eyes were fusillade. Kidnappers! Those guys must be mobsters who like to kidnap beautiful girls and sell them to striped men!

“Do those people want to kidnap you?” Doni pulls Freya's body and blocks her with his own. “Just relax, I won't let them take you away!”

Freya was startled for a moment, then soon realized what Doni was thinking. He reached out to hit the man's shoulder while scolding him, “What are you talking about? Your imagination is too much! Stop reading manga in the online app!”

“Ck ... ck .. ck .. I never thought a little girl's guts were so big. Your husband's candidate has almost exploded because of the emotions in the car, but you even pull very friendly with your affair here. Don't want your life anymore?”

Freya's entire body stiffened upon hearing that slightly familiar voice. She timidly looked out from behind Doni's body. It turned out to be true, it was Mr. Bayu who called him from the canteen this afternoon.

Freya advanced one step and intends to explain, “It ... Sir .. I. .. My working time is still an hour away. If I just leave, I will be fired ...”

Freya sculpting. He bit his lips and made a calculation in his heart. Come to think of it, the salary of Antasena Group is greater. Would he prefer a job there or in this cafe? The answer is clear. After all, maybe tomorrow he can still go to the cafe owner and beg with a clear face. Hopefully the owner is being kind and letting him keep working.

After weighing and deciding, Freya released the apron and handed it to Doni. He picked up the phone in his drawer and his backpack under the table, then looked at Doni earnestly and said, “Sorry, I troubled you today. Later when I pay for lunch. Okay?”

Doni, who was still shocked at their uninvited guest's statement about the future husband waiting in the car, still did not give any reaction.

Until finally when he saw Freya about to get into the black Lexus car parked outside, he jumped up and exclaimed, “Freya! Who's your future husband? Why not tell me? Aaa ... Freya! Don't leave me!”

Freya pinched her suddenly dizzy forehead. All the offenders in the cafe stared at him with a very puffy expression. They look like they are watching a drama show. And the bad guy is himself. It's so embarrassing. How should he lift his face to look at his customers? Really annoying.

“Ng ... it ... I ...” Freya was glued in front of the open car door. Don't know where to sit? Should it be next to that fierce CEO?

“Enter. My patience is not much.” The ice-cold sound coming from inside the car made Freya jump straight in without asking any more.

Behind her, Bayu could only sigh lightly and get into his own car. His best friend's wife is very brave. Could his life be nine?

Did he not know that Pram's temperament was not good at all? The man's patience was only as thick as a thread!

It is a miracle Pramudya Antasena is still willing to come pick up and wait in the car. Bayu was a little surprised by Pram's patience in dealing with the silly girl who became his future wife. If it was someone else who had Pramudya waiting, perhaps even his ancestral altar had been leveled to the ground.

The motorcade finally left the cafe, leaving all customers with curious faces and Doni who was still standing at the door staring at Freya's departure in disbelief.

He did not believe Freya was getting married! Damn, if he knew it would end like this, he should have expressed his feelings sooner. Now it was too late, only being able to see a good item being robbed by a stranger in plain sight without being able to do anything. Really shit.

In the car, Freya did not dare to move at all. He sat with his back straight, not even daring to touch the back of the chair. The man beside her was too creepy. His face looked like it would eat people at any moment.

Hid.

Why should it be so angry? It wasn't me who sent a message all of a sudden and told you to pick you up at work, okay? Do I have to follow all your orders? Fucking dictator! Cold-blooded! Cruel!

“Why not reply to my message?”

“Eh?” Freya instantly stopped berating the maki in her heart. He turned his head very slowly while answering, “I still have working hours. Cannot—“

“Why not pick up my phone?”

“It ... I still have working hours, can't accept tele—“

Pramudya turned his head and glared at Freya sadistically. He wanted to see if the girl still dared to talk nonsense or not.