My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

There's No Connection

“Honey, I'm done,” said Freya after spending a glass of warm chocolate milk and a plate of croffle.

He's very satisfied. The croffle is delicious, crisp on the outside and the sweet taste of the refined sugar fits. The milk is fragrant and savory, also it does not taste too sweet. Everything fits his taste.

He must admit, after getting used to breakfast with rice and fried foods sold by brothers in carts on the side of the road, the renewal of the food menu at the residence of Pak Pram has made his tongue a little spoiled. He was never able to find the right fried taste again after all the dishes he ate leveled up.

Actually that's what drives him to occasionally keep cooking alone in the kitchen. He did not want his stomach and tongue to get used to spoiled, and was surprised when his life returned to the early ecosystem in a slum that the rich had never visited.

Pramudya saw the change of emotions on Freya's face that flashed and flashed quickly, changing from happy to sad, then somber and like there was no hope. He could even hear clearly when the girl sighed and exhaled like she was bearing a very heavy burden.

He also wanted to sigh at his wife's behavior. What else is he thinking now? Why does that girl like to think so much?

Pramudya saw his watch. It's almost seven o'clock. He got up and walked out without saying anything. Interacting with the girl has drained his energy. He did not want to arrive at the office with only half-living conditions. There is still a lot of work to be done by him.

Freya who was still daydreaming was immediately shocked. She jumped up and chased after her husband who was about to reach the door while sneering in her heart.

This guy, good moment .... a minute jutek ... actually what does he want?

Can't it be more consistent?

Why change all the time?

Huh!

With long footsteps, Pramudya first arrived next to the latest black Audi parked in front. He turned to the driver's seat, opened the door, walked in, sat down, then put on his seatbelt.

The new Freya managed to catch up with a sudden stop. He didn't see it wrong, did he?

Where did the driver go?

Today Mr Pram will drive himself and drive him to the cafe?

There were many overlapping questions inside Freya's head, but Pramudya did not give her the chance to think recklessly anymore.

He lowered the window of the car in the passenger seat and gave the order, “Suk, I'm almost late.”

“Oh ...” Freya hurriedly opened the door and sat down beside Pramudya.

Then why don't you have the driver take me?

Of course, that question was only posed by Freya in the heart.

Kidding, yeah. Who would dare to say it directly? He still wanted this good life.

Freya put on her seatbelt and tried to sit quietly. This distance was even closer than when in the dining room earlier. Suddenly he felt the air suffocate his lungs, filling him with the intoxicating scent of Mr. Pram, but he tried his hardest to stay calm.

Restrain yourself, Freya .. lest nosebleed beside Mr. Pram.

Freya pinched her thigh and reminded herself many times. It would be a shame if it happened.

Having agreed not to discuss personal matters and no work issues to talk about, the couple just kept quiet along the way to the cafe.

Pramudya focused on driving, while Freya turned her eyes and observed the tall buildings that seemed to be chasing out there. The streets are already quite congested, but still within normal limits. At least the current of the vehicle from the right and left can still go when the red light turns green, does not compact and cause congestion.

Ding.

The sound of the incoming message surprised Freya. The atmosphere inside the car was too quiet that the ringtone sounded twice as loud as usual.

He took the phone from the bag. Pop up messages floating on her phone screen made her panic a little.

[Said your servant went with Pramudya. Where have you got?]

Without opening and reading the message, Freya wiped the surface of the phone screen so that the message disappeared.

Yoga the crazy one ... What does it do?

Ding.

[I'm still in front of Pramudya's house.]

Ding.

[Where are you?]

Ding.

Ding.

[I brought you your favorite chicken porridge]

Ding.

[Later to cold hunt]

Pramudya refrained from glancing and peeking. Who sent his wife such a message?

Nervously Freya switched the sound settings to vibrate mode. Although Mr. Pram seemed unconcerned, he did not want to fish the sleeping tiger.

Who can guess the heart of the man? His position is always changing. Inconsistent. And not rational.

A very dangerous man. It is better to keep the situation safe.

Freya had decided to reply to a message from Yoga after Pak Pram dropped her off at the cafe.

However, it seems that Yoga is deliberately complicating him.

Freya cursed inwardly as her phone did not stop vibrating inside her bag.

Cell phone lights flickering light blue, a sign of an incoming call.

This shit ....

“Lift only.” Pramudya finally could not stand and make a sound.

“Eng, not important. Later on.”

“Oh.” Pramudya raised his eyebrows, glanced sideways at a glance, then turned back facing forward seriously.

Freya bit her lips in nervousness. He felt like he was being a wife who did not know himself caught cheating by the husband.

“Sial!” Freya swore loudly as her phone vibrated again.

Pramudya was a little surprised because it was the first time Freya cursed blatantly with a very loud voice.

“Sorry .. keceplosan ..” Freya smirked clumsyly, took her phone once more and replaced it to silent mode.

Finally silent.

Secretly Freya breathed a sigh of relief, not forgetting to swear inwardly to beat up Yoga when she met later.

At the same time, the car turned into the cafe. Freya held her bag tightly and opened the car door.

“Um .. thank you,” he said before getting off the car. She did not dare look her husband in the eyes. Really like a wife who has done wrong and been caught red-handed.

Pramudya observed his little wife who jumped down and fled quickly.

Just like that?

Is he impatient to get back messages from his girlfriend? Or have you really wanted to send the latest location so that his girlfriend comes to pick up?

Pramudya sneered and stepped on the gas pedal deeply.

Caring demon the girl wants to meet with whom, or date whom.

That's not his business at all.

Pramudya tried to convince himself that it was none of his business.

Yes, he must be sure that it's none of his business.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would do unreasonable things.

He locked his wife in the house and forbade her from meeting Yoga Pratama, for example.

Or ....

Never mind. Forgetit.

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