My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Teachings from Old Man

The driver just tries to focus on driving well. He tried to ignore his master who changed from cold to hot. The coolant temperature of the car that he has lowered to the lowest is still not able to eliminate the heat coming from his left side.

He even felt a little hallucinating seeing smoke rising from the top of Mr. Pram's head.

Was it because the Young Madam was busy with the cell phone the entire way and ignored the Master completely?

The driver quietly glanced at the glimpsed glass above the dashboard. The madam who had entered the car like she was going to kill people could now smile. The madam even smiled very widely and looked at her phone very seriously.

“See what?”

The reprimand left the driver nearly with a heart attack. He hurriedly turned his gaze forward and did not dare to steal another glance. Mr. Pram's voice almost took his life. Very scary.

Fortunately, the distance to the house is near. Not until five minutes, the car had entered the courtyard.

A waiter rushed to open the car door as soon as the car stopped. He opened the door in the passenger section, a little surprised when he did not see Mr. Pram there, then wanted to open the front door, but Pramudya had already opened it himself and went down.

“Sorry, Sir. I kira—“

Pramudya waved his hand and stepped away, making the servant's speech cut off and floating in the air.

The waiter glanced at the driver who was walking towards him and gave a questionable look, but the driver just shrugged without saying anything. He does not want to interfere in the affairs of the Lord and Lady. He still wants to live a healthy and long life.

Before entering the living room, Freya was shocked because Mr. Anton suddenly confronted her with a panicked face.

“Mistress, there's Grandpa at home. Where is Mr Pram?” mr. Anton asked half a whisper.

Freya looked up indifferently and replied, “Don't know.”

After which, he continued his footsteps leisurely towards the stairs. Grandpa or not, what's his business with him?

Mr. Anton almost had a heart attack because of that answer.

What's up again? Wasn't this afternoon the Young Master and Madam left in a fine state? Why after they go home they walk each other?

Young Madam had not even cared about Grandpa or not, it was truly a very dangerous situation!

Mr. Anton rushed forward, about to find his master. Due to being too rushed, he almost hit Pramudya who had just passed through the door.

“Master!” Mr. Anton felt almost suffocated from being very tense and nervous.

“What's up?” pramudya asked with a frown.

“Master fights again with Madam? Gawat .. There is Grandpa, but the Madam does not care and has gone to her room.”

“Where is Grandpa?”

“There is in the guest room. At this time Grandpa did not know that Mr and Madam had gone home, but ...” Mr. Anton did not dare to continue his words.

If the Old Man finds out something strange, it can be terrible. He did not not not hear rumors about his mistress's marriage, but of course as a servant, he always wished the best for his young master.

After a moment of silence, Pramudya said, “Tell me that Madam is angry because I am not being polite. Maybe we'll—“

“Who is angry? Who is disrespectful?”

Mr. Anton could not help himself and wiped the sweat on his forehead. It's so stressful!

While Pramudya can only sigh slowly to see the figure of his grandfather who is getting closer. In the end he could only put on a fake smile and greet his grandfather.

“Grandfather, why didn't you say you wanted to come?” reproofing.

The Old Man glared at his grandson ferociously and angrily. “Why? If I told you, wouldn't you pretend to be nice to my granddaughter-in-law? Now I can clearly see your delinquent attitude.”

“Grandfather, not like that. I—“

“What is it not like? Didn't you just say that you were so disrespectful that your wife was angry?! Still want to deny it?”

“Not ... I ..” Pramudya pinched his forehead.

Headache ....

Mr. Anton quietly retreated and escaped from the battle arena. Let the old man take care of everything. That would be better. At least one could advise the Young Master to be kinder to the Madam.

“I have to teach you a lesson!” Old Man raised his wand and poked his grandson's shin.

Pramudya grimaced, but did not dare to refute. He knew how his grandfather could do if he went berserk.

“What have you done? Why is your wife angry?” asked the Old Man while poking Pramudya's shin once more.

“I ... earlier I was in a hurry, so leave it at—“

“Stupid basis! Who taught you not to know such rules? Didn't you promise to look after her? Didn't you promise not to let others oppress him? Then why are you treating her so unfairly yourself?”

Pramudya. His grandfather's words were right. Why is he so stupid? Because of his unreasonable fear, he became unreasonable.

“Grandfather, I already knew I was wrong. I will go persuade him ...,” Pramudya said solemnly.

“Quick go! The more you look at your face the more it makes me want to beat you.” Old Man glared, pushing his grandson's waist with the end of the stick.

Pramudya immediately left, passing through the living room, climbing the stairs one after another while thinking seriously.

How do I persuade that angry girl?

He had no experience in persuading someone who was angry before.

Usually, everyone who would compete to please him, apologize to him, and obey all his words.

But this time ....

Pramudya sighed, turned towards Freya's room, stopped in front of the door and fell silent there.

Now what should he do?

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