My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Sorry, I'm Wrong

Since her last conversation with Mr. Pram, Freya has never met the man again. The two of them secretly struck a deal together to act professionally: they would only act when there was Grandpa.

Fortunately since their wedding day, Grandpa never visited so they did not have to have intimate interactions. Pramudya was busy going to the office, while he was busy adjusting to the activities on campus. That's more than enough. Everyone is busy with their lives.

That morning Freya prepared to go for an interview. He decided to find another side job. He did not want to just sit still and rely on the money he got from Pak Pram. No matter how much wealth, if he has no other source of income, at some point all that money will run out.

He checked the application file requested by the company where he would apply for work. They requested a CV in physical form as well even though he had sent the application file to the company's email.

After making sure nothing was left behind, Freya put the application file into the chocolate map she had prepared. He put it in a backpack with his phone and wallet, then walked out of the room.

“Mistress, you want breakfast first?” asked Ruth who had been waiting at the door of her room.

“Not necessary. I'm in a hurry.”

“I accompany—“

“Do not. I want to go somewhere. There's Lisa, you take it easy.” Freya had to lie. Though he has also forbidden Lisa to come today on the grounds that Mr. Pram will take her away.

He did not want Lisa's cock mouth to dismantle all the plans that had been painstakingly prepared by him.

Freya rushed towards the stairs and walked down before Ruth came back to look for her with various questions.

He saw a clock on his wrist.

At 06.20.

There's still more than an hour. That should be enough.

Interview appointments at the packaged food company will begin at 08:00. He deliberately left early so as not to get stuck in traffic on the road. Do not make a bad impression by arriving late when the first job interview.

Freya jumped over the last rung of stairs and was about to head straight for the front door. However, Mr. Anton confronted him in the living room.

“Mistress, Mr. waiting in the dining room for breakfast,” said Mr. Anton.

“Hah?” Freya looked up for a moment.

Plus today, in total it has been almost two weeks he did not meet with Mr. Pram. The man always left early in the morning, while he deliberately waited until his husband left before leaving the room.

He knew Mr. Pram also deliberately avoided it by leaving early every day. That way they don't have to meet and talk.

But today, what wind? Tumben Pak Pram was waiting for him.

“Please, Mistress.” Mr. Anton slightly bowed politely and invited the Madam to go to the dining room.

“Oh, yes, Sir.” Freya turned her body and turned around. She told Ruth she didn't want breakfast today.

Haish ... What if it's late?

Freya hurriedly entered the door, walked quickly to the dining table and sat on the opposite side of her husband.

Pramudya who was staring at his cellphone immediately looked up upon hearing the voice of the maid who greeted his wife.

That morning his wife's hair was neatly tied. There was a pinch with a simple model in black that held his bangs. The girl's appearance was still as simple as the beginning of their meeting. There is no excessive makeup or lip coloring with a striking color that makes it sore eyes.

Why is the girl sitting so far away?

Pramudya frowned and glanced at the empty seat next to him. Can't sit next to them?

His wife was still the same, stubborn and did not want to engage in any relationship with him. Somehow the gloomy feeling that had been hidden in his heart for the past two weeks was slowly increasing. Mood Pramudya up and down like a roller coaster ride.

Not meeting wrong. Meet getting upset.

Feeling herself being noticed, Freya cleared her throat twice before greeting her husband.

“Good morning, Dear ..”

This is the first interaction after avoiding each other for almost two weeks. It's okay ‘kan be a little friendly?

Unfortunately, Mr. Pram did not look affected at all by his words just now. The man's face was still expressionless, not even blinking at all.

Freya reached out her hand and took the glass in front of her. Mr. Pram's response made him feel a little awkward. He could feel the servants were feeling sorry for him at that moment.

You old man. Very tedious.

Pramudya finally put his phone on the table and looked at the little girl before him with an intense gaze.

This girl is ....

“I heard you were going to go interview this morning.”

Freya who was drinking was instantly choking. Water flows up from the roof of his mouth and out of his nose.

Damnit damnit!

So embarassing!

Mr. Anton hastily picked up the tissue and handed it to the Madam, then gestured for the servants to leave the room immediately. This time the Master and Lady will fight again.

The old man silently exhaled and glanced at his two masters before coming out. He hoped that the Master and Madam could get along and love each other until they wanted to separate, but in fact.

In an instant inside the dining room there was only the sound of Freya still coughing.

He wiped his mouth and nose with a tissue, then patted his chest to relieve his shock and cough.

This guy is too horrible.

Though he sought information job vacancy secretly. Even Lisa and Ruth had no idea that she was going to an interview today.

Where does Mr Pram know? There's no way that guy can tap his phone, right?

As he could read the mind of his wife who started haphazardly, Pramudya said, “The company is one of the Antasena Group subsidiaries. The Deputy Director recognized your face from the cover letter you sent to the company email.”

Freya bit her lips and felt a little unwell. Apparently he made a pretty fatal mistake. Though she had promised not to make her husband ashamed, but .. gosh, how could she be so careless?

“It ... eng, sorry ... I was wrong ...” Freya folded her hands over her thighs and lowered her head. He did not dare to return the gaze of Mr. Pram.

Pramudya could only sigh and knead his temple. After being taught by Bayu while in the office, he tried to be more patient in dealing with his wife.

Close eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Pew slowly ....

Repeat until your anger subsides ....

So said.

“Pram ...” Freya dared to call her husband who was stuck.

Was the man so angry that he had a heart attack?

Lothawat!

Freya stood up and approached Pramudya's side. She reached out and was about to touch the man's shoulder, wanting to see if the husband was okay.

However, before the goal is achieved, the sturdy and warm hand first blocks his wrist to be unable to move.

“What do you do?” ask Pramudya.

Freya was shocked when Pak Pram's dark pair of eyes met her. He was stunned and did not move.

Damnit. Why just two weeks did not meet, but she felt her husband was getting handsome?

“Ka ... Are you okay?” Freya stuttered and asked.

Pramudya just muttered indistinctly. In fact, he was a little surprised by the speed of his reflexes. His hands just lifted when he felt something approaching.

But, after holding this tiny hand, he was a little unwilling to let go.

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