My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

I Like You, Uncle

After a drama-filled dinner, Freya still has to face another thrilling reality: she still has to sleep in a room with Mr. Pram.

Sure oes.

There is still Grandpa.

Who would dare to mess around?

With heavy footsteps, he entered the room once more. If six days ago she went in without a bad feeling knowing her husband would not be anything, but tonight .. obviously the situation has changed 180 degrees.

“What's up, Honey?” pramudya asked with a meaningful smile.

Freya's knees were shaking. Why does it feel like we're delivering ourselves into the mouth of a starving tiger?

The door closed behind him. Freya's body stiffened when Pramudya suddenly turned and faced her. A warm gust of breath immediately hit his face.

Freya grew increasingly nervous as Pramudya's hands extended to her back.

This man ... won't eat him alive, ‘kan?

“Ka ... What do you want?” Freya looked up and looked at her husband with a biased look.

Pramudya raised his eyebrows.

“Locking door. My wife, what are you thinking?” pramudya Goda. A playful smile flashed across his face.

The sound of the key being played sounded extremely loud in Freya's ears. He was silent like a fool. Was he just being played by this Old Uncle?

“You ...” Freya hissed like a cat about to pull out her claws and fangs, but Pramudya first pounced on her lips.

Freya thrashed and growled, but Pramudya lifted her body and carried her easily.

Freya's leg reflexes wrapped around her husband's waist and tightly hugged the man's neck. He did not dare to move carelessly anymore. One of his Pramudya's hands held his buttocks, the other held his nape and continued to tightly wrap his lips, while carrying him to the sofa.

Freya wonders how her husband can walk while kissing her and can find the sofa without tripping.

Pramudya sat down without releasing Freya, clutching the tiny body and letting it sit on her thighs.

Freya's eyes were wide open. He pushed Pramudya's chest in panic and tried to break away. This position is too intimate. He could feel a huge bulge down there, touching his thigh and flowing like an electric current.

“Focus.” Pramudya bit the small corner of his wife's lips, then licked it slowly.

Freya complained, but did not get angry. His lips were looted again.

A warm, wet tongue barged in, ravaging his head contents once more.

Freya's body trembled, enduring the attack that left her almost out of breath. However, slowly he responded, returning the kiss with a stiff gesture and a little hesitation. He wanted to taste back the intoxicating sweetness that morning, when Pramudya kissed him in the villa.

Her hands were raised, moving from Pramudya's neck, down her nape and rubbing her husband's back slowly.

The initiative made Pramudya bristle. A strong current struck and made his gaze foggy.

"My wife, Freya .. my dear," Pramudya growled low while turning the attack to his wife's neck.

He landed hot kisses, then licked and sucked so strongly that Freya groaned among the cluttered roar of her breath.

"Pram!”

“Hm?”

“Already. Let go of me first.” Freya's voice sounded hoarse and slightly trembled, just like her knees that had not stopped trembling from earlier.

“No.” Pramudya answered casually. His lips again silenced Freya's mouth, busy trying out new experiences that made her adrenaline soar drastically. He likes this feeling.

Freya cheated and refrained from beating her husband.

Truly a bully-like man, as well as arbitrary and shameless.

He just knew there was a side like this from a CEO of Antasena Group who said anti-women.

Bah, it turns out this guy has pent-up talent. Talent that has been held for a long time finally found its place of empowerment.

Reliability.

Fucking thugs!

Freya continued to complain and scold her husband inwardly. His lips were sore, but this man still did not want to stop.

Please, can't breathe.

As if he could listen to the contents of his wife's head, Pramudya suddenly distanced his face.

Freya did not dare to look at her husband. He rolled up and stuck his face in Pramudya's chest. His breathing was heavy and messy. Very embarrassed.

“I've asked Ruth to move some of your clothes here, it's in the closet,” Pramudya said as she rolled Freya's hair in her hand.

“What? Since when?”

“Since we are still in Bali.”

Ever since I was in Bali?

Freya looked up and looked at the little villain in front of her with a look of disbelief.

Uncle, you are intent once!

Pramudya laughed at that expression.

“I did it because there is still Grandpa here. There's no way we can go home and go back to each other's rooms. Grandpa will definitely be suspicious,” obviously after his laughter subsides.

Freya rolled her eyes and sneered inwardly. Who's gonna believe that shit?

“Alright ... alright .. I will admit it. I did it because I didn't want to part with you. I can't be far from you.”

Pramudya held back Freya's chin, looking at the pair of brilliant eyes solemnly.

“Mrs Antasena, it's because I like you so much.”

Freya fell silent.

Is this a confession of love again?

Why does Miss Antasena's call sound so sweet?

It's a little pounding.

“Say, do you like me or not?” ask Pramudya. Despite having heard this girl raving while drunk, telling her how handsome she was, how much she liked her, but she still wanted to listen to it when her little wife was not drunk.

Freya who is still fascinated immediately realized and tried to deny, “A .. what ... like what? I'm not—“

“Do not lie to yourself. I heard you say it many times, ‘My handsome husband, I like you so much .. Why can you be so handsome?’. Oh, there's more, ‘My dear, I like you so much ... hug me, huh?’. You also said—“

“OK. Okay. Maybe I did say all that, but that's because I was drunk.” Freya was forced to admit it before all her disgrace was mentioned by this thug who was hugging her.

“Now say again, do you like me or not?” Pramudya was still toying with the clump of hair on his hand.

“Hm. Me ...” Freya bit her lips and looked up with some hesitation, daring to look at the pair of eyes that looked at her with such interest.

“I like you, Uncle,” he said with a seductive smile.

Pramudya. His brain was trying hard to digest the words he had just heard.

Uncle?

This big brave girl actually called her “Uncle?”

That wasn't flippancy?

Pramudya. How many times has this girl called her “Paman” in her heart?

He remembered their first meeting, his wife insisted on calling him “Bapak” because of their age adrift quite far.

So now it has changed to “Paman”?

Pramudya did not know to laugh or cry.

Had Pramudya known there were frills said “Tua” after said uncle, maybe he would have really cried.

This silly girl ....

Really ask to be taught a lesson.

“Who is uncle? Looks like the lesson wasn't enough.” Pramudya growled and turned over Freya's body easily, then took a strong sip on her lips.

It was so strong that the two of them were both panting.

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