My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

I Love You

Freya's body froze after hearing Pramudya's words. He stopped struggling, turning very slowly to look at the man's face.

His brain digested the information he had just obtained, connecting all the intertwined red threads.

It is fitting that Mr. Brata always looks for excuses every time he asks about divorce papers.

It is fitting that Mr. Bayu and Secretary Kikan avoid.

And what about Lisa? Does he know this too?

Pramudya raised one hand and rubbed his wife's cheek gently. The other hand restrained the girl's waist in order not to move away from her.

How long have they not been in this close position?

“Freya, sorry .. I was forced to do it. I don't want you to get hurt. If anything happens to you, I will not be able to live,” muttered Pramudya while staring fixedly at his wife's face. He really meant that word. A world without his wife is not a world he wants to live in.

After hearing the confession, Freya laughed. He laughed until his eyes watered. His fingers raised up to corner his tears, then he pushed Pramudya's chest away. There was no laughter left on his face. It was as if his laughter just now was just an illusion.

“Master, please let me go,” the door quietly.

Pramudya did not dare to let go of his embrace. His wife's calm attitude only made him more afraid. It looked like the weather was calm before the storm came.

“I know I was wrong. You can hit me, kick me, do anything, but don't tell me to go.” Pramudya. He was so afraid that Freya would completely abandon him.

A single indifferent smile flashed across Freya's face. The look in his eyes became even colder and unattainable.

“Mr Pramudya, it seems like my good attitude these few weeks has made you misunderstand. I was going to let you stay and play around for a while. But now I don't want to continue anymore, so we end it here.”

Pramudya. This sentence did not sound foreign to his ears.

“Freya, don't scare me. What do you mean?” Pramudya swallowed his bitter-tasting saliva. The bad premonition made his body cold hot.

Freya gave a scornful look. “We're separated. Of course I am free to have relationships with anyone. Coincidentally lover—“

“Enough, Freya. We are still husband and wife.” Pramudya's body was trembling. It was not the end he wanted.

“Sweetest. The play you played was too real. I thought it was real, so ...” Freya shrugged her shoulders indifferently and continued, “I did not tell my lover that you are staying here. He came this morning and misunderstood. Now we're fighting. I don't want him to get angry and keep sulking, so please Mr. leave here.”

“Cannot be. That boy is not who you are.” Pramudya strongly denied. There was no way his wife was in a relationship with that little delinquent. He continued to argue in his heart even though he himself was unsure of the thought.

Freya smiled mockingly. He stared straight into the bewildered pair of black beads in front of him and said word for word very clearly, “Next month I will be married to Yoga. Tuan is the first person who will get the invitation and—“

“You will not marry any man.”

The priest silenced Freya's mouth once more without waiting for the girl to refute. He doesn't want to hear anything. His brain was burning with jealous flames. He could even smell the burning smell filling the air.

Does yoga come here often?

How often do they meet?

Want to marry his wife? Heh. Just dream!

Pramudya lifted Freya's body and carried her to the bed. He ignored the swearing that came out of the girl's mouth, laid her on the bed and locked her up with his body.

Freya tried to push Pramudya's body, but the man held both his hands over his head with only one hand. He was so upset that he wanted to berate all of Pramudya Antasena's ancestors.

“What do you do?” Freya glared furiously. He tried to kick, but Pramudya locked his legs firmly.

“Let go of me!” Freya thrashed again, but the movement actually made the bodies of the two of them rub against each other.

Pramudya regulated the roar of his hunting breath. The flaming anger slowly mixed with a foreign feeling that made his blood rustle.

“I will not forgive you for life if you dare to mess around,” threatened Freya when she felt the changes that happened to the body of the man on it.

Pramudya grunting and low growling, “Stop moving.”

Hot steam hits Freya's face. He tilted his face because their distance was too close and Pramudya's gaze began to make him careless.

“Freya, listen to me carefully. Forever you will only be Madam Antasena. No other options.”

Freya sneered.

This word again.

Snippy.

Peculiar.

Arrogant.

Just thinking about his own feelings.

What is so good about this man that he cannot hate him?

“I don't want to be Madam Antasena. We're divorced.”

Pramudya lowered his head and took a strong sip on Freya's neck.

Freya gasped, groaned and squeezed the fingers of Pramudya who was holding her palm.

“Say once again,” said Pramudya in a voice that started raucous.

Freya shook her head stubbornly. “I hate you. I don't want to be Madam Anta—“

The priest licked Freya's ears, leaving the rest of the girl's speech left in her mouth.

“You bastard!” grumpy Freya with breath. A strange winder began to crawl his toes.

Pramudya nodded and did not argue. “Yes, I'm a bastard. Never ask for a divorce. I won't allow it.”

“Cannot ask for divorce. What are you doing then?”

“I'm forced, Freya. They're after you.”

“So you decided it yourself? Without asking my opinion? For my own good? It's bullshit! You could kill me, you know? I want to die .. Many times I want to die. But why would I die for a jerk like you? You are unworthy, Pramudya Antasena. You are not worthy.”

“Yes, I was wrong. I'm not good for you. I'm sorry .. give it another chance. I swear. Things like this won't happen again.”

Freya's body jolted, unable to hold back her tears any longer. Why is his heart so weak? Just hearing this nonsense he had almost forgotten the evil words spoken to him back then.

Pramudya moved away from Freya's neck. He looked for a moment at his wife's wet face. He wiped the tears with a very careful movement.

“My dear, don't cry ..” Pramudya lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips gently.

“You are very selfish.” Freya's voice sounded hoarse.

“Ya.”

“You jerk.”

“Ya.”

“I hate you.”

“It's okay, I love you.”

Pramudya lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips once more.

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