My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Happiest

“I should ask, you why are you dressed like that?” Freya asked back and looked at Pramudya strangely.

Where's anybody going to the beach wearing a shirt and work pants? It is still complete with expensive leather shoes.

At a glance everyone turned to Pramudya.

Freya's words are right. Pramudya's appearance does not fit the place, but unfortunately they have to admit that he does not look strange even with such an appearance. It seemed like whatever he was wearing felt appropriate and fitting.

Pramudya himself lowered his head and observed his clothes. He has not changed clothes yet. He was looking for Bayu to ask about their plans that day, but his best friend dragged him here.

Freya raised an eyebrow and waited for an answer.

Pramudya looked up and saw a pair of clear round eyes that seemed to be mocking him.

Yep. Once again he had lost control and violated their agreement: he should not interfere in each other's personal affairs.

Although this time their trip is in order “honeymoon”, but he has absolutely no right to comment on anything done by the girl.

But ... he was not willing ....

“I don't want everyone to see you dressed like this.”

Bayu almost tripped, even though he was just standing still. It seems like his best friend is possessed. He had never heard Pramudya say these kinds of things to women.

Lisa took two steps back. It seems like a good time to escape. It should be that Mr. Pram and Mr. Bayu will not be aware of his departure.

Freya looked up for a moment. He didn't hear wrong, did he? Did Mr Pram just indirectly say he did not want to dress openly in public?

But this is the beach ...

What's wrong with casual pants and short-sleeved shirts?

“Can you exchange it for another?” pramudya asked again before Freya responded to his earlier remark.

His voice sounded hoarse and unstable. He hardly recognized his own voice which was always firm and did not hesitate. But this time he was really nervous. What if the girl in front of him refused and was angry again because she felt she was too involved?

Lisa had already half-run away when her Big Boss said that line. He doesn't want to get involved in whatever's going on back there. It is better to go back to the room and pick up a cardigan. His heart almost dislodged when Pak Bayu glared at him like that earlier.

Bayu looked back, looking at the chatty girl who always ran away quickly when faced with problems. He shook his head and smiled. Basic coward. It seemed like he needed to teach the girl to be a little braver.

He turned around and went after the scared girl. Let this couple solve their own problems.

The sea breeze flew Freya's hair child in all directions, covering half of her face and neck. He raised his hand and tidied his hair, slipping it behind his ear.

He's very nervous. His brain suddenly could not cooperate.

Got to answer what?

Seeing Freya who was just silent and not staring at him, Pramudya sighed softly. He was already lucky enough that this girl did not explode and was furious at being reprimanded by him.

He stiffened his hair and said, “Have it. Forgetit. Sorry I've—“

“I'll go change. You better be too. Find comfortable clothes. After that we went for a walk together. Okay?” After saying that spate of sentences, Freya fled quickly.

His feet stumbled a little on the sand, making him pray in his heart not to fall because he was too nervous. That would be really embarrassing.

Pramudya was stunned, standing still in his place until the figure of his little wife disappeared from his sight.

What did he say just now?

Looking for comfortable clothes?

Does his wife's shirt show him any concern?

Unconsciously the corners of his lips lifted up, forming a light thin grin .. as light as the clouds that were marching in the sky .. as light as the feeling inside his chest that was bursting with joy as it came suddenly.

This is how it feels to be noticed ....

It was warm and sweet, making the pounding sound of his heart beat the pounding waves by the beach, coming in streaks and scraping the sturdy coral, breaking it into soft white sand grains.

With a face still filled with smiles, Pramudya walked back to the villa.

It felt like he wanted to fly back to Jakarta, hug his Grandfather tightly and thank him thousands of times. If it wasn't for Grandpa, maybe until now he was still in a cold war with Freya. Maybe the girl will get further away from him, instead of showing such attention.

Hm.

Actually other than Grandpa, he still had to thank Bayu. A crash course for a few days with his best friend turned out to be quite helpful. Little by little he learned his own emotions and cultivated them well before manifesting them outwardly.

Patience.

Breathe in.

Look him in the eye.

Tell me what you feel.

Say it softly.

Tell me why you object or disagree.

Say it clearly.

The result ... for the first time he felt real happiness. A simple happiness. Happy to be noticed by someone who is also cared for by him.

He promised in his heart, at the end of the year he will give a triple bonus to Bayu. His best friend really worked hard.

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