My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

That's called Jealousy

Bayu welcomes Pramudya in front of the door of their room. Seeing the grin on his best friend's face, he couldn't help but laugh.

“See it looks like your relationship is getting better. If this looks like Old Man really will soon get a great-grandchild,” he said in a loud enough voice.

Pramudya drew all his praise for Bayu earlier and hissed in anger. “Close your mouth!”

He looked to the side, looking at the door of the next room that was tightly closed.

Fortunately, the two girls were not there.

Otherwise, it will be put where his face is if the two girls across hear Bayu's reckless speech just now. He could have been mistaken for a perverted man by the two girls.

From now on he has to take good care of his image.

Pramudya pulls Bayu's collar and drags him into the room. Fortunately, it was a room that was booked later, there are no scattered flower petals and candles aroma therapy that makes people can misunderstand because the ones inhabiting the room are two adult men.

“Stop saying nonsense about Grandpa wants to have a great-grandson.” Pramudya growled in a low tone.

“Hei, relax, Bro.” Bayu pushed Pramudya's hand which was still clinging to his collar and took two steps back.

“I'm just kidding. Why are you so tense?” ask her in wonder. Usually Pramudya will not give any reaction even if he acts silly and annoying.

The priest raised both his hands in the air, restored his hair and went to sit on the sofa.

“Sorry .. I just don't want the girl to misunderstand me and think I brought her to this place with a certain purpose,” she explained, still in a low voice, almost resembling a whisper.

“What?” Bayu lowered his head and walked closer towards Pramudya.

“Say once again,” the door while pointing the earlobe near Pramudya's face.

“Exit!” Pramudya punched Bayu's shoulder in annoyance. Why should he have such an absurd friend?

Bayu puffed and rubbed his shoulders, but instead of moving away, he slipped himself between the arm of the sofa and Pramudya.

“What do you do?” Pramudya began to emotion. There were so many seats, why would it be crowded by his side?

“Now you start to consider what your wife thinks of you?” bayu asked, ignoring the intimidating look capable of killing her.

Pramudya snorted and got up from the sofa. It felt like they were making out when they spoke at such a close distance.

He moved to the sofa across the table while sneering, “Absolutely I should consider whose thoughts? You?”

Bayu ignores the cruel insinuations thrown at him. He laughed and patted his thighs hard. Finally there was a slight change after he almost felt desperate teaching the ice block how to work out the right way.

“Pramudya, are you aware of it? You changed completely because of your wife. You are like this .. I never even imagined you will be confused just because of fear of a girl will misunderstand,” Bayu said after his laughter subsided.

Pramudya wants to scold Bayu, but he knows his best friend's words are true. He himself could hardly believe that he would consider important what his wife thought of him.

Looking at Pramudya's disheveled look, Bayu felt very happy. Finally there was a time when a Pramudya Antasena was completely helpless and unable to reply to his words. Maybe he should go out and thank Freya. The girl really brought a big change to Pramudya.

Fortunately, in this case the change that occurs is a positive change. He is very happy because Pramudya has been able to accept what is thought and felt by others, not just based on his point of view.

“Continue grinning like that until it gets stupid.” Pramudya grumbled annoyed. Bayu looks very happy with himself who can not dwell.

Bayu waved both of his hands in front of his chest.

“No, Pramudya, you misunderstood. I'm so happy to see you like this. Seeing you constantly upset because your wife was approached by Yoga Pratama. Seeing you who's not willing to share your wife's beauty with another man. Is there any other feeling besides not being willing?” ask her by putting on an expression of interest.

Pramudya. Why does she feel like she is in a counseling session? Bayu only needs to hold paper and pen, then the situation is 99 percent similar.

“Quickly say, what other feeling do you feel when you think your wife will be adjacent to Yoga Pratama, or when her beauty will be seen by other men?” insist Bayu.

He admitted that Pramudya's academic excellence is not in doubt, but in terms of emotional intelligence, his best friend is still the same as a five-year-old boy who needs to be given guidance.

Pramudya Pupil moves irregularly. Actually, he feels uncomfortable if he has to discuss what he feels to others. But in this case, Bayu was no one else to him.

In addition, he also knew all Bayu did was for his own good. The proof with several times “therapy” sessions like this, the relationship with Freya became a little better.

Finally he cleared his throat a few times, straightened his back and crossed his legs before saying, “I'm upset. I was very upset to imagine that she would return to Yoga Pratama, or to think that she would be seen by another man because of her open dress. Why is that?”

Bayu sighed and put on a slightly exaggerated expression of helplessness. He then shook his head slowly like a doctor who had just come out of the operating room and would give bad news to the patient's family.

“Pramudya Antasena, in the dictionary of normal humans, it is called jealousy,” said Bayu still while continuing to shake his head, as if giving an additional sentence to Pramudya that he was no longer helped.

“Jealous?” Pramudya looked suspiciously at Bayu. His best friend wasn't playing with him, was he?

Bayu nodded quickly. “It was indeed called jealousy. You feel angry and upset because your lover is close to others, or afraid your lover is seized by others. It's because you feel insecure in a relationship."

Pramudya. He had heard that word when sitting in Junior High School and High School, even when in college, his friends who have lovers always say “jejal” because their lovers are close to others.

Even when Carissa was still her lover, she always said she was jealous of Bayu who was nearby more often. But he himself never felt what jealousy was. He did not recognize that feeling until now.

So that foreign feeling is called jealousy ....

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