My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Who Do You Like?

Looking at Pramudya who was not angry and just according to his feet on the sofa, Freya's shoulders fell down. He was ready to fight to the death if the man insisted on attacking him.

But now, seeing his miserable condition, he inevitably felt pity. He searched every drawer and cupboard in the room to find the medicine box. Fortunately, he soon found it in the bottom drawer of the sink.

With a slow step, he approached Pramudya and knelt on the floor. Without saying anything he put away Pramudya's hand and rolled up his trouser leg.

Pramudya according, do not behave anymore. His eyes kept watching the pair of tiny hands that were carefully rolling up his pants.

This silly girl turned out to be considerate as well ....

A dark blue circle was clearly imprinted on Pramudya's shins. There were deep red spots around the circle. Freya looked up, looking at Pramudya with her watery eyes.

“Sorry, I didn't mean it like this ..” he said slowly. Carefully he applied the ointment to remove the bruise, then lowered the trousers roll and smoothed it out as before.

There was a smile floating under Pramudya's eyelids, but it didn't reach his lips. He held that smile to himself.

"You know, if I get hurt, all the benefits you'll get from this marriage can be forfeited. You don't feel sorry?”

Freya nodded sadly. Was he supposed to let this bastard kiss him? Anyway, just a kiss. They've done it once. No problem adding it to two or three more times. Maybe he just needs to ask for extra fees.

“I'm sorry .. next time you kiss me, I won't hit you, but it costs 200 million every one kiss!” Freya exclaimed in annoyance.

Her lips are still plain and holy, okay? This man could just carelessly kiss her at will!

Freya hoped that by saying that, this perverted man would think hundreds of times before kissing her again.

However, who would have thought after hearing that remark, Pramudya's response was to laugh out loud. The man laughed until his eyes narrowed. Freya thought the man was laughing and mocking her, but the reply coming out of the man's mouth almost made her choke.

“OK, next time I'll pay after kissing you. Does this include a deal?” His pair of Pramudya eyes shone like stars.

Freya woke up while watching Pramudya's movements carefully.

This guy, who got kicked was his leg, why his brain is in trouble.

What does it mean to reply with such a speech? He still wants to kiss me again in the future?

Not shameless! Is this guy used to paying women to touch?

Freya shuddered in horror. Rich people are too lazy. Two hundred million for one kiss, and he just agreed to it? Not afraid of bankruptcy? How much money? Or maybe he was just bragging?

Hm. It must be because he was drunk.

Freya was too lazy to serve her husband again.

Pramudya looked at his wife's expression and could guess inwardly what her little wife was thinking.

“You're pretty funny, you know that? Looks like Bayu is right .. I do like you a little. Don't ge'er. Just slightly. Maybe 0.01 percent" he said with a face filled with smiles. It was the most sincere smile he had ever shown to others.

"A .. ap ... what?"

Freya stutters. He stared at Pramudya Antasena's face with a look of disbelief. That guy must be joking. He was drunk, so he just spoke.

"You .. um, you must be kidding me" Freya said, taking two steps back.

"No. Why am I kidding you? Wh why? Can't I like you? Do you like someone? Who her? Pratama Yoga?"

God, why does this guy's way of talking sound like a possessive girlfriend?

Freya flicked her left hand in front of her face. Suddenly the air in the room felt stuffy and hot, even though there were only the two of them in there.

Freya was eager to reply to Pramudya by saying that there was still Miss Carissa who loved and expected it, but what came out of her mouth was an unclear mutter. He did not want to provoke the man so he pressed down and kissed him again.

"Say, who do you like?" urge Pram.

"Nothing." Freya answered briefly, then turned around and went back to where the medicine was.

"Do you like me?" pramudya asked after the girl returned.

Freya stopped walking. He stood about three meters in front of Pramudya, looking straight at the man's face and not reacting for a long time.

“Why? Is that question too difficult?” ask Pramudya again.

“... ah!” Freya gave a surprised shriek as Pramudya pounced towards her quickly. He did not even get to see how the man jumped up from the couch.

His body was pressed once again on the wall. He had yet to recover from his shock, Pramudya's tall and large body had been leaning on his shoulder.

He glared, but did not dare to act recklessly anymore, only being able to hold his breath in the face of this delinquent.

“Freya ..” Pramudya muttered near Freya's ears.

The hot air from Pramudya's breath tickled his neck and ears. Freya scowled and tried to drive the huge giant off her shoulders, but the man did not budge.

“Freya ..”

“Eng.”

Freya stood still and waited for what Pramudya would say, but she only heard the man's breathing sound which gradually became regular in his ears.

What the hell is he doing? Sleeping on my shoulder?

“Pram?” Freya called out while patting Pramudya's arm slowly.

There's no answer.

“Pramudya.” Freya called out once more.

Damnit. This call is so awkward. Their age was 8, but this shameless man forced her to call him just like they were the same age. Huh. It's a thick-faced base.

Pramudya who was being scolded in the heart by Freya still did not give a reaction. His head felt spinning, growing and shrinking rapidly. He could hear someone calling his name from a distance, but he could not respond at all. It felt like almost all of his strength was being absorbed.

“Pramudya Antasena!” This time Freya shouted furiously. The entire body weight of the man had moved to his shoulders and chest.

Sassy!

She wanted to push the body of her selfless husband and let him fall to the floor, but in the end her conscience won, she felt unbearable.

Gritting her teeth, Freya pushed her husband's body slightly away, then caught his arm before he fell. Using all her strength, Freya dragged the man into the bed and dropped him on the bed.

“Bede*bah!” his curse while lifting both feet Pramudya to go up to the mattress.

He took off Pramudya's shoes and socks, loosened his tie, then painstakingly removed his suit.

God fucking. This man was really drunk to the point of being unconscious. Maybe if there are bad people who come and kidnap him, he will not realize.

Freya went to the bathroom, wetted a small towel and brought it to the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, was silent for a while and fought inwardly.

Why would he want to clean the man's body? Why play the role of a good wife?

"Suckers. Think of it as compensation for the money I got."

Freya clenched her jaws, strengthened her resolve and advanced a little ... bowed down.. carefully removed the Pramudya shirt buttons. He used a wet towel to wash Pramudya's face very slowly, down to his sweaty neck ....

His eyes were fixed on the protruding jakun, then down. There was no fat on his stomach. Everything is tight and tight. Very nice to see.

Freya licked her lips involuntarily.

Damnit. This man was too handsome and perfect until it felt unreasonable.

It is not hard to like this husband. Unfortunately ....

Freya put all the dirty thoughts in her head, then back buttoned her Pramudya shirt quickly. He was afraid that something indecent would happen that night, and he was the main culprit.

Hishis.

Very scary.

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