My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

How'sis This?

The sunlight pierced through the window, falling on Freya's forehead. His eyelids were moving irregularly. His head feels heavy. His entire body ached, even until his bones felt a little pain.

As his pair of eyes slowly opened, he scanned the window and the chair in front of him with a mixed mind.

Where is this?

At the same time, as his brain was trying to gather the scattered pieces of information, a warm gust of breath felt at his nape. Freya's body froze.

He did not dare to look back. I could only hold my breath and glance down very carefully.

There was a sturdy arm wrapped around his waist. A large palm was behind his nightgown, feeling warm cupped to his stomach.

Be dead.

What the hell's going on?

Freya closed her eyes and bit her lips hard, trying to remember what happened last night.

After arriving at the Sky Garden, they stopped for a while on the first floor, then Pak Bayu invited them to go up to the VIP room on the third floor.

Then ....

Yes, Lord ... What happened?

What have I done?

Did I get drunk last night and sleep with someone?

Freya wanted to cry. Did he really spend the night with strangers?

How horrible it would be to be right like that.

Very slowly and carefully, he tried to shift the coiled arm around his waist.

However, before he managed to carry out his mission, a hoarse and deep voice came from behind his body.

"Away awake?"

This voice ....

Freya did not dare to move.

Dare not breathe.

Dare not to speak.

At that time he only felt if his back was attached to the chest that was plane and dense. His slightly bent legs are twisted around each other with a pair of warm legs, covered by a blanket up to the thigh.

This position ....

Freya's brain is fucked up. Memory chips are scattered and it takes time to process everything.

The last thing he remembers is going to the bar with Lisa, Mr. Pram, and Mr. Bayu. Then he drank a glass of watermelon juice that tasted very good. Then, he remembered exclaiming and thanking Grandpa.

Then ....

Yeah, God.

Was it true that last night he jumped on the couch and shouted out loud?

Freya's face flushed and heated up quickly. His breathing was wheezing and he felt like he was going to faint right then and there.

After that what?

What did he do again after jumping onto the sofa?

Gosh darn. Gosh darn. Jeez ....

Please tell me this is just a nightmare.

“What's up? You still dizzy?”

A warm gust of breath hit the nape of Freya once again. His body stiffened as the huge palm came out from behind his shirt, shifted up and touched his forehead. He was too surprised to give any reaction. His eyes flickered like a lost fawn.

It took him a few seconds to convince himself that he was not dreaming.

“Pram?” call him in a very slow voice, like a mouse squeaking in a low tone due to being squeezed between doors.

“Hm.”

The mumbling that sounded careless and relaxed made Freya's stomach like it was being stirred. His heart was pounding so tightly that he felt almost spewing his heart out.

Why her?

Why this guy?

How did he get here?

Now how should I?

Pretending to be delirious or waking up?

Freya's head was filled with thousands of questions that came in turn, making her gaze suddenly twitch. The ceiling of the room looks swirling.

Yes, God ....

Please ....

“Which is uncomfortable? Your head and stomach still hurt or not?” pramudya asked as he pressed the middle of Freya's eyebrows with his index finger.

Freya did not dare to open her mouth and make a sound again. He hasn't brushed his teeth.

Very slowly he kept Pramudya's hand away from his head, then slumped to the opposite side.

“Where to?”

Freya did not dare to turn around and face the man behind her. He just wanted to escape quickly from the bed.

Gosh darn.

How is he looking at the moment?

Is there eye shit?

Is his face swollen and sloppy?

How is her hair now? It must look like it just got clawed by a chicken.

Lord, this ordeal is too heavy, hiks ....

Freya got up and sat down on the edge of the bed, stuck her feet on the floor, then walked quickly to the bathroom without looking back.

Almost tripped twice, but fortunately it can arrive in the bathroom without involving embarrassing incidents.

He locked the bathroom door, then stood in front of the sink, staring at the round mirror hanging in front of his face meticulously.

Whose face is that?

Why so ugly?

There were two large dark circles under his eyelids. Her lips are dry and cracked. The veins in her eyes look red. Her hair is a mess.

It really looks like a kitten falling into a got.

And that was ... Mr Pram hugged her like that all night?

“Treatment. Won't drink alcohol again.” He muttered softly as he closed his eyes, regretting all his stupidity and carelessness.

Holy hooch!

As it had just come to a realization, Freya hurriedly revealed her clothes and inspected her own body.

Why does it seem like he's the only one drunk. Didn't Mr Pram drink the same juice?

Or maybe the guy was drunk too, and then Lisa let the two of them sleep together last night.

What do drunk men and women do when they sleep alone in one bed?

He could not even remember what he did and said after being drunk.

How'this?

Freya was panicking. He pulled off his shirt and examined his entire body meticulously in front of the mirror.

After nearly ten minutes, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. There were no strange signs on his body. The pain and aches seemed to be due to the influence of alcohol.

Fortunately, the man was Mr. Pram, not anyone else. He cannot imagine if .. if he is crazy and does nothing with strangers. That's too horrible to imagine.

Now one problem is over.

The next problem is, how to get out and face Mr. Pram. She had no face to meet her husband.

Too embarrassing .. he couldn't stand it ....

Unfortunately, the desire to lock yourself in the bathroom was a complete failure.

The sound of knocking was heard from outside, followed by Pramudya's voice which still sounded hoarse.

“Freya, what's up? You okay?”

Pramudya knocked once more when no answer was heard. “Freya?”

“Ya ... it's okay ...” Freya answered while beating her own forehead.

Stupidhead!

You idiot!

You idiot!

He brushed his teeth and washed his face, then filled the bathtub with warm water. He added soap, stirred it to foam, then went in and soaked in it.

Calm down first. After that, face Mr. Pram.

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