My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

For His Good

“Until when do you want to hide here?” ask Bayu while shaking his waist.

It's Sunday, but the aura inside her apartment is so grim. It was as if there were layered cloudy clouds resonating above the ceiling of his living room, making him feel asphyxiated as well as gloomy.

He looked at Pramudya who was lying on his back on the sofa, not answering his question.

Pramudya's body exceeds the length of the sofa so that one leg rises above the backrest, while the other foot traces to the floor. His right hand bent over the forehead covering half of his face, making Bayu unable to see his eyes.

Is this guy sleeping or what?

“Hey, I'm talking to you,” Bayu said as he nudged Pramudya's elbow.

Still no response.

Bayu sighed and rubbed his face twice.

Damnit. This is the love story of others, why did he bother from the beginning? Starting from giving advice and listening to Pramudya curhatan every day. After successfully courting and showing off arrogantly before him, now instead parted ways for no apparent reason. Really gave him a headache.

Okay if you don't want to meet the wife, why should he involve himself and Kikan who follow the cats? Not to mention his best friend has been hitchhiking to eat and sleep in his apartment for almost a week.

Not counting, no. He just wasn't used to waking up and found Pramudya taking a bath or making breakfast in the kitchen. It feels a little weird.

In addition, Pramudya who had never smoked for a long time now returned to the bad habit. There was smoke everywhere. In the room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom. Whether it's morning, noon, or midnight, Pramudya's finger is always tucked in a cigarette that makes Bayu very upset.

However, when he saw Pramudya sip the nicotine smoke deeply while closing his eyes and looking very tormented, he could not scold him.

He could not guess what exactly his best friend was thinking, but also could not see it continue like this.

Bayu sighed and tried to speak again, “Pramudya. If you continue this way, your wife may be taken away by Yoga Pratama. You want that to happen?”

Pramudya still flinching. Lying down like a lifeless piece of wood.

“As far as you are. I will not interfere anymore,” said Bayu while turning around, about to go to his room. Facing Pramudya really drained all his patience and was frustrating.

“This is for his own good.”

Pramudya's voice that sounded hoarse made Bayu stop his steps. He turned and looked at his friend who was still in the same position, lying down like a piece of wood.

“Kepaan? What kindness? Try to explain to me,” cecar Bayu while crossing. He refrained from hitting Pramudya in the head with an ashtray on the table so that his brain could return to normal.

“She can be completely dead if continue with me.” Pramudya muttered again. That time his voice sounded low and full of bitterness.

Bayu was silent, waiting for Pramudya's next speech.

“I'm too cocky. I felt I could protect her, but in fact she was always almost wretched because of me. And I was the last person to come to her aid,” Pramudya said again.

There was a long pause and silence in the air. Bayu did not know how to respond. He had never seen Pramudya so inferior and so depressed. He can even feel the pain of heart just by hearing his soft voice, there is no firmness and confidence that is always in a Pramudya Antasena.

After some time, Pramudya sighed and lowered his hand. He got up and leaned on the sofa. His appearance was that of a god who had just been thrown to earth, languishing and lonely.

Bayu sighed and sat across from his best friend. It was the longest explanation Pramudya had ever uttered to him.

“What if this condition does not improve? Or even worse. You will continue to let it go with Yoga Pratama?”

“No. I'll clear things up as soon as possible and bring it back.”

“How about he falls in love again with his first ex-lover?”

Pramudya was silent for a moment. His heart was like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, pulsing with pain.

He gulped bitterly before replying, “I won't let that happen.”

Bayu suddenly felt his headache getting worse. He tried to understand Pramudya's mind and tried to stand in the position of his best friend.

Could it be that he would do the same? Stay away from the woman he loves under the pretext of his safety. Then try to get it back after everything calms down. Can such a thing be done?

Although at that time only wearing a comfortable t-shirt, Bayu felt suffocated. This situation really made him feel depressed

“Pramudya, your wife is not a robot. He has his own thoughts and feelings. At least meet him and tell him your reasons. Don't be like this. You will hurt him and regret later,” said Bayu before getting up and leaving. How the decision Pramudya later, he could not interfere in it.

Pramudya picked up a cigarette and lit it. He sucked deeply, letting his lungs fill with thick white smoke that rolled like clouds as he exhaled.

Meet his wife ... How do I tell Bayu that he does not have that courage?

If he dared, he wouldn't have escaped here, wouldn't have been hiding all this time.

He was afraid that all the firmness of his heart would waver when he saw that pair of bright clear eyes like that star.

He was afraid that his self-defense would collapse when his wife said that they could face all of this together. Yes, he was very sure that was what his stubborn little wife would say.

However, how could he put the girl in such a dangerous position at all times. How could he let the girl be the target of people who want to bring her down?

At least, by being on the side of Yoga Pratama, nothing will bother Freya for a while. So, for a while just let the guy feel victorious. Let him feel like he is on the clouds. In time, he will take his wife back.

Regarding Freya, his little wife was ...

Her guard restored her hair and rubbed her face violently.

How do I explain to that stubborn girl?

Bayu is right, he may have to see his wife, but not to explain.

There is no other way ....

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