My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Let's Live Happily

When he saw his wife galloping out of the bathroom like a bull about to go berserk, Pramudya raised his eyebrows.

What's up this time?

What other mistakes have he made?

Don't tell me this silly girl is just gonna scold her for what happened. He was already preparing to apologize for acting a little out of control.

“What's up, Honey?” he asked after his little wife approached.

“You!” Freya's index finger held out, gathering back a series of sentences that had been arranged well in the head.

Damnit. Why was it that after facing this Old Uncle he could not focus?

That kind of sitting position?

Why are his shirt buttons still uncluttered?

“I know I was wrong, forgive me, yes,” Pramudya said as he moved his hand through the air. “Come and sleep. I promise I won't mess around again.”

“You know you're wrong?’ repeat Freya with squeaking eyes. So is it true that this Old Uncle had done it with another woman?

He growled like an angry leopard.

“Yes, I admit wrong. I promise next time I won't repeat it again.”

Freya bit her lips firmly.

Is there another time?

Heh. This Old Uncle did ask to be beaten up.

“Who did you do it with? How times? Where?” scowl Freya while clenching her fists. He was already prepared to beat up this perverted man if he dared to answer more than three times.

Pramudya raised his eyebrows again. It seems they are talking about two different things. He shifted to the side of the bed and grabbed Freya's hand.

“What's with whom? How many times? What are you talking about?” tanyakanya.

Freya brushed her husband's hand away in annoyance. Still wanna pretend like a fool, huh?

Huh!

“How many times have you done things like that with other women?” ask Freya while holding her back.

“Hal-things earlier?” Pramudya repeated the question while holding back his laughter. Now he understood why this silly girl suddenly came like a hurricane and wanted to beat him to death.

He reached out and pinched the tip of Freya's nose while answering, “That's just you. Nothing else.”

“Long!” Freya tried to hold back her facial water in order to still look serious even though her Pramudya's words shook her heart a little.

“I'm not lying. You just ask Mr. Anton or Grandpa, whether I ever bring a woman home to stay the night or not."

Freya suddenly remembered her conversation with Mr. Anton at that time. But that ‘kan does not guarantee whether this Old Uncle ever “play” with other women or not. He could have rented a hotel, villa, apartment, or even in a car.

Goddamn bum!

Freya shuddered in horror at her own thoughts.

“Why? Still can't believe?” ask Pamudya.

“Can you do it somewhere else.” Freya insisted. There was no way this man had no experience with other women.

The more thought made him upset.

He and Yoga have never done such things. Okay well?

Pramudya. Both of his hands raised, pulling Freya into his arms. He kissed the top of Freya's head with great affection.

His wife is jealous ...

He feels very happy.

Just this time he felt happy from being scolded.

So ridiculous.

“My darling, I never play women. You're the only one who can make me react like that. Believe no?” he murmured while sniffing his wife's neck.

Freya shakes. He pushed Pramudya's body hard, but the man did not want to let go. His eyes were red and teary. The detained emotions sometimes make her tears spill without excuse. How humiliating.

Why should she feel so upset just because her husband has touched another woman?

He can still accept it if it is just a hug or a kiss, but if he has ever slept together, he feels not willing.

He lowered his head and shrunk the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand while grumbling, “Basic thugs. Like oppressive and arbitrary.”

“Hey, don't cry .. I'm really sorry, ok?” Pramudya grabbed his phone and opened a message from Bayu.

“Read,” he said while thrusting the phone in front of Freya.

“For what?”

“Read it,” says Pramudya. He was willing to do anything to convince his jealous lover, including humiliating himself.

Although still upset, Freya finally glanced at the phone and read the message sent by Pak Bayu to her husband.

Two seconds later, the expression on his face that was originally filled with anger changed rapidly.

The virgin?

That means ....

Freya gulped with difficulty and averted her eyes.

Old Uncle, you are not ashamed to show this disgrace to me?

“Already?” pramudya asked, pulling his wife's body closer to him.

“Still not believing?” his insistence when he saw his wife did not give a reaction.

Freya could not answer. Although his heart was still upset and suspicious, but the message had broken his entire personality.

“But why were you ... earlier ..” Freya bit her lips and glanced towards her husband.

Why is he so skilled?

Pramudya's lips curved. He could guess what the contents of the head of this silly girl who liked to think recklessly.

He lowered his head, sucked his face in the recess of his wife's neck while confessing his heart, “That's because of you, dear. You always make me lose control. Being around you makes me unable to hold back. I've held it for too long, tried to deny it for too long .. sorry, next time it won't happen again without your permission.”

Freya's stunned. So this man, this star he felt was unreachable ... turned out to have the same feelings for him a long time ago?

Her hand hanging in the air slowly moved up and touched her husband's back.

Apparently he misunderstood.

“Sorry, I .. um, I was—”

“It's okay. I'm glad you're jealous,” interrupted Pramudya. Freya's initiative to return his embrace made a stupid grin appear on his face.

With this reaction, his little wife should never do intimate things with Yoga Pratama, ‘kan?

Although to be honest he did not care how his wife's past was; as far as what his relationship with Yoga Pratama was concerned, knowing this was the first experience for his wife made him feel very happy.

See how many principles he has broken for his little wife.

Pramudya felt helpless as well as very satisfied.

“Freya.”

“Hm?”

“Remember this well. You're the only woman who made me fall in love. Only you can make me lose control. No matter what your background is, what your past is, don't worry about it all. That doesn't mean anything to me. Let's start a new life. Okay?”

Freya swallowed her suddenly sour and bitter saliva.

This man asked her not to worry about her background which was only an orphan? A poor girl who has nothing. To forget his past with Yoga Pratama. To start a new life as a lover as well as a husband and wife.

How could he be so lucky?

“Sayang?” call Pramudya. He looked up and found his wife's face wet with tears.

“What's up? Why crying?” tanyanya rubbed his wife's cheeks and chin with her palm.

Ferya tried to smile even though her tears were falling more and more.

This is called happy tears.

“Let's start a new life. From now on, in my heart there is only you,” he said.

Pramudya nodded and kissed his wife's two eyelids alternately. That promise was enough for him. He doesn't want anything anymore.

He lifts Freya's body easily, takes her in a crib and rolls over on the bed.

“Pram!” Freya screamed because of her husband's sudden movements.

The priest laid Freya's body in front of him, shifted until her chest stuck to the girl's back, then pulled the blanket to cover their body.

After turning off the lights, his hand slipped in, coiled around his wife's slender waist as he muttered softly, “It's been night. Quick sleep.”

Freya's tensed body slowly relaxed. He was struggling and looking for a comfortable position.

This warm embrace.

The happy one that blows.

Everything feels so right.

Freya's lips curved. His eyes slowly became heavy.

He was almost asleep when he heard Pramudya whispering near his ear.

“Freya, let's live happily.”

The curvature on Freya's lips grew wider. He pulled Pramudya's hand and held it in his chest.

Yes, let's live happily.

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