My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

You Can Be Free

Yoga raised his free hand and slapped his own cheek. He used all his strength without hesitation. His ears were buzzing loudly and his jaw was extremely crazed. He could feel the iron fishy in his mouth, but felt no remorse. He really deserved it.

The sound of an extremely loud punch made Freya surge in shock. He glared when he saw Yoga was still going to beat his cheek again.

“What do you do?” Freya jumped forward and held Yoga's hand before hitting his face once more.

“You're crazy, huh?! Why do something like this?” Freya threw down Yoga's hand hard and scolded him.

Instead of feeling sick, Yoga smiles like a fool. It turned out that Freya still cared about him.

“Why smile like that? Your brain shifted?” Freya glared at Yoga ferociously.

This bastard, deliberately hurt himself like that so that he felt pity and heartlessness? Really sneaky.

The grin on the face of Yoga is getting wider. Although the corner of his lips was painful, but that did not prevent him from continuing to smile.

Finally, after all the means he used to get Freya's attention ....

Freya too lazy to serve the attitude of childish Yoga.

“Go home,” he said before turning around and walking towards his office door.

“Freya!” Yoga exclaimed as he reached out to hold Freya's arm.

Freya glanced at Yoga's hand.

“Um, sorry ...” Yoga let go of his hand awkwardly. He took one step back and put some distance between them.

“I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I knew there was no reason whatsoever to justify my departure. You can beat me, kick me, yell at me, caci maki .. anything, I don't mind. But I beg ... don't hate me, yes ...” Yoga begs with humility.

He knows, for whatever reason, he is not worthy of self-defense. Therefore, at this time he will only let Freya vent everything to completion .. so that there is no longer a distance and boundary between them.

Freya was silent at the door. Both of his hands were clenched tightly at his sides. He does not want to reply to the words Yoga. Fearfully, once he opened his mouth then all of his self-defense would collapse. He does not want to say inappropriate harsh words, but why does Yoga keep pushing the limits of his patience?

From the vibration on Freya's shoulder, Yoga knew the girl was crying. He advanced carefully and was about to extend a hand to persuade her.

“Go.”

Freya's voice sounded before Yoga's hand touched her shoulder.

“Freya, I—“

“I said go!” Freya snapped at Yoga loudly. For the first time, he shouted to Yoga. Couldn't the man allow himself to calm down for a moment?

The presence of Yoga only makes his feelings turned upside down. He wants to be angry, but also feel miss—feel a longing that overflows and sometimes almost destroys his senses. He wanted to hug and say that he had forgiven, but also felt unwelcome because it was easily broken.

How can he forgive easily? It took a long time for him to let go and reorganize his life. Such a complicated feeling was excruciating.

“Freya, do you really hate me?” Yoga fell to his knees near Freya's feet. He knew Freya was hurt by her disappearance, but he himself did not lead an easy life either. The only woman in his heart was Freya. How could he just let go?

It won't.

He won't give up.

“What do you do?” Freya twisted her body and glared at it with her reddened eyes. Who wants to make a drama to watch?

He shrunk his tears with the back of his hand, turned around and walked into the office.

“What's kneeling there for? Enter,” he said before stepping through the door.

Widened Yoga Pupil. He hurriedly got up and followed Freya into the office.

“Sit.”

“Good.” Yoga sat obediently on the chair in the room.

Freya went to the bathroom inside the office. He washed his face with cold water, patting his cheeks several times before drying them with a tissue.

Facing Yoga always makes her emotional. He hates himself who is always easy to cry if he cannot vent his anger. He hates himself for not being able to be truly assertive when dealing with Yoga. Very stupid and weak. He hates himself like that.

Must be strong, Freya. Don't cry. Problems cannot be solved with tears. Face him.

Freya let out a deep breath three times before walking out. He sat in a chair facing Yoga. Then, with all the strength he gathered, he looked straight at the man, the man he had thought he was going to marry.

Look at how fate plays on them.

Yoga sat awkwardly. Now that he had actually been able to sit alone with Freya, his entire courage had vanished into silence. All the strings of words he had prepared evaporated out of nowhere.

Moreover ... Freya's gaze made her feel a little intimidated. Such a gaze was never given to Freya.

In the past, Freya had always looked at her with a look of adoration, a warm and cheerful gaze. But now, they were sitting opposite like a pair of strangers.

Freya who first spoke.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I .. I want to apologize to you. I know a thousand apologies are not enough to heal the wounds in your heart. I have to how do you forgive me, Freya?”

“I've forgiven you.”

“Really?” Yoga is doubtful. Why was Freya's face without expression when she said that sentence?

“Yes. Already, ‘kan? Now you can go? I still have a lot of business.”

Yoga gulped his bitter gulp. Freya forgave him just for not wanting to linger sitting in front of him. Why does it feel more painful than the girl trying to get away from him?

Yoga put aside the uncomfortable feeling in his heart. Right now there is something more important that he wants to say.

“Freya, I know you're still angry. But I came this time to talk about something else too. Me ...” Yoga glanced at Freya doubtfully. Would the girl go on a rampage if she expressed her purpose?

“What's up?” Freya's voice and facial features were still quite calm.

"How much money has Pramudya Antasena given you? I'll pay it off. You can be free. No need to come back with me. You can live the life you want. Consider this my redemption for you ..”

After hearing that sentence, Freya nailed her gaze on Yoga's face. He wanted to know exactly what the man was thinking. Why do you want to interfere in his life?

Is it true that Yoga still has the same feelings for her as it did three years ago? Or is it just pretend?

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