My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram
Transacted Mr Boss
Foreign tourists jostle along the Kuta highway. They wear casual clothes that are commonly used on the beach: shorts and sleeveless shirts. Some women tourists even wear bikinis. Not a few male tourists who only wear beach pants without a top.
The sight was seen in contrast to the group of domestic tourists who were dressed in full and neat, walking while holding hands with their relatives and friends.
Cars and motors drove slowly on one-way roads, densely creeping. The sun has set since then, but the streets are getting crowded.
Lisa circulated the gaze and observed the hubbub in amazement. He didn't expect Kuta Beach to be this dense.
After the shuttle car dropped them off near the Hard Rock Cafe ten minutes ago, Pak Bayu invites them to walk around the Kuta Beach area and see bars and pubs that mushroom along the place.
The loud sound of music rang out with the bass pounding, shaking the ground and the heart of every passing passerby.
Freya felt her hand held tightly by Mr. Pram. They walked side by side in the back, letting Lisa and Mr. Bayu lead in front.
Freya could have guessed that Mr. Pram did not like this idea just by looking at the deep wrinkles on her husband's forehead. The man's face also looked sour, although it still looked handsome with such an appearance.
Looky. I don't know how many times she praised her handsome husband. Really no longer helped.
“If you don't like it, we go home,” he said as he pulled Pramudya's fingertips.
“You want to go home?” Pramudya asked back. Although he did not like it, if Freya wanted to stay, then he would accompany her even though he had to withstand the sound of music that hurt the eardrum.
Freya thought for a moment, then shook her head. It's here, baby, just go home.
After all, what would he do in the villa? Daydreaming all night? Boring once. Better to enjoy the last moment of togetherness here. He was willing to cram on the side of the road.
“Ya, already ... just walk,” said Pramudya when he saw Freya shake her head. After all, at most he will only be vertigo or a little deaf when he comes home later.
He gripped Freya's hand tightly, using his own body as a shield as they passed by a group of foreign tourists who passed by excitedly.
Freya realized that and felt her heart suddenly become warm. Her husband this .. why must it turn out to be so kind and considerate, making her fall even deeper ....
“Freya, you want to buy souvenirs here?” lisa who feels interested to see the clothes on display in front of a boutique. Everything looks so beautiful.
In the past, he never dreamed of being able to buy such clothes. However, now the savings are more than enough to buy one or two pieces of a very beautiful woven dress.
Lisa's question distracts Freya. He looked forward and found Lisa standing in front of a boutique stand. Judging from the model of clothing on display, the theme of the boutique is Balinese and NTB ethnicity. Everything does look very beautiful and charming, but he feels a little affection because he knows the price must be quite expensive.
“Try. Wrap up whichever you like.” Pramudya said when he saw a flash of interest in his wife's eyes, but the girl remained silent by his side.
He put his hand out and pushed his wife forward. “Go. You two just choose. I paid.”
Lisa almost jumped up in excitement. If Mr. Boss had said that, he wouldn't have hesitated. He went straight in and looked at some of the other clothes on display.
“But this is not the same. Consider it a honeymoon gift,” Pramudya reply casually.
Bayu coughed next to him. He held up his hands and closed his mouth before he slipped. This friend of his is getting better at seducing his wife. Really made a very rapid progress in just four days. It is not in vain that he smokes the contents of his best friend's head with various romantic scenes that he watched on Netflix.
Pramudya ignored Bayu completely. He tries to convince Freya who still does not want to go in and catch up with Lisa.
“If you don't want to, I'll choose?” he walked towards the entrance.
“No need!” Freya exclaimed and held her husband's arm.
“I will enter,” he added while pushing Pramudya back to where it was. After that, he turned around and approached Lisa who was judging a canal dress with a typical NTB weaving motif.
The dress model was a little open, but very pretty. Her neck is made with V-neck cuts and a backless backside, looking to fit Lisa's body size.
“I'm sure Mr. Bayu will immediately express love if you wear the dress,”goda Freya half whispered. He was afraid that suddenly the two men out there would step in and hear a secret conversation between himself and Lisa.
“I'm also sure soon Mr. Boss will declare love to you. Look at him clinging to nowhere and behaving so generously. I really must bow down to you, my God. Come on, don't be shy .. I know you also like Mr. Boss,” Lisa replied as she cupped her hands in front of her chest and made a bowing gesture.
Freya silenced. Suddenly he felt regret for daring to tease his spicy-mouthed friend. It is better to stay still and choose clothes calmly, lest Lisa turn her back to make herself not wart.
If until Mr. Pram heard the remark and misunderstood, he could not imagine what consequences he had to face.
“If not, you bought this dress.” Lisa thrusts the sexy dress in her hand at Freya.
“I'm sure Mr. Boss won't let you out of the room,” he added as he moved his eyebrows and winked.
“No!” Freya brushed it off without thinking twice. Crazy, huh? He did not plan to sell himself to anyone.
Lisa laughed out loud. Look at this brave and naive friend. Just been teased for a moment already panicked.
He put the dress back in its original place and looked around the others. The price bandrol that sticks makes it goosebumps. The lowest is equal to three months of his salary. Fortunately, the generous Boss gave him the opportunity to enjoy expensive clothes without spending a penny.
Lisa walked around while grinning widely. He hopes that Mr. Pram and Freya will always get along so that they can be more often bought shopping.
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The love counselor Mr. Pram
