My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

A Beautiful Night (1)

After asking her husband and Grandpa's favorite dishes to Mr. Anton, Freya also prepared ingredients to make sweet spicy grilled ribs, asparagus crab soup, and seafood capcai. Grandpa and Pramudya taste the same. These three foods are what they like the most.

Once all the ingredients are ready, Freya opens Youtube and searches for the sweet spicy grilled rib recipe first. He felt a little excited at the same time pounding, afraid that the results of his cooking did not suit the tastes of Pramudya and Grandpa. But because it has promised, he will still cook even if he has to while peeking at the tutorial on his phone.

After bruising the beef ribs for roasting, he washed and cut the vegetables for capcai.

Cuisine like this, he had never cooked it before. Usually he just makes a simple vegetable stir-fry tempe or tofu, sambal terasi or tomato sauce, plus lalapan.

If there is more money, at most he only makes chicken opor or beef bone soup which costs a little cheaper. There is no expensive menu like this.

Suddenly Freya remembered Yoga. In the past, he often made fried rice for brothers and tek-tek noodles for Yoga. It was both of their favorite foods.

Yoga does not like to be spicy, so he will add slices of cayenne pepper in his plate after separating Yoga's property.

Freya sighed unconsciously. His life now makes it impossible to return to Yoga. That's why he decided, after dinner he would send a message, asking to meet the man tomorrow morning.

He will explain everything, telling Yoga not to wait for him anymore because now he has established a relationship with Pramudya Antasena, a serious relationship based on the feeling of liking in their respective hearts, not because of contractual agreements. His feelings for Yoga were almost eroded away. There is nothing but memories of the past.

The things that had passed, however beautiful they were, could not compare to what he was living through now.

“Ah!” Freya screeched in surprise. Two sturdy arms hugged his waist suddenly from behind.

The knife slipped and almost scratched his finger.

A second later he exhaled with annoyance. Without even looking, he knew who did it. This distinctive body scent stuck to the tip of his nose and was well recorded in his memory.

“Pram!” Freya clucked violently while turning her head to the side. This man is getting bolder!

“Hm.” Pramudya muttered in a low voice.

“Why is it so annoying? I almost sliced my finger,” protested Freya.

“What are you thinking? I've been calling you since,” said Pramudya quietly, trying to hold his tone to sound ordinary despite a rumble that pounded his chest tightly.

Is this girl still thinking about her childhood sweetheart?

Jealous .. he felt very jealous ....

He put his chin on Freya's shoulder so casually that their faces were only a inch apart. The fragrant shampoo and the natural scent of his wife's body made him want to hug tighter.

Or maybe because they are afraid of losing? Afraid that suddenly this girl changed her mind and ran away from her.

He must admit, in “game” this feeling, he who has been first “lah”. Freya had not expressed her feelings blatantly on her own initiative. Their courtship status was also due to her forcing self. What if in his heart there is still Yoga Pratama?

Pramudya felt very helpless. He had never felt so helpless as this moment. It was as if everything was very uncertain and his wife could leave at any time. He's a little scared.

“I'm jealous .. don't think of another man,” he said as he tightened his arms, still with a very slow and cautious tone of voice.

He did not want his wife to misunderstand and consider herself too organized. But he had to say it clearly in his heart. He did not want this little girl to think of anyone, especially Yoga Pratama.

Freya turned. Her husband's face was too close. Her warm and fragrant breaths pummeled, making her stomach tingle. Her ears were blushing indistinctly.

“I don't ..” Freya bit her lip and did not dodge. She was thinking about yoga, but for obvious reasons. Should she tell her husband?

“Not what?” ask Pramudya. He twisted Freya's shoulders so that their bodies faced each other. He wanted to look at the pair of round eyes as he explained what was on his mind.

Freya freezes. His body was squeezed by the chest of Pramudya's field and the kitchen table. This position was too close .. too ambiguous .. made him have to hold his breath. There is still Mr. Anton and the servants who can come at any time.

“Explain what?” Pramudya's hands were raised, playing Freya's haircut casually.

“If we ... eng, if we .. I ... that ....” Freya. That time not only had her ears reddened, but her entire face had changed color.

Damnit. Why is it always so embarrassing and nervous when dealing with this guy?

Pramudya grinned like a fool. He rested his hands on the kitchen table, shutting Freya's body in his arms, looking down until the tip of their noses almost touched each other.

“We why?” he murmured with a voice that started to sound hoarse. After knowing the taste of kissing, he wanted to keep repeating it.

While kissing Freya in front of everyone when Carissa provokes, it does so out of anger, there is nothing else she feels other than explosive emotions.

He just found out, kissing feels different when done for different reasons. When he did it because he really wanted it, it felt really good. He really likes it.

Freya shrunk her body as small as possible. He desperately wanted to escape from this Old Uncle.

Uncle, please, this is in the kitchen. What do you want?

Don't let the waiter and Mr. Anton catch wet. That would be so embarrassing!

“Ehm! Sorry, I thought the cooking was ripe.”

Grandfather's voice coming from the direction of the door made Freya's heart almost dislodged.

Not Mr. Anton or the waiter, but Grandpa!

Freya pushed Pramudya's chest in a panic, but the man did not want to move away. She punched her husband in the chest while glaring, gesturing for the man to let go, but Pramudya remained standing as firm as a rock.

“Ka ... Grandpa, I was just about to cook it. Grandpa wait a little longer, yes,” he said as he looked from behind Pramudya's body.

Desperate to cry out of shame .. hiks ....

Old Man waved his hand in the air. “Then, you go on. I'll have Anton order food only.”

Freya's face was getting red.

What continues?

What is he doing?

Grandpa, please don't be so prejudiced. Your unscrupulous grandson is forcing ....

Looking at his wife who was extremely embarrassed and speechless, Pramudya did not want to tease her anymore. He turned around and picked up the apron on the table.

“Grandpa wait a minute, I'll help him. Won't be long.”

“As far as you are. Basic reliability. Next time look at the place before doing something,” scolded the Grandfather before turning around and leaving, but there was a very wide smile imprinted on his face after leaving the door.

It seems his great-grandson is coming soon ....

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Not handsome?