My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Honey, accompany me

“What happened?” pramudya asked who was passing Lisa by the door. He was very surprised when Bayu said there was an emergency situation. His wife didn't faint or get poisoned by that drink, did she?

“It ... You see for yourself!” After saying that sentence, Lisa immediately ran away without waiting for her boss' response. If he stays there, the plan can fail.

As he walked through the lounge, someone suddenly emerged from behind the separation wall and withdrew his hand.

Lisa opened her mouth and was about to scream, but a large and wide palm immediately covered her mouth.

“Shht .. It's me,” Bayu whispered. “Do not shout, okay?”

Lisa nodded slowly. His heart was pounding with shock.

Mr. Bayu, why act like you want to kidnap people. Just surprised ....

Bayu released his hand carefully. “Where is that ice block? She's been to your room?”

Lisa nodded quickly. “Barusan Pak Bos in.”

“Good. What emergency situation is there? Wife drunk?” guess Bayu.

Lisa nodded again, then looked at Bayu with a slight annoyance.

“Father told waitress earlier what to drink Freya?” the accusation. After all, he didn't want anything to happen to Freya.

“I have contacted the club manager, said the bartender was given a little absinthe*,” replied Bayu while rubbing the tip of his nose clumsily.

He didn't know it was gonna be like this either, okay? Don't be angry with her anymore. The deadly gaze from Pramudya was enough to make his heart almost dislodged.

“Should you call a doctor?” ask Lisa. Now he feels regret for having given the idea to go to the bar, also advising that their drink be mixed with alcohol. What if something happens to Freya? He would feel guilty half to death.

“Come to the lobby, maybe employees know the nearest doctor's practice place or doctor who can be called here.” Bayu pulls Lisa's hand and invites her to go ahead.

In the room, Pramudya walked a little hastily toward Freya who was lying on her stomach on a mattress. His wife's hair was messy, scattering on the pillow. He heard a slight murmur coming from the direction of the girl.

Pramudya stood by the side of the bed, slightly bent over, trying to listen to what his wife was muttering, but he still could not hear clearly what the girl was saying, but he could not hear what she was saying, so he reached out to touch his wife's shoulder, pulling her slowly to lie on her side.

“Lisa ..?” call him.

Pramudya. His wife was just drunk. Should she pretend to be Lisa?

“Lisa, why silence? You haven't answered my question. That question, too hard, huh? It's hard, I get a headache thinking about it ..” Freya was raving again.

Pramudya's forehead is crinkled inside. What gives his wife a headache? What questions made it difficult to answer?

Is it because of Yoga Pratama?

Is she having trouble not being able to get back with her ex-boyfriend?

There was a kind of current spinning in Pramudya's stomach, a current that surged up and hit his heart hard.

Be ill.

It hurts so much.

Freya muttered in a low tone again. His hands flailed forward, like he wanted to take something.

Pramudya stopped the absurd thoughts in his head. He hurriedly took a bolster pillow and brought it closer to his wife's hand.

Freya hugged the bolster pillow and leaned back comfortably. Eyes closed. Lips smile. It feels warm and comfortable. There is also a slight scent of Mr. Pram sniffed by his nose. Is he dreaming or hallucinating?

Why does this smell feel so close?

Freya wanted to open her eyes, but her head felt five times bigger than usual, also very heavy. In addition, lying in this position feels very comfortable. He was too lazy to open his eyes.

“Lisa, is there Pram sir near here?” tanyakanya.

Pramudya did not dare to move. How could this girl know without turning her body towards him? He hasn't spoken since.

Pramudya heard the sound of discordant laughter coming from the top of the bed, making him curious: what was being laughed at by his wife?

“Lisa, she can't come, ‘right? I am the one fantasizing. Who am I? Just an orphan. Not even my parents wanted me. I have no one, Lisa ... I have nothing, only a vagrant ... like a beggar when compared to her.”

Freya moved, trying to turn her body in the opposite direction, but her body was completely powerless. Too limp to raise your hand, let alone turn around. But he was curious, why the smell of Mr. Pram's body increasingly felt piercing his nose.

It was as if he was locked up in a room, and the entire air inside turned into that very distinctive body scent.

