My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Loss and Regret

Grandfather's death was a heavy blow to Freya. It is like losing a member of his own family, the person he loves the most. After the funeral, he daydreamed more with a gloomy face, lay on the bed and locked himself in his room. After Grandpa left, there was nothing else to cover up.

He was sure that almost all of the servants at the residence had known of his pretended marriage to Mr. Pram, including Mr. Anton, but all of them chose to shut their eyes. Maybe because Mr. Pram had warned them not to talk. But, is that all important now? Grandpa is no more.

Guilt and regret gnawed at his chest. He felt very guilty because from the beginning he had cheated the very kind old man. Well, although in the end he and Pramudya have become lovers, still this marriage is fake. It was a burden that became strange in his heart.

Moreover, he had not had time to fulfill Grandpa's only desire to have a great-granddaughter.

Freya cupped her face with her hands and went back to sobbing. That request, although now it feels difficult and impossible, but who knows what will happen in the future.

He did not mind giving birth to one or two children with Mr. Pram, but he needed time. The process must be carried out step by step. Unfortunately Grandpa no longer had time. Grandpa can no longer wait.

“Grandfather, forgive me...” murmured Freya slowly. His chest felt very tight and painful.

Regret is a scary ghost. He followed you anywhere and squeezed your heart firmly.

A warm embrace and a fragrant body scent enveloped Freya's body. A second later, his body had been stuck with a chest that was firm and firm.

Without looking up, Freya stretched out her hand and wrapped it around her husband's waist. He stuck his head into the man's chest and curled up like a child.

“Do not cry again ...” persuade Pramudya while patting his wife's back gently.

The speech made Freya's tears flow faster. Shoulders shaking. His neck hurts from holding sobs to be muffled.

How can you not cry?

He will never see Grandpa again.

I will never see him again forever.

Pramudya kissed his wife's forehead and hugged her tighter. His heart also hurt, more hurt when he saw his wife who was so lost and dissolved in sadness.

He knew Freya must be feeling very sad because she couldn't fulfill Grandpa's last wish, but she couldn't do anything either. That kind of thing can't be forced. Let it walk as it is. It's all time. He does not want to force.

“Freya, we do not have the ability to change destiny. Grandfather rested quietly, let him go,” Pramudya whispered.

Freya took a deep breath, shrunk the tears on her cheeks and replied in a hoarse voice, “We are guilty to her, Pram. We're guilty. Grandpa is so good, but we have deceived him.”

Freya choked, breathing fast and heavy, rubbing her tears once more before stammering, “Since the beginning. Grandpa ... he doesn't know we .. we've deceived him, even until he dies, he doesn't know. Grandfather hoped it would .. he wanted to have a great-granddaughter soon. I can't .. I can't fulfill it. Grandpa no longer exists.”

Pramudya tried to understand the thoughts of his wife. That said, women are more sensitive, they are more often prioritizing feelings, not logic. He knew his little wife was very sensitive despite her strong and strong appearance. He also knew his wife loved his grandfather sincerely and earnestly, which is why the loss of Grandpa made his wife very hard hit.

“It's not your fault, I'm wrong. Sorry ...”

Freya shakes. He is guilty too. He was wrong for agreeing to this fucking pretend marriage! He was guilty of deceiving the old man and acting with Mr. Pram. He had no chance to apologize to Grandpa anymore.

“We can focus on other Grandpa requests. He wants us to love each other and live happily, aren't we like that now?” pramudya said after being silent for a long time.

The tremors on Freya's shoulders slowly subsided.

“Have felt better?” ask Pram.

Freya nodded slowly. There was only a little bit of stuffing left that made it look like a hiccup. But now he feels much better than before.

Pramudya lifted his wife's chin and wiped away any trace of tears left on his cheek.

“I get you a meal, yes. Ruth said you haven't eaten anything since morning,”. Despite his grief, he did not want his wife to fall ill.

When she heard her husband's words, Freya felt her stomach ache. Not a single piece of food entered his stomach. Aside from being unfeeling, he had no time to think about anything other than lamenting Grandfather's departure.

“Wait here. I'll get you a minute.” Pramudya did not wait for his wife's answer and immediately got up from the bed and rushed out before his wife changed her mind. He was really worried about his wife's condition.

Ruth was waiting at the door with a tray in her hand.

“Master, Madam is ready to eat?” tanyakanya.

“Yes. Give it to me.”

Ruth looked very relieved. He immediately thrust the tray in his hand to his master. He was very worried, afraid that something might happen to Madam for crying over the Great Lord's departure throughout the day. Thank goodness the lady ate. Although a little, but at least can fill his empty stomach.

Pramudya brought the tray and returned to the room. There was a bowl of chicken porridge that they had not had time to eat this morning. It seems Ruth had already heated it because the bowl felt warm.

“Honey, wake up. Eat a little,” said Pram while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Freya rested her body with her elbows and leaned against the head of the bed. He no longer cared what his appearance was at that moment.

He looked at Parmudya who was waiting for him patiently, then said, “Thank you, sorry for bothering you.”

“You know I never feel bothered by you.” The priest scoops the chicken porridge in a bowl, blowing it around for a while before thrusting it into Freya's mouth.

Freya ate the porridge with an ungodly feeling. Pramudya's attention made him feel touched. She opened her mouth and ate the porridge that her husband had fed her.

Pramudya was relieved when one bowl of porridge was spent by his wife. He placed a bowl on the table, and handed a glass of warm water to his wife.

Freya received the glass and took a sip of its contents slowly.

The priest took the glass back and placed it next to the empty bowl.

“Thank you, Darling. Sorry for making you have trouble all day,” said Freya with a voice that sounded hoarse and nasal.

Pramudya grabbed Freya's hand, grasped it tightly while replying, “From now on, we will face difficulties together. Whatever it is, don't forget that you're not alone. Okay?”

Freya's eyes are heating up again.

Grandpa, listen to Pram's promise. Grandpa rest in peace. Don't worry, we'll live well here ....

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