My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Secret Plan

Waitress brought a tray of four kinds of drinks and placed them on the table. He then walked out with his hips swaying. Freya was amazed because her husband did not glance in the slightest at the beautiful and sexy waiter, even though he caught Pak Bayu several times stealing glances when the waiter passed in front of him. Of course Freya pretended not to look and turned the other way.

Waitress was back shortly afterwards with a trolley containing various snacks. There are French fries, wet cakes, sushi, waflle, croffles, and some unknown species of Freya. Everything is arranged in beautiful small containers, making the appearance of the dishes even more appetizing.

Lisa nudges Freya's arm and whispers, “All can be eaten?”

“Should be ...,” replied Freya with sparkling eyes. All those snacks look delicious.

“Try,” said Pramudya when he saw two girls sitting opposite him whispering to each other while staring at the dish that had just been brought by the waiter.

After Mr. Boss invited, Lisa was not ashamed anymore. He plucks a piece of sushi, puts a little wasabi on it before putting it in his mouth.

“It's delicious. You try it,” he said as he offered a piece of sushi to Freya.

Freya, who had just chipped the fries into the sauce, did not eat the potatoes, but received sushi from Lisa's hand.

Hm. He nodded in agreement. It's delicious. But the wasabinya too spicy. His eyes were almost watery from the spiciness.

A glass of watermelon juice stretched out in front of his face. He looks. Apparently Mr. Pram who offered the drink. Although without saying anything, Freya felt that the action was more than enough.

This ... how should she face her husband like this ....

He raised his hand and received the glass, gulping at its contents slowly.

Freya frowning. Why is the juice a little weird? Like mixed soda. But the taste of the fruit is more dominant. Besides being sweet there was a faint sweet taste that was fragrant at the end of his nose.

He moved the glass away and watched it closely. What is this drink called?

“Why?” ask Pramduya.

Freya shakes. “It's okay. Juice is good.”

“Oh.” Pramudya took his glass and drank the contents a little.

He frowned. This is just plain watermelon juice mixed with lemon and strawberry. It tastes the same as watermelon juice.

Does he like watermelon?

Although astonished, Pramudya said nothing and put his glass back on the table.

Lisa who had been holding her breath since then was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. He really wants to give a thumbs up to Mr. Bayu. Given just a few ideas, the man was able to execute him very well.

He glanced at Freya and felt a little guilty in his heart. If not, there might not be another chance. I do not know when his friend who has high self-esteem will say honestly what is in his heart.

Bayu put on an innocent look and drank his own juice. He was very sure Pramudya would thank him later.

The sound of cheers from downstairs attracted everyone's attention. Apparently the beautiful girls who were wearing butterfly costumes were in action on the dance floor.

Their bodies curl up following the thump of music, simultaneously doing dance movements that are very stunning. The visitors surrounding the arena cheered and clapped, low boisterous chiming in the increasingly intense sounds of music.

Unknowingly Freya's head swayed to the right and left, following the rhythm of the song which was a mix of some of her favorite western songs. He raised his glass of juice and toasted in the air, screeching and dissolving in excitement down there. Sometimes he sang along when the song he knew met with DJ music.

Lisa and Bayu stared at each other.

Their plan worked?

Lisa's eyes sparkled brightly. He wanted to laugh a lot, but closed his mouth with his palm. Don't let Mr. Boss get suspicious and kick his ass out before the excitement starts!

Does he also like the night world and entertainment places like this?

It doesn't feel possible.

The one who asked them to come to this place was Lisa, not his wife.

Or .. lest she ask Lisa to convey her wish to Bayu?

Pramudya guessed in his heart, but could not find the answer.

Across the street, Freya gulped down her glass again to the toilet. He feels very excited! Like there was a feeling of warmth and euphoria radiating from within his chest, creeping and filling his entire blood vessels, making his body feel more comfortable and relaxed.

It had been a long time that he did not feel this relaxed. Since marrying Mr. Pram, the muscles and nerves in his body are always stiff and tense all the time. He was also very confident that his blood pressure continued to rise after they got married.

However, thanks to Grandpa who gave this holiday. He felt his blood pressure was back to normal. Even better than that. He had never been this happy before.

“Grandfather, thank you! I love you!”

Freya shouted out suddenly, making the other three people almost jump in shock, especially Lisa. The girl was really feeling a little scared right now. It was he who suggested that Freya drink be given a little alcohol.

He also asked for the same drink that belonged to Freya to Pak Bayu. But he hasn't drank his “watermelon” juice. Should he be grateful? It would seem a little terrible if he also acted like Freya.

Actually, what did Mr. Bayu whisper to the sexy waiter? Why is Freya so weird?

This ... a little scary ....

What if Mr. Boss finds out and beats him and Mr. Bayu to a pulp?

“What did you give him?” pramudya asked while giving a deadly look to Bayu. He already suspected something was wrong.

Before Bayu could answer, Freya was already standing on the sofa and spread her hands wide.

Muckered.

Lisa felt her life had just floated out from above her head. He better pretend he has nothing to do with it.

Before Mr. Pram got more crazy, he immediately woke up and approached Freya.

“Freya, let's go down,” he said as he reached towards Freya.

“Lisa, I'm so happy! I'm glad to have a friend like you .. I'm glad to be able to come to this place with you guys .. I won't forget this day forever.” Freya began to fumble as she moved her fingers through the air, pointing at Lisa, Pramudya, and Bayu alternately.

Lisa was almost crying. “Pak Bayu, let's hurry back to the villa ...”

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Well, loh, jeng .. jeng....

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