My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Not Angry About Me?

Dinner with Mr. Lie went well. Lady Lie really liked Freya. The two women continued to chat throughout the night. Even when Pramudya escorted Mr. Lie out of the restaurant, the man repeatedly reminded him and Freya to visit Hong Kong. Mr. Lie promised to treat them well. Regarding cooperation between the two companies, from the signal Mr. Lie earlier, the possibility is 90 percent successful.

Pramudya was very satisfied. He glanced at the little girl beside him and secretly felt awe in his heart. The girl was always able to captivate the hearts of anyone she interacted with.

Cheerfully. Befriend. Friendliest. You can protect yourself well. Not dependent on others. Have a firm stand. Be open-minded and realistic. Hardworking.

hm. It seemed like all good characters were owned by his wife.

Well, although sometimes the girl is stubborn and annoying, but it can be covered by the plus points she has.

Perhaps Bayu was indeed right, he had found a rare gem.

“Honey, can we go home?” ask Freya while reviewing a thin smile. There are still a lot of people around them. That means you still have to act until the end.

Pramudya just realized it turns out that both hands of Freya coiled in his right arm. Within such a close distance, his wife's pair of eyes looked beautifully sparkling. The man almost got lost in it.

Freya shook her arm slowly.

“Sayang?” call him again.

Her temper awakens from the magic that comes out of nowhere, captivating her heart and soul.

He nodded and looked ahead. The more the more seen makes it not stand. If this continues ....

Without saying anything, Pramudya let go of his hand and walked outside, leaving the dumbfounded Freya in her place.

What the fuck?

Freya rolled her eyes in annoyance. She tried to pursue Pramudya's long footsteps while scolding her husband in her heart.

That damn guy why he likes to humiliate his wife in public. Though he had taken pains to put on the sweetest smile and speak with the most melodious tone of voice, but still still could not make the man satisfied.

What else does he have to do? Kneel down and open the red carpet for her on the floor?

Absolutely male @#%&*!

.... arrrhg!

What new lantern?

Poems!

He doesn't need an inconsistent lantern like this.

A little light dimmed a moment.

Just flush with a bucket of water!

Forget about a handsome face and tight abdominal muscles. He prefers a fatty stomach but is friendly and considerate. Why a handsome face and a flat stomach if it always makes his emotions unstable? He may die young for free.

Huh. If you want to be cold and haughty so, yes, already. Who can't?

Freya clenched both her hands on the sides of the body and speeded towards the car that was already waiting in front of the lobby. Her black evening dress seemed to match the searing glare of smoldering eyes on her tiny face, looking like a soldier about to go to war.

The driver who opened the door did not dare to comment. Mr. Pram had already entered and sat in front. That means the Madam will be sitting alone in the back. Are these two guys fighting again?

Yes, God ....

The driver quietly wiped the sweat on the forehead.

It seems like there will be another cold war tonight. That's fucking shit. He could have turned into an ice sculpture before arriving home. The usual aura of Lord Pram was already extremely cold and intimidating. Under these conditions, his pressure increased tens of times in an instant. He really should pray for his safety.

Freya slammed the car door hard and sat leaning against the seat. He did not look ahead or ask why Mr. Pram just left him. He took out his cell phone from his handbag and read a message from Yoga.

[Good night, Freya. I miss you]

[It doesn't matter if you're still angry]

[I will wait until you are no longer angry]

There were dozens of messages with similar sounds. Everything has been delivered since the afternoon. That means the messages were sent after Yoga left the cafe. Freya did not read it on purpose. But with the situation as it is now, it is more pleasant to read the messages sent by Yoga than to sit still and look at the man sitting in front of him.

Freya was a little annoyed at him who defended Mr. Pram without thinking twice this afternoon. He was very offended when Yoga offered to return the money he got from the contract agreement with Pak Pram. But now it seemed like all the attitude of his hero was in vain. All his efforts were not appreciated.

What would Mr Pram react to knowing that he rejected Yoga's offer and defended it without hesitation?

It was certain that the man would sneer and laugh at him all out.

Really stupid!

Now, in retrospect, with Mr. Pram's always unpredictable and fickle attitude for no reason, Freya felt Yoga was still thousands of times better.

Freya sneered at her husband while replying to Yoga messages.

[I just got home from dinner]

[Very boring]

[My company chatted]

In an instant the message turned into two green ticks, then there was the inscription “typing” under the name Yoga.

[Really?]

[Are you no longer angry with me?]

Freya read it and nodded slowly. Talking to Yoga is more fun. At least the man knew how to appreciate it and spoke politely. Freya's mood in an instant changed for the better. He typed in a reply message quickly.

[Still angry]

[But I'm bored]

Freya did not know that her message had made Yoga turn over on her bed, toppled and fell. His butt hit the floor hard, but he did not have time to complain. He woke up and rolled back on the bed, sending a reply.

[Still angry okay]

[I'll talk to you]

[What breakfast do you want?]

Freya read the message and fell silent for a while. Actually it is not this kind of talk that he wants, but ....

[I want risol mayo]

[Mixed chicken meatballs]

[Bean milk]

Yoga replied without thinking twice.

[OKAY. I'll take you to your house tomorrow]

“Do not!” Freya exclaimed involuntarily, then hurriedly closed her mouth involuntarily.

[Don't go home]

[I leave for college at 7]

Yoga sees an opportunity that comes along and doesn't just let it go.

[I'll pick you up, okay?]

Freya bit her lips and thought for a moment.

It shouldn't be a problem, right?

After all, Mr. Pram had agreed to his request the other day not to interfere in his personal affairs.

He immediately sent a reply message to Yoga.

[OKAY. Don't be late]

“Yes!” Yoga jumping and punching air.

[OKAY. Ready, Boss]

After sending that message, Yoga went crazy. His room almost fell apart due to his excessive enthusiasm, jumping to and fro and running around the room excitedly.

“Pramudya Antasena, keep pissing her off to get her back to me soon!” he punched the air again.

More often makes Freya angry better. That way his chance becomes greater to get back his lover.

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eit, be patient, don't protest just yet.

This abis otw bucin😁

This story is more deliberately made more relaxed than Alex-Kinara and Lorie-Raymond, *so .. hope you enjoy it**😊**