My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Wounds in His Heart

Freya put her pencil on the table and propped up her chin. The sketch of the model he drew is not yet finished. Despite trying to focus and finish his first assignment from campus, his mind is still divided.

He sighed softly and glanced at his cellphone which had been silent since, not ringing at all. No more incoming messages or annoying calls from Yoga.

The man no longer texted her and did not call after she returned his message this morning. It's almost two o'clock now. Did the man finally give up?

Somehow Freya felt her heart a little uncomfortable. It felt like something was swirling and piercing from the inside and making his heart ache.

This was what he disliked the most if it involved feelings. He's too weak. Just a little remembering the past then he will melt, feel a little missed Yoga .. long for the times where they can laugh and do anything without burden. So free and hopeful.

Now, although his life is more stable, you could even say he lives comfortably, but he feels very attached. He cannot be himself, can no longer be as free as he once was ....

Ding.

Ding.

The sound of two incoming messages in a row made Freya jump out of her chair. Quickly his hand stretched forward to pick up the phone whose screen was still on.

He half expected the message from Yoga.

However, when he saw the name of the sender of the message, Freya felt a little incredulous. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Did he read it wrong?

He opened his phone and peeked at the name of the sender of the message through the pop up window.

That was a message from Mr. Pram.

Freya wiped the phone screen and read the incoming message, then fell silent for quite a while. He had indeed kept the contact of Mr. Pram, given by Secretary Kikan. This was the first time the man had sent her a message.

Have dinner with a business partner. Does that mean they have to act all night?

Oh, my God, this is gonna be so exhausting ....

Freya felt the rest of her soul had been absorbed to the very end. He did not even have the energy to sit back in the chair. His body just rubbed like a feather blown by the wind.

Who would have thought that this mock marriage turned out to be so exhausting. In addition to facing an unpredictable husband, he also still has to face his own personal problems.

Really tiring.

Freya took a deep breath and buried her face over the folds of her hands.

What is this dinner like?

Will I be made into a display? He was shown off to his business partners to be considered a good husband.

Freya sneered in her heart. Such a task is not written in the contract. Why is the day the work getting harder?

“Freya, you're inside?”

Doni's voice sounded along with a slow knock on the door leaf.

Freya looked up and replied without power, “Ya, still alive here.”

Doni laughed from the outside. He pushed the door and looked.

“Someone is looking for you below,” he said.

Freya surprised.

Who's coming? Has Mr Pram sent anyone to pick me up?

“No. But it looks like he came here with your husband .. eng, the man who wanted to give you those flowers ..” Doni replied calmly despite his turbulent heart. At that time he secretly observed the drama between Freya's husband and a young man who was no less handsome in front of the cafe.

He unconsciously breathed out a heavy breath. It seems that his chances of getting Freya's heart are getting smaller.

Hearing Doni's reply, Freya's pair of eyes fiddled.

Yoga's?

What's he coming here for?

How did he know I was here?

Freya was not in the mood to serve anyone. He pushed Doni out while saying, “Please tell me I don't exist.”

“Tapi—“

“Say I've been away from earlier.”

“Where to go?”

Doni and Freya were both shocked when they heard that very pitying voice coming from the direction of the stairs. The two turned their heads together and found Yoga standing there with a face that looked very sad. There was a white plastic on his right hand, which contained nothing.

“You really don't want to meet me?” he asked again when he saw Freya who was still glued to the door while holding Doni's hand.

Freya was still silent, not knowing what to answer.

Should he say that he does not want to meet Yoga?

But, to be honest at the bottom of his heart, he did indeed still miss the man a little.

Right now he is just angry.

All the rejection and harsh words that he said were triggered by the intense anger that the man went and came as he pleased, toying with his feelings and making his heart fall apart easily.

“Eng, that's .. You guys talk first. Soon the cafe will have to open,” said Doni while releasing Freya checks from his hands.

Freya didn't hold him back anymore. He stood up, unable to take his eyes off the face of Yoga, trying to find what was left when he saw the face he had longed for day and night.

Yoga stepped forward, one after another walking very carefully, as if afraid Freya would jump away if she walked too fast.

His face looked doubtful. Unlike three years ago, this time he simply could not guess what Freya was thinking just by looking at her facial expression.

Whereas, in the past ...Just by looking at the corner of Freya's wrinkled lips, she could tell the girl was upset or hungry. But now he did not even dare to guess what the girl was thinking.

Look how time changes things so easily.

Unknowingly Yoga sighed. I don't know how many times Freya had avoided him, scolded him, rejected him in a subtle or harsh way, but all of that meant nothing to her. As long as Freya was still willing to respond, still willing to meet him, she would try her hardest to get the girl's heart back.

Doni walked out of the office without a sound. He realized he was just a bully whose existence was not expected. Better go and prepare to open a cafe. Regarding his love for Freya .. Never mind, he also could not force the taste to go or come. Let everything flow as it is.

Yoga stopped about five steps in the presence of Freya. The two stared at each other without making a sound, trying to dive into the depths of each other's feelings, digging from the scattered remnants and debris of the taste.

Yoga knows he can't be too pushy. It would only make Freya hate him even more. Especially after the message he received this morning. He finally realized how much wound he had left in the heart of the only girl he loved.

How much trauma and pain Freya suffered.