My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

That's You're Not it?

After changing into more normal and humane clothes, Freya walked out cautiously. He did not see Pramudya on the sofa, but the sound of water came from the bathroom. Apparently the man went to take a shower while Freya was in the dressing room.

Freya stood still on the edge of the bed and circulated her gaze. It feels a little disrespectful to let Mr. Pram sleep on the sofa.

He glanced at the sofa and made a decision in his heart. With a swift hand grabbed a pillow and a blanket, then walked quickly towards the sofa.

He arranged a pillow on the end of the sofa attached to the wall, then lay stiffly facing the opposite direction to the bathroom.

He did not want to accidentally stare at the body of Mr. Pram who was only covered in a towel, then labeled as a perverted girl. Hish ... Just thinking about it has made Freya goosebumps.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. However, after going back and forth several times, he still could not sleep.

The more he wanted to sleep, the more his eyes glared. He never slept in a room with a stranger.

Freya was so frustrated!

Especially when the sound of the bathroom door is open. His eyelids were shaking in panic.

Shit, why are his footsteps coming here?

Taps.

Taps.

Taps.

What does this man want? Why are his footsteps approaching?

Freya's body stiffened. He even almost did not dare to breathe when the heat from Mr. Pram's body felt only about three feet away from his arm.

“You've slept?”

That deep, megnetical sound made Freya almost roll over from the top of the sofa.

Damnit damnit! Why can only sound be so sexy and seductive?

Freya felt her ears almost pregnant.

“I know you haven't slept. Wake up. I want to talk.”

Freya secretly scolded her husband inwardly. What do you want to talk about? Old man, can you go get dressed before you come and have a girl talk?

Before being content to scold her husband, Freya felt the blanket on her body being forcefully pulled.

“Ahhh!” Freya screeched loudly while jumping to sit down. He closed his eyes tightly while flailing forward.

“Give me my blanket! You perverted uncle! At least go get dressed before talking to a girl!” He was furious. Had it not been for knowing that the man had just come out of the bathroom and most likely had only been wearing a towel or bathrobe, Freya would have opened her eyes and fought with him.

Pramudya noticed the silly behavior of his little wife with a frowning forehead. Looks like that stupid girl is already thinking a no-no.

“What do you think? Open your eyes!” his orders.

“No! Don't want!” Freya refused loudly.

Pramudya. He always excels at everything, but to be honest, patience is not one of his advantages.

He lowered his head, grabbed Freya's hand and pressed it against her chest.

Freya screamed loudly once again. He wanted to pull back his hand in panic, but Pramudya held his arm firmly. Then, when she felt a layer of cloth covering her husband's chest, Freya's eyelids opened little by little. His ears were flushed and hot. Apparently he had misunderstood, Mr. Pram had all changed clothes in the bathroom.

Pramudya sneered and resisted the urge to flick his wife's forehead. Why is this girl so stupid and naive?

Freya corrected her sitting position and tucked her hair behind her earlobes. “Sorry, I think Mr. .. eng, that's ...”

His face is getting red. He could not finish his words. It feels too embarrassing! Why is he always being stupid and careless in front of Mr Pram? Haish!

Freya was stunned for a moment. He looked up and returned Pramudya's gaze. The man was still doubtful whether he was the one who helped him five months ago or not, but had admitted it out loud at the dinner table earlier. Really brave to take risks. What if it wasn't him?

Suddenly Freya felt a complicated emotion in her heart.

He asked back, “If you are still hesitant, why say it to Grandpa like that?”

Pramudya pinched his eyebrows. This “Bapak” call made him feel very old, almost like his grandfather's age.

“Can you call me by another name?”

“Eh?”

“I'm not your father.”

“It ...” Freya is so awkward. Should she call him a husband? Haia ... can't! Too weird! He shuddered in horror just by thinking about it.

“Call my name only. Pram or Pramudya, whatever. Our age difference is not too far.”

Freya bit her teeth firmly. The call was too intimate. He can't.

In addition, sir, please yes, the 8-year gap is almost 10 years. Our generation's been different for almost a decade, okay?

After weighing in at heart, Freya decided to bid, “How about Mas? Or Bang?”

Hearing that remark, Pramudya desperately wanted to turn the table. He turned to the side and stroked his temple.

What kind of call is that? All my life, no one has ever called him Mas, let alone Bang! Okay well?

After taking three breaths, clenching and tightening his fist twice, Pramudya turned to face Freya and gave the order solemnly, “Call Pram.”

Freya blinked her round eyes. Would he be expelled if he insisted on calling this man Mas?

He exhaled softly, not daring to take a risk when he saw the appearance of Pramudya who seemed to kick his butt if he dared to fight back.

“Good, Pram ...” It feels so weird. Freya almost bit her tongue.

Pramudya nodded in satisfaction. This call felt better to his ears. He sat down next to Freya, crossed his legs and looked straight at the girl.

“I'm sorry for not recognizing you before,” he said in earnest.

Freya nodded clumsily. It is not wrong Mr. Pram because he does not immediately recognize himself. He himself did not recognize the man when they met again in Antasena Group. The meeting was too short and rushed.

In addition, five months ago his hair was long until the waist. He cut his hair two weeks ago because he wanted to have a different appearance before applying for a job at Antasena Group.

Hear-heard a haircut can throw shit, so he tried it. Whether it's a fact or just a myth, the evidence of luck comes to him when the first day comes to work.

“Did anyone come bother you that time?” ask Pramudya.

Freya nodded. “Indeed anyone came, but when they searched and didn't find you, they went straight away.”

Pramudya looks relieved. Thank goodness this girl wasn't hurt for trying to help her.

“Regarding that motorcycle ... I will refund the restitution fee.”

Freya looked up quickly and shook her head. At first he was upset when he found out that the person who took his motorcycle was Pak Pram. However, given all the benefits she had gained from marrying the man, she felt that she did not need any more calculations.

“What I got from this wedding was more than enough. After all it was just a cheap motorcycle,” he said while trying to smile despite crying inwardly. Installment of 1.2 million per month is actually not cheap for him at all.

Pramudya just kept quiet and stared fixedly at Freya. If it was someone else, they would definitely rake in as much profit as possible. No matter how much he gave, no one would ever be satisfied. But this girl ... was she really different, or was she just pretending to attract her attention?

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