My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Gifts

Freya was still curled up inside the blanket even though the sunlight had illuminated the room. The dawn attack carried out by her husband was only completed after sunrise. All his power is drained.

I don't know how many times she begged and asked for forgiveness so that Pramudya let go, but her husband pressed her even harder so many times she trembled uncontrollably.

Her husband's stamina made Freya not know should feel awe or self-pity. The man could still get up excitedly and go to the office. He could barely move. His bones and his whole body were in pain. Just open his eyes he was lazy. I still want to lie down a little longer.

The sound of the door opening made Freya's forehead slightly wrinkled.

Hasn't the wolf gone? Who's coming?

“My darling ...”

The side of the bed is on the right. Soon her moist, cold lips touched Freya's forehead. He squirmed and tried to open his eyes.

Her husband looked at her with a smile.

Freya groaned slowly. He felt like he was in heaven and met a very handsome angel. But considering this angel who had tortured him to the point of fainting, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes again.

Two seconds later, Freya was beaming like she had just been electrocuted. His lips were targeted by a wolf.

She raised her hand and pushed on her husband's chest while muttering softly, “Uncle, I can no longer bear it. Please pity me.”

Seeing his wife muttering with her eyes closed without energy made Pramudya could not help but laugh.

“Who's Uncle? Am I not satisfying you? Then we can try again,” reply while giving a seductive look.

Freya pulled out the blanket and hid herself inside the cloth roll.

“Go. Don't bother me!” from under the blanket.

My God, this little wife is so funny. Pramudya desperately wants to stick with him all the time. But this time there was something important to be resolved by him.

He took out a stack of documents and a pen he had placed on the table and thrust it into Freya.

“I'll go after you sign here."

Freya's head poked out from under the blanket.

“What signature?” she looked at her husband suspiciously.

“Only small gift for my wife.”

“Gift?”

“Hm.” Pramudya.

Freya's forehead wrinkled, trying to remember what the date was.

He's not on a birthday.

“What gift?” ask Freya again. That time she came out of the blanket and moved closer to her husband.

Pramudya let out a long sigh, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. His wife did not even remember the date of their wedding.

She cupped Freya in the face and landed a kiss on her forehead before saying, “Mrs Antasena, thank you for being my wife. Thank you for taking me back. I promise I will love you to death. Happy first wedding anniversary, my dear.”

Freya's dumbfounded. It's been a year?

What date is it now?

What month is this?

She blinked in a daze and turned towards her husband with a guilty feeling. He really doesn't remember the date of their wedding.

Pramudya laughed again. The confused face of his wife still looked very cute in his eyes. He could not even feel upset even though his wife had forgotten their wedding date.

“It doesn't matter if you forget, I will remind you every year,” whispered it near his wife's ear.

Freya's heart was suddenly racing. The hot steam and the sexy sound that came out of her husband's mouth always managed to make him crumble.

Wait for.

Freya's eyes are breaking.

So that dawn attack was ....

“Tadi that morning you ... you ..” Freya pointed at her husband's chest in annoyance, but was unable to finish her speech.

This Old Uncle!

Pramudya laughed, grabbed Freya's shoulder and kissed the top of her head. He handed a stack of documents to his wife and asked her to sign.

Freya skimmed through the thick print on the paper at the top of the pile.

Eyes rounded. In an instant his sense of regret diminished, replaced by surprise and disbelief.

The content of the letters is more or less the delivery of assets owned by her husband, ranging from those in Indonesia to abroad, all transferred on her behalf.

“Honey, you don't scare me.” Freya's hands suddenly trembled. His brain stopped counting at the 12th zero. Everything is in the dollar.

“Grandfather said, all the property of the husband belongs to the wife. I work hard for my wife. What I have is yours. Even my heart and body are yours, my dear." While saying that sentence, Pramudya's fingers moved up and down on his wife's arm.

Freya goosebumps. What has a heart and body? This Old Uncle is getting shameless.

She took her eyes off her husband's face, looked back at the pile of papers in her hands and said, “This is too much, I can't take it.”

Pramudya kept smiling very charmingly. He knew this answer would come out of his wife's mouth.

“My wife, just think of this as a guarantee. Later if I mess around, you can kick me away without a dime of money in hand,” he said.

Freya glares. “You dare to mess around?”

“No... no. I mean, just in case something unwanted happens. If I die first, you and our children can—“

“Already. It's been. Stop the bullshit. I signed.” Freya put her signature on each sheet of paper before her husband uttered a more absurd sentence.

Pramudya smiled with satisfaction. Persuading his wife was not as difficult as he had imagined.

Freya handed over the documents she had finished signing with a sullen face.

“Already. Can I sleep?” tanyakanya.

“Hm.” Pramudya nodded, then pulled his wife's waist down, re-entering the blanket.

“What do you do?” Freya hissed angrily and wriggled to escape the increasingly messum Old Uncle.

“Request a gift,” Reply Pramudya. His voice began to be heavy and hoarse. His hands moved releasing the buttons of the shirt with a very skillful movement.

“Pramudya Antasena!”

“Yes, My dear.”

“Umph!” Freya almost choked with anger. His mouth was covered with a wet tongue.

Wanted to cry ....

Freya broke away from that arbitrary kiss and cursed her husband, “Old Uncle, hold yourself back a little! I can die in bed if I keep doing this.”

The Pramudya movement has stopped. He looked at his wife's little face with a pair of misty eyes.

“Who's Old Uncle?”

The alarm on Freya's head is on. The threat that sounded in the question made his body shrink. He's been talking wrong.

Quickly he shook his hand in panic and replied, “I was wrong. My husband is very young and handsome. E-he-he-he .. not old at all ...”

Unfortunately, Old Uncle did not want to hear any reason.

That morning, Old Uncle worked hard to prove that he did not fall into the "old" category".

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