My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

So Romantic

The cold snap bit the surface of Freya's skin that was not covered in blankets. He squirms. His hands flailed backwards, looking for the warmth that had accompanied him all night.

There aren't.

Freya groaned softly while turning her body. His eyes that still felt heavy were forced to open. The side of the bed her husband slept in last night was empty.

When did he wake up? Why not wake me up too?

He glanced at the wall clock. It's only six in the morning. Where did that Old Uncle go so early in the morning?

It was only one night, but she felt like she was used to lying next to her husband. A sudden sense of loss made him feel a little uncomfortable when he found the man was not by his side when he opened his eyes.

Freya's face blushed for no apparent reason. Thinking about the development of their relationship so far made him roll on the mattress and cover his entire body with a blanket, making him look like a cocoon that was preparing to metamorphose.

Just as their relationship journey initially looks like an ugly caterpillar: misunderstanding and fighting all the time, no one dares to take the step to acknowledge the heart first.

But now everything changed completely in just one week. After all the misunderstandings were explained. After they dared to acknowledge each other's feelings, there was a thread of fate that wrapped them together.

Just like a cocoon that will turn into a beautiful butterfly, Freya hopes that the future she will live with Pak Pram is no less beautiful.

He sighed softly and rolled out of the blanket.

Never mind. Can't be selfish. Maybe there is a sudden work call that makes Mr. Pram have to go early in the morning.

Frey got off the bed and stretched her body for a while. He picks up his phone and sends a message to Lisa, asking if she wants to be picked up. In addition, he plans to treat Lisa to lunch later.

Freya was very sure “tragedi” got drunk the other day must have something to do with the girl. But he also cannot be angry. Were it not for the incident, perhaps his current relationship with Mr. Pram would still be on the spot.

After sending a message to Lisa, Freya typed another message for her husband.

[August, Honey. Have you left for work?]

[Entertainment, yes.]

Freya added a liver emot, but then removed it again.

He bit his lips and weighed. Should I wear a heart emot or kiss?

Aish, stop. Don't you need to. It seems like it's too tacky.

He added nothing and sent the message, then went to the bathroom.

That morning he did not soak in the bathtub. He wants to arrive at the college before eight. There are many tasks left behind. He wanted to ask for help and copy material from his classmates, not wanting to get bad grades in the first semester.

Just entered for a while but already on honeymoon, hopefully the lecturer is kind and does not mind his lag.

Not half an hour later, Freya had walked out of the room wearing black jeans and a white blouse wrapped in a dark brown cardigan. Her hair was tied to a ponytail. Without excessive makeup or scented perfumes that sting.

There was a papper bag in his right hand. On his back was a small backpack containing stationery, sketchbooks, purses, mobile phones, and one design task he had already completed.

He greeted Ruth, who as usual was standing at the door of her room.

“Again, Ruth. No need to wait here tomorrow. I'll call if need your help.”

“Good morning, Madam. Thank you, but Tuan—“

“I'll talk to him. You don't worry,” interrupted Freya while thrusting the pepper bag in her hand to Ruth.

“This is for you,”. Yesterday he had not met Ruth personally. After dinner, he and Pramudya went straight back to the room.

“Mistress, this ...”

“Quick grab. I'm in a hurry to get to campus.”

“Ke campus? But Master is cooking for Madam under.”

“Master woke up earlier and prepared breakfast for Madam.”

Freya stuck the paper bag into Ruth's hand and rushed down. Is her handsome husband cooking for her?

So romantic.

Freya's face was beaming. He ran down and almost jumped two steps at once.

“Mistress, slow down!” ruth shouted from above, but the Madam had already disappeared towards the kitchen.

Ruth could not help her smile. He was really happy to see the development of the relationship between Mr and Mrs. Last night, Mr. Anton recounted what he saw while peering in the kitchen.

Moreover, he realized the way Mr. Pram looked at his wife was already much different. That look was so full of love and affection. Last night when the couple walked into the room, she could see love in their eyes. Genuine and pure love, not a pretense that has been displayed only when there is a Grandpa.

Downstairs, Freya put her index finger on her lips when she saw Mr. Anton about to greet her.

Mr. Anton nodded and made a gesture of shutting up. He then quietly beckoned the servants to get out of the place.

Freya gave her thumbs up, then very carefully looked up from the kitchen door. The fragrant aroma of fried onions filled the air.

In front of the kitchen table, Pramudya wearing an apron seemed to be focusing on moving something from teflon into the bowl. It looks like it's a fried onion.

What is she cooking?

Freya quietly pulled out her phone and took as many pictures of her husband as possible and kept them inside the gallery. He grinned widely and forgot that he had to go to campus immediately, also still had to pick up Lisa.

When Pramudya looked up, he sat down with a tiny face half-pointed from behind the door, peering at him like a thief.

Yes, the thief who has taken away his heart and heart.

“Awake up? Why not sign in?” turn around and put teflon into the dishwasher.

Since it had been discovered, Freya did not want to hide anymore. She jumped in like a gazelle and stood beside her husband.

“Harum. What are you cooking?” tanyakanya.

“Special chicken porridge,” Pramudya replied while opening the lid of the pot where the chicken porridge is located.

“You can cook chicken porridge?” Freya felt astonished at once a little disbelief.

Pramudya laughed while shaking his head. “Cannot. There are already two pots that are charred.”

“You ...” Freya was at a loss for words.

Why keep trying if you can't?

Since what time did her husband compete in the kitchen for her?

Freya felt very moved because her husband was very attentive and sad to think of porridge that should be wasted as a result of a failed trial.

Surely this man who does not want to lose somehow knows that Yoga often brings chicken porridge for him.

She went forward and hugged her husband's waist. “Thank you.”

Pramudya pinched the tip of Freya's nose and replied, “From now on can only eat my cooking.”

Ruth and Mr. Anton peering through the door almost slipped at the same time. On an ordinary day, how could they see the behavior of Mr. Pram like that. This was a rare occurrence, but it seemed like soon they would start getting used to seeing it every day.

“Go call Old Man,” whispered Mr. Anton.

Ruth nodded slowly and quietly turned around to go to the second floor. He feels very excited. The Great Lord would definitely be very happy to see the sight of his granddaughter getting along like this.

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