My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Kasmaran

After being left behind, Pramudya could only stare at the bulge behind his pants resignedly.

The biological reaction was quite surprising. To be honest he was also a little unconcerned that his body would respond and make him almost lose control. Only this time did his body react like this.

So hurt.

He had to get rid of the image of a pair of beautiful hills he had just seen so that the tension could subside, but it was obviously a very difficult job.

Pramudya closed his eyes. A smile loomed on his face. He never saw such beauty. He did not want to forget it just like that even though it had to make him tormented for longer.

How could he just forget that beauty? Everything was recorded in his memory very well.

He could clearly remember there was a small mole above the collarbone of the right side. He could clearly remember the moaning sound that made him crazy. Even the scent of his wife's body sniffed more and more sharply at the tip of his nose.

Pramudya. Everything about Freya made him crazy. A flash of the scene when his wife is drunk again looms over his head.

He really liked when the girl hugged him without hesitation, stuck and called him “My darling” and “My handsome husband”. He could listen to his wife's grievances without hindrance, knowing her deepest heart, knowing the fears and worries that were among them.

His wife did not mention Yoga once. It makes him happier, though,

The girl was groping while looking at him with a pair of round, watery eyes, with a misty face and red lips that were splattered.

That night, Pramudya must exert all his self-control skills not to do things that will surely be regretted later. He does not want to damage the relationship just because of a momentary passion.

Despite wanting him so badly, he tried his hardest to hold back. There will come a time when the girl will be hers completely, without any coercion, because they both want her.

Recalling how his wife repeatedly hugged him tightly and said that she was afraid of loss, asking herself not to leave, Pramudya could not hold the corners of her raised lips up. That smile made her look like a teenager in love.

In a conscious state, that would obviously not be possible. He knows his wife can be very stubborn and full of very high self-esteem.

Perhaps the words were thrown out because the departure of Yoga left a wound in his heart. His little wife was afraid of being abandoned without such an explanation again. Maybe the experience became a trauma that made him very alert to open his heart again, a trauma that made him always avoid and do not want to express his feelings honestly.

However, Pramudya has promised in his heart, no matter what happens, he will not leave his wife alone, let alone leave without explanation and just disappear.

Suddenly Pramudya remembered Bayu. Maybe he should thank his best friend. He had not had time to do it because he was too busy enjoying his new status as “pacar”, even several times tempting his best friend by acting obnoxious. It was all because having a boyfriend turned out to be a lot of fun, making her want to be a little childish.

Pramudya picked up the phone and typed in a message.

[Thank you. What do you want as compensation?]

In an apartment in the city center, Bayu who almost fell asleep again woke up because his cellphone vibrated on the table. He's very tired. After returning from vacation, work piles up to give him a headache. He had stayed until almost midnight, but still had not completed all his reports.

With his eyes half closed, Bayu's hand flailed and tried to reach his phone.

Who's sending messages tonight?

He groaned and rolled closer to the edge of the bed, reached out his hand once more and picked up his phone. He swiped the surface of the screen up and opened WhatsApp messages.

His narrowed eyes suddenly opened wide.

He read the message twice, then checked the name of the sender once again.

Not wrong.

The message was sent by Pramudya. What kind of wind made his best friend suddenly send a message like this?

Did he have a wonderful night with his wife?

The corners of the lips of Bayu lifted. His sleepiness disappeared instantly. This is a big rumor! The Big Boss has finally officially given up his bachelor!

[Why is it suddenly so good to me?]

[Are you not a virgin anymore?]

[Good. I thought you'd be a virgin forever]

[Then I ask for an annual holiday plus one week]

[That's enough]

After sending a series of messages, Bayu returned to the top of the bed still with a face filled with a wide grin. He was happy for his dorky friend. Just having a wife and boyfriend has been acting like this.

But at least he didn't need to face the skewed gossip about himself that Pramudya liked anymore. I don't know what his father would do if he heard the news.

In a different place, Pramudya read all those messages with a frowning forehead. That little rascal, why talk so carelessly like this? Asked one question, the answer swirled through space.

He typed in a reply message and sent it.

[This week is overtime until all the work is done]

He then put his phone on the nightstand, no matter if Bayu reply again or not.

Inside the bathroom, Freya saw her disheveled reflection in the mirror and was stunned. All the red marks of her husband's work were everywhere. It was as if he had just fought a male crab who attacked and stamped it ferociously.

How should she dress tomorrow?

In addition, his voice was ... gee, was the sound of***** and his moans heard all the way outside?

What does Ruth think of him?

How could I meet Grandpa with my head held high again?

This shameless husband of hers had already destroyed the self-image she had maintained all along.

Huaaa .. noooo!

“Pramudya Antasena, you have to take responsibility!” He fizzed while clenching his hands in the air.

Now even escaping outside can't. There's Grandpa. He could not sleep separately with Mr. Pram. But if you stay asleep here, it could be before morning something happened without realizing it. Just look at how his shirt was stripped without him knowing.

Mr. Pram's hands are very skilled. She wouldn't believe it if she said it was her first experience.

Hm.

Did he ever do it with Carissa?

Then with who else?

How many women has he touched?

Freya suddenly emotional.

He was galloping out like he was going to fight.

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