My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Let's Live Well

The couple sat quietly and faced each other for a while. Freya tried to rearrange her heart and feelings that had carried the atmosphere and became melancholic. He felt a little embarrassed for almost crying in front of Mr. Pram.

Meanwhile, across the table, Pramudya scaled as he twirled the pen in his hand. The contents of his head are a mess.

He did not know where to begin to reply to all the words of the girl before him. He is not good at expressing feelings. To him, feelings were nothing but important. After all, human feelings are too volatile.

Even so, to be honest he was a little unexpected behind his stubbornness and sometimes annoying behavior, this silly girl could speak seriously. At such a young age, her courage to speak honestly and express her feelings out loud deserves praise.

Unfortunately, he can't do the same. Especially since he himself could not understand the feeling inside his chest at this moment. How can he ask others to understand if he himself is not sure what he feels.

In the end he just opened his mouth and asked, “Have he spoken?”

Freya seemed to be pondering for a moment. Should he talk about the conversation on their first night? I think he has talked too much. Fear Mr. Pram will be upset and kick him out.

“Tell me, what else do you want to talk about,” Pramudya said when he saw doubt on his wife's face.

“Eng .. that, sir, about what you said on our wedding night, I'll assume it was just your original words because you were drunk. I will not put it in my heart. Regarding what I said about the cost of the kiss, I hope you also do not take it seriously. So, let's go through this marriage well and end it well, lest anyone get hurt. I promise I will not make you ashamed or lose face in front of others.”

Once again Pramudya was stunned. During his life, everyone always tried to please him for profit. No one had ever drawn the line so clearly like this girl.

For the first time, there was a foreign feeling constantly churning inside his chest. A kind of feeling of dislike mixed with complex emotions, accumulates and gnaws it from within making it confused and uncomfortable. However, he tightened his fist, suppressing all those feelings from sticking to the surface.

Not to be taken seriously, yes, already. Who would force.

His facial expression looked flat and cold as he looked at Freya while asking, “There again?”

Freya shook her head slowly. Everything he wanted to say was said. The matter of how Mr. Pram would respond to him, it was already beyond his control.

“Alright then. Since you have explained it, I will not forbid you from meeting any man again, just so as not to be caught by Grandpa or done in a public place, it doesn't matter that you want to be in a relationship with anyone. Nor will I hug or kiss with origin. Is this enough?” ask Pramudya.

Freya tried to smile. “Ya, thank you, Mr.”

Pramudya sighed, pinched his eyebrows and said, “Stop calling me ‘Pak’. You're giving me a headache. Go.”

“Em .. good, Pram. Thank you.” Freya got up from the chair with a relieved feeling. Since everything is clear, now he lives to take care of the misunderstanding between himself and Doni, also Yoga ....

He walked towards the door with light steps, not realizing that the feeling of someone behind him had become heavy.

A gloomy aura gathered above Pramudya's head when he saw Freya's back disappear behind the door.

The black cloud clumps gathered more and more, it even looked like it would produce lightning that was ready to strike at any moment.

Pramudya turned his body and faced the glass in the bookcase, staring at the reflection of his face there.

That ... er, his face does look like he wants to collect a debt. So stiff.

Slowly he drew his lip line so that a smile was formed.

Damnit.

So ugly.

Pramudya. He cleared his throat and corrected his sitting position. Bayu said, he should smile more, but his smile was more like the grin of a cihuahua dog.

Forgetit!

He twisted his body and went back to inspect the reports that were piling up on the table. There are a lot of documents that he has to sign. Everything must be checked again sheet by sheet carefully. One mistake alone can make him lose at least hundreds of millions of rupiah.

But unfortunately after sitting for a while and trying to concentrate on completing the work, his mind was only centered on the word “tampan” uttered by his wife earlier. Although there were many other very annoying sentences spoken by the girl, but somehow the praise that sounded quite sincere was a little tickling her heart.

He glanced at his desk drawer, silent for a while before pulling it open and taking out the glasses box from inside. It was a therapeutic pair of glasses that he only wore if his eyes started to feel tired. How could the silly girl say she looked warm and handsome when wearing it?

Slightly hesitating, Pramudya took out the black-framed glasses from the box and put them on. Then, he turned to face the bookcase and tried once more to smile.

The result ... is still ugly!

From where is handsome?

Was the girl intentionally playing tricks on him?

Goddamnit!

Fuck all this!

Pramudya slammed a pile of documents on the table and went back to work. Why should his heart be turned upside down just the words of a snot girl?

Indeed, he should not let feelings get involved in this business. Just like the girl said, live it and end it well, lest anyone get hurt by feelings.

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