My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Not Recognizing the Wife

Antasena Group, CEO's office.

Secretary Kikan entered with a stack of documents that required the CEO's signature. He took a quick glance at the place that once contained Freya's work desk near Mr. Pram's desk. Too bad the girl did not come to work again in the office, even though the work was quite good. To be honest he has good potential if directed and developed.

Kikan sighed softly and approached his superior's desk.

“Excuse me, Mr.” Kikan greeted politely before putting a pile of documents on his boss' desk.

Pramudya only nodded at a glance. The focus is on the computer screen. He was reading the business news that had just been released half an hour ago. Wijaya Kusuma company cooperates in the tender of toll road construction with Permata Buana, a construction service company whose name is indeed on the rise.

Gem Buana has attracted the attention of Pramudya when it managed to beat one of the Antasena Group branches engaged in the same field. The company won the tender and cooperated with the Bandung Regency Government.

“Today you have a meeting schedule with representatives from PT.Sejahtera Bersama at two,” Kikan reported even though the CEO did not turn to him at all.

Pramudya glanced at his watch. There's still half an hour left.

“Then?” tanyakanya.

“There was a dinner with prospective partners from Hong Kong, Mr. Lie and his wife. The banquet was held at seven o'clock at Pearl Chinese Restaurant, JW Marriot Hotel. Would you like to invite the Madam?”

Pramudya finally looked up. He forgot what the purpose of this dinner was.

Kikan who has understood the gesture of his superior immediately explained, “Pak Lie is very difficult to guess. To date, no one has been able to persuade him to cooperate. The agreement this time could depend on the results of dinner later, sir. If successful, the profit share is ten percent for Antasena Group of each product marketed.”

Pramudya. It's not once twice he's completed a work deal at the dinner table. But should he bring his wife?

Kikan smile. As if he could read the contents of the CEO's head, he again explained, “Pak Lie loves his wife very much. If Mr and Madam could attend together, it would definitely add positive value to the company."

Pramudya glanced at his secretary without saying anything, but Kikan knew it was a form of praise.

“If you are ready, I will tell Ruth to get everything ready. There's still time."

“Go.”

“Good, Mr.” Kikan took that as an agreement. He bowed briefly before turning around and exiting the room.

Pramudya stared at his cell phone lying on the table. Should he send a message to his wife? He told her that he would take her to dinner with a client.

Pramudya holds his phone, hesitantly typing Freya's name in the search field on the WhatsApp app.

A circle of profile photos appeared; a kitten with white cotton-like fur was lying on the sofa, looking very relaxed and lazy.

Pramudya read the name listed next to the profile photo.

Freya.

That was his wife's profile picture.

Does the girl like cats?

Pramudya. He hardly recognized his wife at all.

What the girl likes. What he hates. He does not know ....

Suddenly he felt like a man who wanted to ask the girl he liked.

Damn, even though this is just a business dinner invitation, but why suddenly he was nervous, did not know how to start a conversation.

During this time besides Kikan, Bayu was the one who most often interacted with his wife. Pramudya never called or texted.

He feels awkward. How did the girl respond when she suddenly got a message from him? Surprised? Or upset?

But, he did not look upset when he got a message from his shameless ex-girlfriend. Would he be upset if I suddenly sent him a message and told him to get ready for dinner?

What if he already has a date with another man?

Pramudya's heart suddenly felt sour.

So obnoxious.

Why would you want to send a message his feelings become this complicated?

“Hey, what are you looking at?”

The sound of reprimand from his side made Pramudya's hand slip. He almost dropped his phone.

“You!” Pramudya hissed and glared at Bayu who was laughing at him.

“Bro, I've knocked on the door and called your name a thousand times, but there's no answer. I thought you passed out and needed help .. who knew that you were glaring at your wife's profile picture,” Bayu replied after her laughter subsided. Pramudya's looks were completely ridiculous, he couldn't help but laugh.

Pramudya lifted his legs and kicked Bayu's shins hard, making Bayu stop laughing and complaining, limping and jumping with one leg.

Pramudya raised his eyebrows and gave a cynical look.

Feel it!

“You ... ah ... fucking, sick!” Bayu whimpered and rubbed his pained shins. He made a note in his heart, next time he had to keep a safe distance if he wanted to tease this angry block of ice.

Pramudya. “Go die somewhere else.”

“You're a delinquent, where is there anyone who always cusses on his best friend to die like you?” Bayu snorted annoyed.

“Who is my best friend? I don't have a friend like you. Too embarrassing. I can't bear that humiliation.”

“You!” Bayu is out of words. He could only glare sadistically, but that certainly had no effect on Pramudya.

“Ya, already. Then I'll just go. I see you don't need me anymore. You find out for yourself about the cooperation of Wijaya Kusuma and Permata Buana. Oh, there was also the interference of the Primary Company in the cooperation deal, but I guess you are not—“

“I'm wrong. You are my best friend. Quickly sit. Does it still hurt? I'll have Kikan deliver medicine.”

Bayu stopped talking and gawked at Pramudya. Since when did the snowman talk so much? Moreover, seduction sentences like this ... who taught him? Pramudya has never been like this before. Although his voice still sounded stiff and cold, but this attentive remark .. made him slightly goosebumps ....

Across the table, Pramudya's hand fixed the tie position slightly awkwardly. The silly girl always said sweet words when she was about to get angry. Apparently it's very useful. Look at the silly look of Bayu who is like being possessed. Maybe he should use this style often to silence his chatty mouth.

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