My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Go home

Bayu's face looks very ugly when getting off the plane. Though he occupied the first class cabin, but did not feel comfortable at all.

On the return flight this time, Pramudya asked him to switch places with Freya, not the same as when they had just come to the Island of the Gods: Freya was sitting with Lisa, and she was sitting with Pramudya.

On the way home, he sat down with Lisa.

Actually, it doesn't bother him much. He did not mind at all to sit next to the firecracker.

However, the only thing that pissed him off half to death was that he had to hear and watch Pramudya busy showing off his intimacy with “his new girlfriend” who incidentally is his own wife.

“Try these grapes, Honey. Sweet once.”

“You want sushi or cheese roll?”

“Cannot, it contains alcohol. Mineral water only.”

And there are many others.

Can you imagine how annoying that is?

Imagine that!

Imagine that!

A Pramudya Antasena took his wife and was spoiled all the time. Mouthed and looking for attention like a teenager in love. That's so ridiculous!

Bayu had almost vomited, not because of jet lag or airsickness, but because of Pramudya's terrible attitude. He can't stand it!

Well, even though it really feels good to see Pramudya finally find her heart patch, but still, there is no need to overdo it like that either, right.

Bayu felt a little regretful. He should not show all the footage of the romantic drama to Pramudya, so Pramudya will not practice everything at once.

Hmh!

Just make people jealous!

“Open sour like that to scare who?” reprimand Pramudya in passing. His hand was still clutching Freya's fingers since getting off the plane. He refused to let go even though his wife wanted to run away several times.

Bayu glanced at those two clinging hands and sneered inwardly.

Of course to scare you. Who else is acting so obnoxious and needs to be afraid so as not to be too shameless.

Lisa coughed and pulled Mr. Bayu's hand. This stupid man must be saved. Don't let the Boss kick his ass because of emotion.

Well, he was forced to do it because he felt the same fate and agreement with Pak Bayu. They were just a second party who were both often oppressed. After Freya became “lover” Mr. Boss, she had been completely forgotten. Very sad .. hiks ....

Lisa doesn't know Freya actually wants to walk with her, but her possessive new boyfriend won't let her stay away. It was like having a personal bodyguard that caught everyone's attention wherever he went. He can feel his ear lobes reddened by being stared at by people.

“You're hungry no? Want to eat first?” bargain Pramudya when they arrive outside.

“No. No need. Eat at home. Maybe Grandpa is also waiting for us to go home, ” replied Freya.

Just be right. His stomach is already crowded because it continues to be packed with various foods and drinks while on the plane. Now still offering him another meal? Want to turn it into a pig, right?

Pramudya. “Good.”

He grabbed Freya by the waist and walked side by side to the pickup car that had arrived. There are already people who take care of their luggage so they do not have to bother pushing suitcases and lifting bags into the car.

“Sore, Sir, Mistress,” greet the driver while opening the car door.

“Sore, Sir. How are you?” reply Freya while smiling.

Lisa smiled and greeted, while Bayu and Pramudya only nodded at a glance.

“Good, Mistress. Please.”

“Thank you.”

Lisa and Bayu who knew themselves immediately took a seat in the back, letting the new couple sit in the front and make out as if this world belonged to just the two of them.

Bayu pulled out the laptop from his backpack and checked the incoming emails. Better work than eye pain see Pramudya's behavior.

Lisa pulls out her phone and skates in cyberspace. He is considering installing a dating app. Who knows he can get a pair of Caucasians from abroad. He also wants to be loved and pampered like Freya, hiks ....

“Take Bayu and Miss Lisa first,” Pramudya told the driver.

“Good, Mr.”

The driver immediately ran the car out of the airport. He tried to focus even though Mr. Pram's hand that was coiled around Young Madam's waist had attracted his attention since then. Is this couple acting or really?

He glanced quickly from the mirror above the dashboard. The Master's hand is still on the back of the Madam's hand. That means, Master and Madam have really made up?

Jeez ... jeez .. he really wanted to see the surprised face of Mr. Anton when he witnessed this!

Not to mention the Old Man who was waiting at home. He'll be so happy!

The driver's heart was pounding with enthusiasm. He focused his eyes forward. He had to immediately drive the Master and Madam home so that everyone could immediately feel this happiness as well.

Freya approached Pramudya's ear and whispered, “Let go of my hand. Everyone is watching us.”

Pramudya raised his eyebrows. Why why anyway?

“Leave it alone,” retorted while pulling Freya's shoulder up to lean on her arm.

Let everyone pay attention. Let the whole world know. This girl belongs to only one.

Bayu was eager to throw his laptop out of the window of a speeding car.

Goddamnit!

He could not concentrate on working if Pramudya continued to behave like that!

The driver holds the steering wheel tightly so as not to slip.

Don't look.

Don't glance.

Hold ....

He forced himself to keep looking straight ahead and driving well. There are still many opportunities to witness the intimacy of the Lord and Madam.

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