My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Options Only “Iya”

“Freya, let's date,” repeat Pramudya in earnest.

What is a courtship?

Although he had lived it with Carissa, but it did not feel the same. He never directly expressed their status, what else expressed to Carissa and asked her to establish a relationship officially. The relationship happens only because of an unavoidable agreement.

Pramudya also knows, in a normal relationship, a man and woman should be in a relationship because of feelings of attraction to each other. Starting with the stage of introduction, approach, dating, getting engaged, and then getting married.

In the case of her and Freya, they jump straight to the final stage: a marriage with no advantage to both sides. His joy came a little late; a feeling he initially denied was as strong as his might; a feeling he had not wanted to admit.

However, the day changed and the feeling grew stronger so that he was powerless to hold it back again.

“You ...” Confused freya. Why did this date come so suddenly?

He felt a little suspicious. Did he say things that had been hidden in his heart overnight so that Mr Pram was moved to ask him to date?

"I why?" reply Pram.

“Why suddenly?” freya asked after she had managed to take control of herself.

Pramudya. “Not suddenly. I've been starting to like you for a long time. When I left after dinner, it was because I was afraid of getting lured in by you.”

“I was a coward at that time, but now I will not escape again,” he added while playing Freya's hair that was scratched to the shoulder.

With their position still unchanged, Freya really could not think clearly after listening to all the confessions of Mr. Pram. This man is not just playing himself, ‘kan?

Pramudya starts to get a little agitated when Freya's reaction is not what she expected.

According to Bayu's explanation, if a girl likes a man, then the girl will look happy when the man expresses his feelings.

He had gathered up all his courage and set up a sentence to express his heart since last night, but this wife just stood up and looked at him like a fool, making him start to assume a no-no in heart.

Is his feeling just clapping one hand?

Does his wife not have the same feelings as him?

But last night his wife continued to rummage and call him with ssbutan “sayang”, also stuck and did not let him go.

Is it all due to the influence of alcohol?

“Why did you just say it now?” Freya asked. He needs to validate what is the reason behind Mr. Pram's sudden change of attitude.

“Because I don't want you to go back to Yoga. Last night he called you,” concluded Pramudya without thinking twice.

Last night, Freya's phone rang nonstop. Pramudya had intended to let the phone continue to sound to death on its own, but when he saw the pop-up of the incoming message, he changed his mind.

Yoga says that she will keep waiting until Freya gets home. The man also said that he would continue to pay compensation so that Freya could get away from him.

Heh! That small delinquent ... his ability was still below average but dared to scramble his wife with him. Really looking to die.

Pramudya did not want to intervene in Freya's personal matters, so he chose to press the power button firmly and let his wife's phone die. The safest and easiest way.

Freya looked surprised to hear that answer. So last night Yoga called her? Since waking up, he has not checked his phone. What was? He thought Yoga was angry and silenced him.

“Do not think of another man when he is with me,” Pram said as he touched his wife's forehead.

Freya complained and rubbed the former sentilan. Her lips pursed, pouting.

It hurts!

You Old Uncle!

So stiff!

“I have not replied ‘iya’, you have no right to forbid me to think about who,” Freya replied while tracking her waist.

Huh. Who told them to dare to do the KDRT before their relationship was officially decided.

Pramudya growled, “You have no other choice, can only answer ‘iya’. You will only be mine. No other man allowed.”

Before Freya could refute, Pramudya had restrained her chin and plundered her lips once more.

The kiss was louder and louder. It was as if Pramudya wanted to claim ownership over his wife.

No other man can come near. Even the thought of having his wife should not. This time he will not remain silent anymore.

Freya was almost crying. This guy is too cool. Snippy. Overconfident. Selfish.

What the heck is there no other choice but “iya”?

So why ask him?

Just for formality?

Fucking thugs!

Pramudya bit Freya's lips, licked her a glance, then growled softly.

“Focus.”

Freya tried to keep her face away and wanted to retaliate, but Pramudya pressed her against the wall and did not allow her to move.

Pramudya almost crazy. It felt too good until he did not want to let go of this little girl in his arms.

Freya can only stop. His tongue and lips were already numb and almost numb, but Mr. Pram still did not want to let him go.

Although he felt persecuted, he had to admit, Mr. Pram's embrace was quite comfortable and kissed, though stiff and hasty, but quite decent.

Well, even though he doesn't have this kind of kissing experience with other men as a comparison, but he thinks this feeling makes him a little bit.

He wrapped his hands around Pramudya's waist and closed his eyes, slowly returning the kiss, letting Pramudya loot him, involuntarily sighing and holding his breath as he tasted the sweet and tender taste that filled his mouth.

When Pramudya finally let go, Freya's legs wavered. She clung tightly to the collar of her husband's shirt, but dared not look up. He felt so embarrassed that he had just been swept away in the hot kiss.

A pair of Pramudya's eyes sparkled like a very bright star. He felt very satisfied and happy.

This silly girl ....

This grumpy and impulsive little wife ....

From now on it will be his.

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