Substitute Bride For Young Master
My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram
“Excuse me, Sir,” greet Freya while putting a coffee cup on the table. “Sorry, I don't know if you have a guest. Will I—“
“Do I look that old?”
“Eh?” Freya looked at her superior in confusion. Why did the man suddenly ask like that?
“When do I marry your mother?” cetus Pram again with a sullen face. Other women would be infatuated and praise him for attracting his attention, but this servant girl instead always pissed him off for no apparent reason.
“Pfft ...” Bayu's laughter almost exploded, but he held it all his might. He silenced his mouth when he saw Pram glancing at him cynically.
“Why call me ‘Bapak’?” cecar Pram again. I don't know why he was suddenly upset being called that way.
“Ap ... what?” Freya is getting confused. He looked at the man sitting in front of Pramudya in the hope that he would be able to get a clue as to what the absurd question meant. However, unfortunately the man did not seem to be helping at all.
Freya bit her lip and twisted the edge of her shirt, a sign that she was really nervous.
“You want your salary not cut this month?”
“Eh?” Freya blinked quickly and looked at the CEO again. How could a man have such a hurricane-like mood? Change all the time.
“Quickly say, want not?”
“Mau!” answer Freya quickly. Of course he wants to. He needed money to apply for college.
“Then marry me.”
“What?!” freya and Bayu together. The two looked at each other, then looked at Pramudya Antasena as if suddenly the man had lost his sanity.
“Why?” tanya Pram while staring at Bayu. “Didn't you suggest that I get married soon?”
“Iya. But—“
“But what? This is just camouflage. I don't really want to get married, just in case Tommy doesn't snatch what's rightfully mine.”
“But ...” Bayu wants to say that there are many women who are prettier, more attractive, and more charming to marry. However, when he saw the expression on the face of the girl next to him who looked very sad and suffering, Bayu swallowed all of his words again.
Freya looked very shocked and hit because of Pramudya's very frontal words just now. He just wants to get married to keep his rights. Really ridiculous. Freya tried to swallow her saliva which suddenly felt bitter.
“You just set it. I will find a lawyer for you,” said Bayu in the end.
“Tu .. wait a minute, Sir. What ... what does this mean?” Freya felt her brain was almost charred. Why was his luck so unlucky on his first day at work? Besides, why was he always stammering when talking to that man?
Freya clenched her hands and was determined to become bolder against her arrogant boss.
“You marry me, I will finance your life. After marriage, you don't need to work anymore. How?” Pram stared fixedly at Freya. “What are you in college?”
Freya looked down when her gaze met her boss's pair of obsidian eyes. Aiiih .. What is strong and strong? Freya immediately felt weak and wanted to faint right then and there.
“Ng ... that ...” Freya twisted her fingers and continued hesitantly, “I just finished High School, Mr.”
“Pak?”
“Eh, eng ... anu ..” Freya looked at Pramudya Antasena with a clear face. “I should call you by what designation?”
Pramudya. Now he's confused. What does the girl call him?
Sis?
Mas's?
Om?
“Call grandfather,” Bayu chirps, then chuckle until his tears come out.
“Shut up!” exclaim Pram gusar. He glared at his best friend for a moment, then went back to being serious and looked at Freya. Never mind, just let the girl call him at will. After all, it would have no effect whatsoever on their status.
Pramudya looked at Freya seriously as he said, “After marriage, I will pay for your college, also buy you a house and a monthly sum of money as compensation. Then just mention the nominal in the pre-wedding agreement.”
“A .. a ... what?” Freya was really shaken. He looked straight at Pram's sharp and unshakable bead, trying to find a little gap there that proved that the man was just joking or wanted to prank him for the sweet coffee.
“Bapak is not playing me, is it?” he asked with a doubtful expression.
Pramudya. “For what to play you? What can I gain by playing you? The money? Stocks?”
Freya bowed. His shoulders slumped. That speech though sounded cruel but it made perfect sense. What does a millionaire want to get from a poor girl like her?
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