My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

A Beautiful Night (2)

Freya was stunned when she saw her husband wearing an apron deftly, not looking stiff at all. It seems he has done that a lot.

“What's up? Staring at me like that, do not blame me if later we do not become cooking,” Pramudya seductive while touching the tip of his wife's nose playfully.

Freya sneered and glared. This Old Uncle, the more here it gets there. His brain wanders everywhere. Can't focus properly, can you? Little is considered tempting. Do not-don't if he farts will also be considered tempting.

She kept all her grievances in her heart and looked back at her husband.

“You can cook?” tanyanya full of interest.

“Hm. When I went to college abroad, I used to cook myself,” Pramudya replied while peeling onions.

“Really? No household assistant helping?” Freya stood next to her husband and washed the vegetables to cook the capcai.

“No. I don't like no stranger people at home.”

Freya was speechless to see her husband slicing an onion shrewdly on the cutting board. The man then took the shrimp inside the container and cleaned it. All his movements were agile and agile. It really looks like a professional home cook.

“Who taught you?” ask again. This time, cut the vegetables clean.

“Youtube.”

“Oh ...” Freya glanced at her still-lit phone. Video cooking tutorial is still pause.

“First time trying, my hand is almost always sliced. My cooking is sometimes too salty, the sauce is sometimes too diluted, sometimes too thick, but over time so used and found the right dose.” Pramudya took a crab the size of two palms and split it, took out its entrails and washed it clean.

“Oh ...” Freya didn't know what to say. It seems that he does not need a video tutorial from Youtube anymore. She stepped aside and let her husband take over the cooking.

Pramudya moves nimbly, cutting this, washing it, boiling and roasting, sauteing.

Freya was so impressed. Her husband's ability to break the assumption that only women are capable of multitasking.

He promised to cook for Grandpa ....

Pramudya glanced at his little wife who was looking at him with an adoring look. He could not help but feel proud. The corners of his lips twitched faintly. Not in vain this cooking ability learned.

“Pram?” call Freya.

“Hm?”

“You're not a psychopath, ‘right? Or vampires? You're not setting me up to be taken away to a land in the middle of nowhere or sold abroad, are you?” freya asked, still looking at her husband like a fool.

This man was too handsome and versatile, so beyond reason. Where is there a complete human package like this?

Pramudya raised his eyebrows, then laughed out loud until his tears almost came out. This silly girl ... always thinks recklessly and unreasonably.

“My cute wife, you are my treasure. Why sell you? I will fight with anyone who wants to snatch you from me.” Pramudya broke his embrace and went to check on the crab soup that was starting to explode.

Freya was still standing where she was, too shocked to get this kind of response from her husband.

How can she get a husband and lover like this?

He is nobody. Not from above. Nor does it have anything to compare with all the women who are crazy about her husband. But look at the man's treatment of him.

How lucky ....

What good has he done?

Could it be that he has spent the fortune of his entire life so that he can be with Pramudya Antasena. Or maybe, in his previous life he was instrumental in saving the lives of many people so that he got good karma like this.

“Honey, please help me prepare the plate and bowl.”

“Oh, okay.” Freya was still not used to the affectionate call, but she liked it very much.

He took a bowl and a plate, and arranged it on the table.

Pramudya lifted the pot containing asparagus crab soup and brought it near the table. He placed the pot on a hot-pot, then moved the contents into a white porcelain bowl that had been prepared by his wife.

Once again Freya was amazed. He really was almost drooling. Either because of the fragrant aroma of cooking in the air, or because the appearance of her husband is too sexy and seductive.

He had seen Mr. Pram with a serious look when wearing a work suit. He had also seen the man wearing a casual outfit that made him look much younger. But just this time she saw the look of her husband “rumahan”. Really a dream husband.

“Hungry already? Wait a minute longer, just an immature vegetable,” Pramudya said when he saw his little wife standing while staring at him.

Freya blinked and hurriedly picked up the plate and spoon, took it to the dining room and neatly arranged everything on the table.

After that, he washed the dirty furniture. Since it did not help cooking, at least she had to do something useful, instead of standing up and admiring her husband until his saliva almost dripped.

From between the doors, Mr. Anton, the Old Man and his assistant stood in line, peering silently without a sound. This view is too beautiful to pass up.

“Look, did Pram really spoil his wife,” whispered Old Man.

Mr. Anton nodded. He felt very moved. It seems that after returning home from the honeymoon, the relationship between Mr and Madam is getting better. It was not in vain that he risked his life to give the idea to the Great Lord.

Now seeing the Young Master and Madam who were very harmonious and harmonious, he was also happy.

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