Pramudya clenched both his hands tightly. His heart ached hearing that speech. Such self-deprecating words, how long had his wife held all the burdens in her heart all by herself?

“Lisa ... I'm afraid ... you tell me, I have to how?”

“What are you afraid of?”

Freya frowned slightly. Why does Lisa's voice sound deep and sexy? Ears tickled. Although his brain felt foggy, but he still recognized the voice.

“Pram ...” Freya growled softly, trying to support her body weight with her left hand and wanting to roll over to the right side.

“I'm here.” Pramudya sat on the edge of the bed and helped Freya lie down properly. Accidentally the back of his hand touched his wife's cheek.

Warm.

Pramudya reached out the back of his hand and stuck it on Freya's forehead. His body temperature was slightly above the normal limit.

Pramudya was a little anxious to see the condition of his wife. He turned around and got out of bed, then sent a message to Bayu, asking him to find a doctor.

Afterwards, he contacted the villa employee and asked for a basin and a small towel, filled it with hot water and returned to the side of the bed. Everything was done for no more than five minutes.

Freya was still lying in the same position.

Pramudya put the towel in a basin of warm water, squeezed it dry, then wiped Freya's face and neck carefully.

“Heat ...” Freya wriggled and threw her hand towards Pramudya.

“Before the doctor comes ...”

“Um, hot ...” Freya rolled to the right, approaching the edge of the bed where Pramudya was. His eyelids were shaking and slightly open. A handsome face was seen in front of him.

“Pram, hot ...” Freya whined while pulling the tip of her shirt so that it was slightly exposed. It felt like he was soaking in hot steam. Sultry and sticky.

“Ya, hold it for a while.” Pramudya tried to restrain Freya's movement with one hand. Suddenly he felt hot.

Maybe because he was still under the influence of alcohol, his wife seemed to be so powerless that he did not have much trouble holding his hand.

Fortunately, Lisa soon entered with a middle-aged woman who looked like a doctor.

“Pak, this is Doctor Diamond,” Lisa said with a guilty expression on her face.

Pramudya nodded to the doctor. He tried to take his hand off Freya and was about to get off the bed, but Freya held her wrist while smiling spoiled.

“Honey, don't go .. accompany me ...”

Everyone is silent.

Pramudya gulped with great difficulty.

“My handsome husband, don't leave me, yes. I want to be hugged ...” This time Freya pulled out Pramudya's hand and stuck it on her cheek, making one of the man's palms almost cover her entire face.

The pramudya stopped moving. He said that the words of a drunken man come from his heart.

Lisa looked very shocked, but did not say a word.

Plan succeeded!

Upon awakening, he lowered his head and hurriedly turned to leave. He suddenly lost his way, staggering to find a door that was suddenly invisible to his eyes. While Dr. Intan just mengumum smile and approach the bed to check Freya who is still struggling in Pramudya's hands.

Pramudya half-standing, one foot on the floor, one knee resting on the mattress with the hand still held by Freya.

As long as Doctor Intan checked, Freya was unwilling to release her hand checks on Pramudya's arm. Several times her legs even lifted up and was about to hug her husband it was like a bolster pillow. The most is that he was raving. His words sounded pretty clear. There are some that are not understood at all.

But Pramudya did not mind. He let his wife behave while listening to Doctor Intan's explanation carefully.

The drug can only be given after the influence of alcohol is gone. For now, it could only compress it to lower its body temperature.

Pramudya nodded in understanding. He didn't mind taking care of the little wife who stuck to him like this baby koala.

Then, after Doctor Intan resigned, he took care of Freya carefully, chimed in all her obscure remarks and persuaded her to let go first.

However, the sentence uttered by Freya made Pramudya not want to let go again.

“Pramudya Antasena, accompany me to sleep ...”

With a messy appearance, a flushed face, and a hoarse voice, the remark made Pramudya almost unable to hold back.

His heart was rapidly surging.

Good wife ... really good ...

See how he'll teach her when he wakes up.

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Note:

Absinthe is made from a wide variety of leaves and plants. This liquor is often considered a hallucinogen or trigger someone hallucinating with alcohol levels of 40-90%.

source: google

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