My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Bali, Island of the Gods

When she arrived at Ngurah Rai international airport, Lisa almost jumped up and cheered in excitement. This was the most distant first holiday of his life. This was also the first time he had ever been on a plane. In his lifetime, he only ever went Ragunan once, it was during his field trip when SD. He took the bus with his classmates.

A cheap second holiday is to go to Monas on a copaja ride, crammed with passengers in a narrow and completely uncomfortable public vehicle. But this time, he boarded a business-class plane, even going to stay in a five-star villa! He had never felt this enthusiastic before.

“You happy?” freya's God beside Lisa. They're walking to the door to the outside. Mr. Pram has arranged for people to help bring their belongings first so that they can walk freely.

Lisa nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He was really happy. He felt like he was the one who was going on his honeymoon. His heart was pounding from being too excited.

“Thank you. Because of you, I can enjoy all these luxurious facilities,” Lisa said in earnest. He was truly grateful to Freya.

“Hm. Thank you to Grandpa. He prepared all this ... for the sake of getting the great-grandson ...” Freya's voice turned even more slowly. He felt guilty for Grandpa. He had conspired with Mr. Pram to deceive the kind old man.

“Ehm. If I don't remember wrongly, you're the one who should thank Old Man. The one who bought me the ticket was Mr. Boss, it was because he wanted me to accompany you. Then of course I have to thank you.”

“Ya ... yes .. yes ... it's up to you.” Freya didn't want to argue anymore. They were almost at the exit. He was happy because this time there were no bodyguards following wherever they went.

Freya felt freer because no one should have recognized them. In addition, there is no Old Man who must be lied to so he does not need to act friendly with Mr. Pram. Looks like this holiday will be quite fun.

About five meters in front of them, Pak Pram walked side by side with Pak Bayu. No matter what they were talking about, their voices were not heard. However, their aura and good looks caught the attention of some foreign tourists who passed by.

“Take care of your husband, lest he smitten a foreign bule girl,” Lisa whispered while giggling amusedly imagining Mr. Pram running away with foreign tourists.

Freya sneered and snapped at Lisa's head.

“Your imagination is too wild. Why not become a romantic novel writer?” insinuations.

Lisa wettest. He wanted to be a writer, but there was no time to fulfill his wish. Maybe someday, when the money has been collected a lot and he does not need to work hard, he will relax every afternoon in front of a yard filled with clumps of roses and orchids, he said, poured all the crazy ideas in his head while occasionally sipping warm tea and his favorite snacks.

“When I became a writer, the first story I would make is your love story with Mr. Pram.”

“Omong empty! What love story?” Freya gave a whimper, pretending to be angry to cover up the tremors in her soaring, irregular heart.

He did not dare to dream of having a love story with Mr. Pram. Although in the end he might actually fall in love with the man, he really did not dare to think about having a special relationship with him.

Lisa snickered hard enough that it caught the attention of the two men walking in front. Pramudya and Bayu turned their heads together, making Lisa hurriedly cover her mouth with her hands.

So embarassing!

“Feel!” Freya held back a laugh and teased Lisa, making her friend glare at her in annoyance.

A driver greeted them near the exit, opened the car door and invited them in. Pramudya and Bayu sat in the middle, while Lisa and Freya sat in the back seat.

Being able to enjoy luxurious facilities like this is worth being grateful for. Even if he was asked to sleep in the car and did not have to stay in the villa he was willing. The seat is very soft and comfortable. He felt no shock at all when the car drove out of the airport.

Because of being in one car with Mr. Pram, Lisa did not act much along the way. He looked out the window and looked at the road they were walking on. While at his side, Freya pulled out the phone and checked if there were any incoming messages.

Unfortunately there's nothing there.

Yoga does not return the message anymore.

Freya felt a little uneasy. Is Yoga angry because he broke his promise?

But why should he be angry?

They have no relationship whatsoever.

Well, he must admit he was wrong for forgetting his promise and not telling the man. But ....

Aish, stop. If you want to be angry, yes, just be angry. What care?

Freya put her phone back in her pants pocket. When he looked up, his eyes met with the eyes of Mr. Pram who was watching him from the mirror on the dashboard. He was silent and silent. Has Mr Pram been watching him since?

That pair of calm and sharp eyes hit his heart, making those strange thunders come again. Freya felt her stomach as if it was being stirred and made her feel a little nauseous. It was not nausea like wanting to vomit, but more like a feeling of uneasiness and anxiety that made him uneasy.

Freya first turned her eyes nervously.

This kind of feeling .. It used to be that only Yoga could make her feel this way.

Pimply.

Really urgent.

***

uhuk, who had dared to steal a glance...

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