My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Go Work in Your Own Office

“Can you please let go of my hand first?” freya asked after managing to control her sudden heartbeat.

Though he had tried his hardest to stay away and keep his distance, but still ....

Pramudya lowered his eyes, looking at his coiled fingers snugly on Freya's arms. This strange feeling ....

“Sorry, I know I was wrong, but I can explain it. Can you not be angry?” freya said very carefully.

His voice restored Pramudya's distorted focus. He released his grip on Freya's hand and again put on an indifferent expression.

“Say.”

Freya bit her lip and in a very slow motion sat down at the side of Pramudya.

It made Pramudya raise his eyebrows and look at his wife with a complicated feeling. Why does he feel more comfortable when sitting side by side with the girl who always makes this emotion?

Freya cleared her throat twice to clear her voice before explaining, “Because you already banned me from going to work in the office, also made me unable to work in the cafe, then ... I am looking for job information from the internet. I don't want to live solely dependent on the money and facilities you provide.”

Pramudya refrained from feeling upset. This girl, whenever she spoke seriously with him, would then start using formal greetings which made her feel the distance between the two of them was very far.

However, he tried to restrain himself and did not discuss it. Right now the most important thing was to make this silly girl aware.

“Who said you can't go to work in a cafe? Isn't that place yours?” tanyakanya.

Freya surprised. His pair of round eyes looked at Pramudya in confusion. Has he not returned the sale deed? How is the story of the Mapple Cafe still his?

“I did not ask Mr. Brata to change the owner on the deed. The cafe is yours. You can go there whenever you want. Basis ... you ..” Pramudya clenched his hands and twisted them in the air. He didn't want to call the stupid girl, but his wife was really stubborn and stupid. So irritating.

“But, I—“

“Begin only. How about we split the shares? Let's just say I'm the owner, you'll manage. At the end of each month, I'll share the net profit with you. How?”

After saying that sentence, Pramudya almost gave a thumbs up for himself. He was never so patient when he faced others. But somehow this girl has always been an exception. He could never be truly angry at his little wife.

Freya fell silent and twisted her fingers. The offer was quite reasonable and did not make him feel indebted. In addition, he also will not embarrass Mr. Pram if applying for a job in the wrong place again.

What if the next time he actually entered a job application at the place of acquaintance Pak Pram? Or even worse, what if it was the place of her husband's business opponent? Wouldn't such an incident be so embarrassing?

He could not imagine the rumors that would be circulating if it happened. Especially if Grandpa hears it.

Finally Freya nodded slowly and agreed to the proposal. “OK. I want.”

Pramudya exhaled a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he didn't have to waste much time trying to persuade this silly fellow.

“Still want to go interview?” ask to make sure.

Freya laughed awkwardly. Just be right. She might still go to the interview. It's not that stupid either.

“I already know wrong, can my dear not insinuate like that?” he answered while squeezing both his hands over his thighs.

Really nervous.

Sitting this close, the fresh masculine scent of her husband's body made her a little unable to concentrate.

Pramudya. Always persuade and seduce with sweet words when doing wrong. Basic sneaky.

“Breakfast. After that I will take you to the cafe,” he said.

Freya was a little surprised to hear that. Why is Pram so generous today? Besides not scolding her, the man also wanted to drive her to the cafe.

Although her brain continued to think recklessly, Freya still answered obediently, “OK, dear. Have you had breakfast?”

“Hm.”

“Do not want to accompany me to eat?”

Pramudya glanced at his wife. This girl is getting bolder ....

From behind the door, Mr. Anton finally commented a relieved smile. He took a cell phone from his pants pocket, secretly taking a photo of Mr and Madam who looked very friendly. He'll send the pictures to Old Man's assistant. He was sure the Old Man would be very happy to see the harmonious life of his grandson.

Freya who could see half of Mr. Anton's body behind the door couldn't help but smile. He took a pretty plate of croffles sprinkled with refined sugar, cut a small portion and stabbed it with a fork, then slightly advanced and thrust it into Pramudya's mouth.

“Open mouth. Mr. Anton was peeking,” whispered when he saw Pramudya just looking at him expressionlessly.

Pramudya held his breath. His entire attention was only on a pair of red and damp lips that were twitching so close to his face. The sweet and fresh air tickled his sense of smell, making him seem to bewitched and lose focus for a moment.

“Sayang?”

Pramudya. The entire magical influence was gone and his brain was back to functioning normally.

He opened his mouth, obediently biting off the croffle piece thrust at him.

“My husband is very smart.” Freya laughed in satisfaction and sat back in her chair. He then used the same fork to enjoy the rest of the croffle on the plate.

The man stopped chewing.

Did they share the same food?

Eating both plates?

Suddenly Pramudya felt his tie was too tight.

He cleared his throat and reached out to get some drinking water. His croffle got stuck in the throat.

Two large gulps of mineral water made his chest not tight anymore.

Pramudya looked at the silly girl who ate her breakfast with a radiant face. His attitude was very relaxed, as if what he did earlier was very reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it.

Did he do it often with Yoga Pratama?

Suddenly Pramudya was upset. Although he deliberately kept his distance from Freya for the past two weeks, but his people did not stop giving reports and information about what his wife did every day.

Yoga Pratama does not give up, still keeps coming bothering his wife at all times. On the street, in front of the house, and more often is on campus.

Saying Bayu again ringing in his head, about Freya who will return to the arms of Yoga Pratama after they divorced. I don't know why that kept bothering him.

Maybe because all this time, everything that had belonged to him, no one else could seize it.

But his wife is not an item. They were only under a six-month marriage contract. After that, whatever this girl did was none of her business anymore.

That is why he cannot let his heart beat become irregular every time he is near this girl. Can't let himself fall and get caught up in his charms.

Pramudya reminded himself many times. It's just a game. Just business. Not more.

It cannot use feelings in it. Absolutely can't.

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