My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Make peace

Pramudya already wanted to give an excuse to his grandfather and refused the gift, but Freya pressed the back of her hand on the table and shook her head softly.

Can't make Grandpa disappointed.

“Alright, Cake. Thank you for your attention, Grandpa. We will leave tomorrow morning,” said Freya with a bare face. It was not difficult to pretend to be happy in front of that kind and loving old man.

Old Man almost clapped his hands for being too happy. Real nice. Very nice! It was not wrong that he greatly spoiled his understanding granddaughter-in-law!

Pramudya stared at the delicate hand that was attached to the back of his hand. He didn't blink. It felt like thousands of ants were creeping from there, marching like an army of soldiers going to war, creeping in the arms, pounding the war drums so hard that his heart lost its rhythm.

This feeling ....

Freya followed the direction of Mr. Pram's view. Her palms only covered half the back of her husband's hands. Somehow his face felt a little hot and there was a strange spike that made his stomach feel amused. He wanted to pull his hand, but Grandpa was still watching. Now how should it be?

The grin on the face of the Old Man is getting wider. It seemed that his presence in that place would only be disturbing. In addition, what he wanted to say was done. No need to linger anymore.

“Grandfather won't bother you anymore. You better go back to the room and prepare whatever is needed for the trip tomorrow,” said the Old Man as he got up from the chair.

Pramudya and Freya both find their common sense back. The two looked at Old Man who had been by the door in an instant.

The sound of Old Man's happy laughter was still heard from behind the closed door. Freya exhaled a sigh of relief and withdrew her hand.

This scene is more thrilling than fighting with market thugs who like to carve butchers and greengrocers.

Though he once stuck to the arm of Mr. Pram and joined hands with friendly—although just pretending. He was also treated by the man when he was doused in hot tea by Carissa.

They had also faced each other at a very close distance when the man was drunk. They even kissed! But mostly she always felt emotional and wanted to beat her husband, never feeling shy and nervous like now. I feel like I'm in a hurry to escape.

Freya got up from the chair without daring to look at her husband's face. “I ... I'll—“

“Freya, forgive me.” The guard held Freya's hand carefully. He didn't want the girl to think no-no and get angry again.

Freya glanced at Mr. Pram's hand that touched her wrist. A strange taste went back around in circles inside his stomach and made him feel a bit of heartburn.

Pramudya looked at Freya's face.

Freya looked at Pramudya's hand that was still attached to her hand.

The two were silent in such a position for a while, until Freya finally pulled her hand slowly.

“I didn't mean to leave you like that. I just ... I ..” Pramudya was having trouble. How do I explain to this girl how she feels if she doesn't understand what she's feeling?

Besides, he never explained himself to anyone. What he feels, what he thinks, pain .. anger .. disappointment .. hate ... since childhood everything is always borne alone. That made him not know how to communicate properly, especially with the opposite sex as it is today.

Finally he could only exhale slowly and say, “Sorry ... Next time I won't be so anymore.”

Freya finally ventured to look at Pramudya. He saw that there was a glimmer of sincerity and sincerity emanating in his eyes that were as dark as night. All of his slight lingering resentment towards the man had finally completely disappeared. If her anger had subsided because of Grandpa, this time because she knew her husband was truly apologizing sincerely.

“I'm also sorry .. My emotions are explosive. It's a bad habit that's very hard to change. Whenever I get angry I will be very impulsive, saying cruel and heartless things. Sorry,” said Freya.

Pramudya tries to smile even though he is not sure his smile already looks much better than the last time he practiced or not.

“I will assume this means the request split earlier only because of explosive emotions and impulsivity,” he said while raising eyebrows.

Freya's face warmed up again. What kind of question is this?

“I'll also assume you ran away, not left me. It was no different from being impulsive,” replied as he raised his chin arrogantly.

Pramudya could not help himself and laughed.

Looky.

It seemed like this was one of the reasons why he was attracted to this silly girl. Being near his wife makes him able to feel a variety of emotions that were once very foreign to him. He can laugh easily. Losing self-control in the blink of an eye. Angry about trivial things. Even fascinated because of the little things this girl did or said.

“I'll assume I'm talking to a child and won't count too much with you.” Pramudya retorted after his laughter subsided.

Instantly the smirk of arrogance on Freya's face disappeared. He will reply with a more spicy sentence, but Pramudya first interrupts his intention.

“Because there's Grandpa, tonight we have to sleep in the room. You go straight to my room. I'll ask the waiter to secretly pick up the nightgown in your room without Grandpa's knowledge.”

Bedroom.

The two words were like a spell that nailed Freya's body.

Damnit. Should he just pretend to be angry? That way they don't have to sleep together.

As if you can read the contents of Freya's head that began to craze, Pramudya said, “Just relax, I will sleep in a chair and will not bother you.”

Freya rolled her eyeballs. That's not what he's worried about right now. This rumbling and indistinct feeling swayed within his chest .. how could he sleep so quietly? Especially if you have to room with Mr Pram?

But how else. He has no other choice. Finally can only sigh resignedly, “Alright ...”

Pramudya nodded in satisfaction. He got up and took Freya by the hand, then took her out of her study.

He promised not to run away again. As for his heart that was losing rhythm when he got close to his little wife, he would not try to resist or refuse her again.

What will happen will happen .. when the time comes, he is determined to fight for what should be his to stay beside him.

Next to him, Freya walked with distorted thoughts. He did not understand, every time he wanted to escape from Mr. Pram, in the end he actually took one step closer to the man. If it continues like this then the possibility at the end of the contract period is no longer the distance between them.

That means ....

Freya tightened her fist.

She was determined to stay away from this dangerous man.

They agreed to live each other's lives.

They agreed not to disturb each other.

He promised not to fall again.

But in the end they still continue to be entangled with each other ....

Should he prepare to fall a second time?

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cieee, who smiles to herself ....

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