My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

A Distraught Feel

Bayu took a deep breath, then covered his face with his right hand. There were already five empty bottles of wine rolled on the floor. He started to feel dizzy, but Pramudya was still sitting casually.

His friend's tolerance for alcohol is magical. Pramudya downed the alcoholic drink like drinking mineral water.

"Where is the girl?" pramudya asked, his hands along the edge of the table, looking for the bottle of wine he had placed.

Bayu sighed, resisting the urge to hit his best friend's head with a bottle of wine. If you miss just going, why ask the same question repeatedly.

"She was in her room, Lisa and Ruth were accompanying her," Bayu replied with half-closed eyes. He felt very dizzy and sleepy.

"If you miss him so much, go see him" he added in annoyance.

“Hm.” Pramudya just muttered indistinctly.

He called Lisa and Ruth to accompany Freya. He knew Lisa was his wife's only good friend in the office. The girl also seems to like Ruth quite a bit, so she asks them to come.

For some reason, Pramudya did not want Freya to feel lonely because she could not accompany him tonight. It's nothing, but their relationship is very clear just a black agreement on white. They are unlikely to live together in a room specially prepared for the newlyweds.

Bayu brushed off the hand of Pramudya who was still looking for bottles of wine that he had thrown into the trash.

The reception was completed six hours ago. The guests have gone home. Even Old Man and Tommy Antasena have returned to the family residence. It was supposed to be a newlyweds night, but Pramudya instead booked another room and took her for a drink. As a warning to give up single life, so he said when Bayu tried desperately to reject the invitation.

Then, here they are now, engaged in an absurd conversation with a dwindling consciousness.

"Pramudya, motherfucker. I can't drink anymore. Are you trying to kill me slowly?" oceh Bayu when he saw Pramudya take another bottle of wine from the table. His crazy best friend ordered almost all the best wine from the hotel.

"That's noisy. If I die, I will have a luxurious funeral for you" Pramudya said casually.

In addition to his reddened face and earlobes, his facial expression was still as calm as ever. He sat on the sofa, opened the wine and poured it in a glass. He shook the glass slowly, inhaled the aroma of well fermented wine, then sipped the drink with his eyes closed.

It felt so good .. for a long time he did not relax and enjoy wine like this.

“What's wrong with you? Why is it so weird?” ask Bayu seriously.

He never saw Pramudya as he is today, even when Tommy upset him half to death, or when his father died in a car accident, Pramudya never showed this kind of strange attitude and behavior.

"Do you think I'm selfish?" The man suddenly asked back.

"It looks like you're getting drunk, take a break. I accompany you here until morning.”

"Viln ...." Bayu began to feel impatient to see the behavior of his best friend. "You should have thought about it from the beginning. Already at this stage, you just asked like this. Isn't it too late? What are you going to do? Divorce tomorrow? Never mind. Mr. Brata has informed, tomorrow the transfer of shares and ownership can be done. You just prepare the wedding file as one of the conditions.”

Pramudya sighed softly. All Bayu's words are true. He can't argue with it. But, there was still a lingering feeling in his heart. A feeling that makes him feel claustrophobic without him knowing why.

"The man ... Yoga Pratama, he's not coming today?"

"What's? Whatchu mean?" Bayu looked up, looking at Pramudya with a questionable and confused look. Bayu's forehead creased deeply, a second later, a loud laughter blared from the man's mouth.

"Shut your mouth!" Pramudya snorted annoyed.

"Oh, my goodness. You worried about this all night? Why not ask him directly since then? Damn ... you should have asked me earlier so that we can both rest in peace" Bayu said in between his laughter.

He wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes from laughing too loudly, then said, "He's coming, but our men are blocking him from the entrance gate. He didn't wince, but might now still be waiting outside. Maybe she was feeling down because she thought she was spending the first night with her husband. Who knew if the newlyweds slept separately? Each sleeps in a different room.”

"Shut up!" Pramudya glared at Bayu sadistically, but his best friend did not look afraid at all. The delinquent actually smiled wider, as if very satisfied to see him suffer.

"But I see, Yoga fits Miss Freya better. They are childhood best friends, usually the feelings that are intertwined quite strongly. Maybe after divorcing you later, she'll go back into the arms of her childhood sweetheart. I don't think that's bad either. After all, you even slept separately since the first night, should Yoga still be able to receive it.” The wood deliberately doused gasoline into the fire.

Let his best friend burn until it becomes charcoal! Ha! Who told you to be so stubborn and arrogant. Feel it!

"Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch!" Pramudya swung his hand towards Bayu with annoyance, of course missed because Bayu had jumped away.

"Because I answered, go to bed. I'm gonna sleep a little bit too."

"What kind of answer is that, damn it," said Pramudya, "You're making me even more sleepless."

"Never doubt your feelings and instincts. Because you are married, live your life happily. If it's appropriate, get rid of the damn deal. If it doesn't fit well, there are still plenty of other pretty girls."

Bayu walked up to Pramudya, then grabbed his best friend's shoulder and said, "I'm happy for you. Happy single time, Brother ... Whether it's Miss Freya or any woman who will be lucky enough to be with you, I wish you could be happy forever ...."

Pramudya was silent and said nothing, but silently in his heart, he hoped that the prayer would come true ....

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Pak Pram again upset 🥲