My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Fuck Fuck?

The remark made Freya almost trip over her own feet. It was fortunate that Pramudya's hand held his waist swiftly. Otherwise, maybe he would have smelled a shiny marble floor down there.

Freya glanced sideways. Maybe because the Old Man had climbed the stairs and was quite far from himself and Mr. Pram, her husband was no longer acting strange and miscellaneous. The man just supported his waist stably and helped him walk up the stairs.

They both turned in different directions from Old Man, to the left side of the stairs, down the hallway filled with displays of antique and expensive items, then stopped at the door.

Pramudya reached out and moneded the knob, then gave way to Freya to enter first.

"Let go first, sir" pinta Freya stiffly.

Pramudya's gaze dropped to Freya's waist. Apparently his right hand is still stuck there. He cleared his throat twice and pulled his hand behind his back.

“Sorry,” murmured before following the walk in.

Freya did not respond. He was busy looking at the size of the room. The ceiling of the room is very high. There is also a flat-screen TV whose size almost fills the entire wall. The mattress that was in the middle of the room could even be slept with by ten people.

Maddened. Why have such a big bed? Want to play football before going to bed?

Freya counted in her heart. It looks like the price of all the furniture in the room may be used to buy 1000 units of a subsidiary house.

“The waiter should have prepared your clothes. The bathroom is over there,” Pramudya said while pointing to the left side where the bathroom is located. The dressing room is right next to him.

Freya looked at him with a strange expression. Why did Mr Pram tell him to take a shower and change his clothes as soon as he entered the room? This man is not thinking about something that is not-no, ‘kan?

He frowned and looked suspiciously at Pramudya.

“What are you thinking? I just want to get you to take a shower and rest. I will sleep on the sofa,” said Pramudya while giving a mocking look.

Freya immediately woke up. The sweet and passionate appearance throughout dinner just now was just acting. Why did he forget? Now Mr. Pram has returned to his factory suit: sharp-mouthed, arrogant and obnoxious.

He rolled his eyes before turning around and going to the bathroom. It was too draining to argue with the man. It will only waste the food that is being digested in its stomach.

Upon entering the bathroom, Freya sighed again. The bathroom looks even more luxurious than the living room of Bu Erna, the owner of the rent.

Though in his eyes, Ms. Erna who is always fond of wearing five kilos of gold is already very rich. Usually, when Lebaran arrives, Ms. Erna will invite her landlords and hold a thanksgiving event, handing out sembako and envelopes containing red sheets.

Of course Freya knew it was also a show off in disguised form. Ms. Erna will tell you how expensive and valuable the things in her living room are.

However, it turns out that it is true, above the sky there is still sky. All the objects in Mr. Pram's private bathroom can only be described with three words: peerless luxury. Freya wouldn't even mind if Mr. Pram asked her to sleep in the bathtub that night.

Freya filled the tub with warm water, then entered and soaked comfortably. The tension throughout his body faded. He closed his eyes and relaxed. A faint smile appeared on his lips. This sudden change in life turned out to be quite pleasant as well.

His eyes were tightly closed. His mind wanders, remembering events that happened in the past and present. Then suddenly he remembered the words of Mr. Pram about the key of his motorbike taken secretly.

Freya's two tiny hands were tightly clenched. He will demand the stolen motorcycle. The wealth obtained before marriage is not recorded and the distribution of property gono-gini! Huh!

But ... Freya sighed softly and buried her head into the water.

Never mind, just explain. It looks like the cost of his life borne by Mr. Pram is more than enough to pay for the motorcycle.

If Bayu had hired more competent people, maybe he could have found out the truth about five months ago sooner. That way, maybe it ... what?

What's he gonna do?

Do you act better to that girl?

Huh. So ridiculous.

What relation?

Just provide compensation that is commensurate, no need to involve any emotions in it.

The light in Pramudya's eyes that was originally a little soft slowly solidified.

Right, there is no need to involve any feelings. If he could choose the girl as his bride, it was just a mere coincidence, not an unreasonable fate.

Pramudya. Since the death of his mother, he does not believe in fate. More distrustful of the promise of life as it is spoken at the altar. The proof, his father was able to renege on the pledge easily, as easily as death approached his mother.

No matter how long Pramudya sat with such a posture, he did not notice it. When the bathroom door opened, her eyelids rose. The pair of round eyes were staring at him and looked like they were accusing him.

What is ....

Pramudya snorted and threw his face away. The girl's body was decent as well, not too flat as she thought.

At the end of it, Freya was already about to die from embarrassment. He did not expect at all if Pramudya was sitting on the sofa and facing right at him. It froze in place.

Goddamnit! Which fucking waitress prepares a nightgown like this for him? Really want to get beat up!

Only three small circles can not cover the sensitive part of the body, then woven with transparent fibers that are as the color of the skin. Even after being covered in towels, he still felt like he was wearing nothing.

The snoring sound coming out from Pramudya's mouth resuscitated Freya. Almost like a rabbit escaping from a wolf's claw, he ran into the changing room while rampaging inwardly.

That bastard! The perverted old man who was sitting casually on the sofa, why would he look at the bathroom door like that? Truly an asshole, pervert, villain ... argh! You perverted old uncle!

Freya covered her mouth with a towel, then punched the air and continued to curse Pramudya in the heart.His holy body was already seen by the perverted bastard ....

“Mistakenly wash your clothes in the sink, stupid girl!”

Freya scolded herself while pointing at the large mirror in the middle of the room. Had he not been rash and pretentious to wash his own clothes, none of this would have happened. Really bad luck.

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If gini breaks even, no, Fre? 😁