My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Frogs Badly Fruited

After helping to wipe Mr. Pram, Freya rushed out and contacted Bayu. She asked the man to come to the bridal room and accompany her husband.

Bayu cursed and scolded Pramudya not knowing himself. He had to spend the night with his best friend in a room decorated with so many flower arrangements.

Do not remind about the hundreds of flower petals scattered on the bed and the aroma of therapy that makes the atmosphere more romantic. It did not matter if the room was occupied by the women.

However, when two well-built and muscular men slept in it—one was drunk, and the other half was drunk—then it felt very disgusting. He felt like he was selling himself with a man who was not straight to earn money.

Ignoring Bayu who was still busy cursing, Freya went to the room that had been used by Pramudya and Bayu. The room was located directly across from the bridal room. Freya looked at the door with an expression of disbelief. Why did her husband rent a room in front of their bridal room and invite Pak Bayu to get drunk there? Isn't this a little suspicious?

Freya shook her head violently and used the key given by Bayu to open the door. Ruth and Lisa immediately greeted her as she stepped in.

“How? Why are you here?” ask them both in unison.

Freya rolled her eyes in annoyance. What how is it? These two unreliable friends were expecting him to sleep with a drunk man? What a heartless man!

He was too lazy to take care of them both. Without saying anything, he walked towards the master room, closed the door right in front of the two traitors' noses and locked it before they could react.

Feel it! Who told you to be unfaithful, man? Huh!

“Freya! Open door! Why are you locking me out? Where should I sleep?”

Freya ignored Lisa's scream and went to the bathroom. Where to sleep, whatever you want. After all, this VVIP room has more than one bedroom. He knew because the model was the same as the room used as the bridal room.

There is one smaller room with a single bed across from the larger main room. There is also a long sofa in the living room. They can decide who will sleep in the side room and who will sleep on the sofa. Or do they want to sleep together, whatever it is.

Fortunately, Lisa's voice was no longer heard. Maybe Ruth reminded him not to be noisy so he ended up being quiet. Good though. It turned out that Ruth was very helpful and understanding in this kind of situation. Freya was actually considering asking for a raise for the waitress she already considered a friend of hers.

Freya then kept her phone on the table and lay on the mattress very comfortably. He stretched the muscles in his body that felt sore and stiff. Standing and being on display all day was exhausting.

He tried to close his eyes and rest, but Pramudya's words continued to echo within his eardrums. He was sure that there were many sentences that Pramudya had spoken, but only this one sentence was remembered by him.

“Can't I like you?”

Suddenly he could no longer sleep. All his drowsiness just vanished from thinking about the answer to this question.

From the position that was originally on her back, Freya tilted her body while hugging the bolster pillow. Soon, he lay on his stomach and stuffed his mouth with a roll of bed cover that had been squeezed first.

Damnit. Why did the man have to say such ambiguous words to her?

Is all that important?

Whether all the words were truth revealed from the bottom of his heart, or just a mere pretence, just like their marital status.

Freya rolled over and almost fell out of bed. It was fortunate that his hand reached and gripped the middle of the mattress quickly before his body completely fell.

He crawled and sat down on the head of the bed. Her hair was disheveled and her lips pursed in annoyance. Why was her heart suddenly upset just because of an original question posed by her contract husband? What does it matter to care?

However, despite having tried to continue to be indifferent, his little heart kept wondering, why Pramudya could like it?

She's not very pretty. Her skin wasn't even as clear as Kikan's secretary.

He knew Mr. Pram would often be surrounded by the daughter of his business partner who wanted to chase him to the top of the bed. Or the models and actresses who are willing to do anything for the sake of a rich and handsome man like Mr. Pram.

The appearance of those rich women, was definitely like the earth and sky when compared to her. Those women must have looked like a clear stream of water. If juxtaposed with him, he was just like a mound of mudslides, dirty and muddy.

Is Mr Pram too bored with that type of woman and want to try a new one? Ugly and stupid like me.

Freya grew even more sullen thinking about the possible answer. He felt that he was only an object of boredom of an obnoxious rich man.

Or, could it be that the rich and domineering man had unique tastes?

Perhaps her husband had gotten used to seeing things so beautiful that when a little frog jumped in front of her, she would consider the frog very beautiful and wanted to have it for a moment. So he caught the ugly frog and kept it in a golden box for six months.

Yeah, it seems like it is. That's another reason that makes the most sense. That is also if his words can be trusted. If he was just delirious about being drunk, then ....

“Remember who you really are, ugly frog. Six months later, you will be thrown back into the mud.” Freya muttered softly to herself.

His voice sounded calm and clear, but the tone of disdain he threw to himself made people feel hurt when they heard it.

Freya again lay on the mattress, pulling the bed cover to cover her entire body, from the tip of the hair to the tip of the head, no gaps were visible.

“Hm. It should be in a place like this where you are. Dark and gloomy. No one ... have no one .. never forget that ...”

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