My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram
If it falls
Freya walked over to the desk and sat down in a dark blue velvet chair. Very cushioned. The glass table in front of him was shiny. Automatic room fragrances sound like the sound of people whispering, then the smell of cherry blossom out in the room.
Aaah .. very convenient ....
Freya spread her arms and leaned against the chair.
It feels like this to be the boss. Not bad either .. he feels quite happy to be the boss.
He took out a pen and a book, then opened the front page and put a signature there.
Both of his eyebrows were linked in the middle of his forehead. Eyes squinting. His facial expression looked very serious, then he opened his mouth and let out a heavy and deep sounding voice.
“Secretary Kikan, do I have a meeting today? There ain't? Oh, then tell the office girl to make coffee! Remember, don't use sugar!”
Freya straightened her body, staring seriously ahead, as if she was dealing with someone who was upsetting her.
Her voice sounded deeper and heavier when she said, “You're the new office girl? Kikan didn't teach you? I'm asking for coffee without sugar! Your salary was cut 70 percent!”
A long silence paused in the air.
Freya's lips twitched. Shortly afterwards, he was curled up while holding his stomach.
If you remember, his first meeting with Mr. Pram was very annoying. The heartless man cut his salary arbitrarily just because of a cup of coffee.
Look what he got now instead?
“Pffft .. ha-ha-ha ..” Freya could not resist and returned laughing.
How destiny is beyond belief.
Perhaps this is the saying with the wheel of life constantly spinning, sometimes above, sometimes below.
Sometimes bullied, sometimes get a windfall after being bullied.
Just enjoy.
Just go ....
Freya took a breath and leaned back into the chair again. I don't know because of what the corners of his lips twitched. His eyes closed and a gentle smile shaded across his face.
She must admit, although sometimes annoying, stiff, and very difficult to approach, but her husband is quite generous and considerate.
Alright .. Now Mr. Pram has 3 plus points in his heart: keeping his word, generous, and considerate.
It didn't seem hard enough to compensate for the minus points the man had.
Maybe that's why Freya smiled.
Or because of the handsome face of her husband who continues to ring.
Or because of its masculine scent that makes Freya's brain like water entry.
Or because he suddenly remembered Mr. Anton's words; you were actually soft-hearted, he just didn't know how to convey what he was thinking.
“Oh, my God, Freya, you're getting more and more like her. Inconsistent, fickle all the time!” Freya opened her eyes suddenly and ruffled her hair in annoyance.
He pressed his chest firmly and murmured to himself, “Take care of your heart. Don't be stupid and hurt a second time. Remember when you almost died from a breakup. Don't be stupid! Okay?”
Okay fine!
Let's work!
He opened the bag and took the phone, about to ask Lisa to come to the cafe. When he opened WhatsApp, he saw 53 missed calls and 77 new messages.
Everything from Yoga.
He was immediately distracted by Doni so forget about this one delinquent.
Eng, errata. Actually, Mr. Pram also made his mind distracted, but he did not want to blame her husband. He thought about it willingly, not because he was forced to. While Doni, it was indeed a distraction. He doesn't want it.
Freya's phone is on again. Light blue flickering notification light. Freya weighed in on her heart, whether it was necessary to pick up Yoga's phone or not.
Now Freya is considering whether she should change her phone number. Yoga was too noisy, chasing him everywhere. It's noisy.
Pop up new incoming messages floating on the phone screen.
[Freya, my heart hurts so much because you ignored me]
[Did your heart also hurt like this when I left?]
[I'm sorry ..]
Freya looked at her phone and fell silent. His brain suddenly wandered into the gloomy nights when Yoga was no longer by his side, the long nights that felt like hell. Yoga is his soulmate, the only person who understands himself inside out. They are always together in joy and sorrow.
Since childhood, they have almost never been separated.
Yoga knows what he likes, what he hates.
Yoga can guess the contents of his mind just by reading his facial expressions.
Countless times the man went to buy her a sanitary pad, or to treat her when in pain because her monthly guests were coming.
Countless times he treated the wounds on Yoga's body after fighting with thugs on the streets. I don't know how many times he cried when he saw the battered body Yoga for insisting on protecting the money results work odd jobs.
They had a fight. Make up. Misunderstand. Make peace. Mutual compromise. Fill each other's emptiness ....
They used to sleep in the store because they did not have the money to pay the rent. They used to work part-time at some fast food restaurants to raise capital, day and night. They once ate a pack of indomie that was just soaked in hot water to reduce production.
Then when he felt things were a little bit better, Yoga disappeared.
Half his soul was uprooted. Heart's bleeding. He's dying. No one came to help.
At that moment, it felt like he wanted to die. I don't know how many times he thought about crashing himself into a speeding car. Only God knows how much he wants to die.
Despondent.
By ourselves.
Lonesome.
Perplexities.
Don't know what he did wrong until Yoga left.
He thought Yoga was fed up with their miserable lives. Or because Yoga finds rich women who are willing to live it.
With that in mind, Freya tried to let go. He moved on and lived his own life.
Then now this bastard came back and asked if his heart hurt?
Freya's hands trembled as she typed in a reply message for Yoga.
[You've reached the stage of wanting to die yet?]
[If not, it's nothing compared to how I feel]
Freya. Two tears came running down her cheeks. Her chest feels tight. He could not have imagined, if it had to fall for the second time .. if it loved and was abandoned again.
He must have died .. he would have died ....
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the memories...
