The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 1

This story is a continuation of Little Wife of the President (Season 1) and Wife of the President (Season 2 )

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It looks like a mature man with a million charms sitting in the central part of a meeting table arranged in the shape of a U. The grey suit matched with matching tie made him appear much younger than his age that was walking towards half a century. His face was calm, looking stunning and charismatic. Highlight his eyes were shady, calming anyone who was clashing with him.

However, behind all that, he is a leader who is quite respected. Pram, so usually he is accosted. The 45-year-old, whose real name is Reynaldi Pratama, is the owner and president of the RD Group. A company engaged in the real estate business and property developer, headquartered in Jakarta.

With four subsidiaries, the main business activities of RD Group which has been established for more than twenty years include land acquisition, real estate development, leasing and sale of land, apartment buildings, and, malls and offices. RD Group is also known to have built dozens of prestigious projects spread across Jakarta, Bandung and other major Indonesian cities.

Tapping the soft golden black-adorned pen on the meeting table, Pram looked agitated. Pram's panda eyes shifted to the left and right, occasionally bowing. The father of a pair of twin boys who were just seven months old did not really listen to the report submitted by the project leader.

For a few days, his sleep has been disrupted. His twin son was fussy and kept the whole house awake all night. Maybe the immunization effect was just injected a few days ago.

The man's head throbbed even more when the meeting never ended. Replacing the head of the other division that gave the report. Not a single piece of material could enter his head. In his brain there was only one name. Kaillas. Shadowed his wife is in a sexy dress walking seductively.

"Oh my God, when will this be over." Pram muttered softly, looking at his secretary who was sitting listening while noting the important things on his tablet.

"Ste, postpone the meeting. Ask Pieter to continue later, "he whispered to Stella. The loyal secretary accompanying him all this time seemed to nod.

“Order a room in Fairmont for me. Choose the most comfortable,” whispered Pram again.

"Mr okay?" stella asked frowned.

"My head is throbbing, Ste. I need my medicine now." Pram grabbed the latest thin phone output lying on the table. Towards him and hurriedly walked out of the meeting room without a message and without saying a word. Without even looking at his staff. His steps were so convincing, followed by dozens of pairs of eyes that stared questioningly and astonished.

Pram can listen to the fanfare in the meeting room after his departure. But he doesn't care. Right now, he needs Kailla. The spoiled wife who can always be fun at the same time calm him at all times. That could make his headache disappear in an instant. What a miracle a Kailla.

Running towards the elevator while loosening the knot of the tie, Pram ignored the screams of his assistant, Bayu.

"What's the matter again?" Bayu. The head shook with a face full of questions. Not a strange thing, since changing status to a father, Pram changed a lot.

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Bentley GT continental black streaking across capital city streets. Pram drives his car at above average speeds. The uninterrupted hum of horns screaming in the streets irked other road users and Pram did not care. He just wants to get there soon.

The rays of the afternoon sun were so hot when the sun was right at the top of the head. So blinding to the eye when the light beam bounces on the body of a luxury car that is black shiny. Time has led to noon, the streets began to be a little crowded because of the activities of office lunch employees.

Nearly forty-five minutes into the wheel, Pram's car pulled over on the side of the road. Precisely in front of a prestigious campus, in the Tangerang area, Banten.

The man looked impatient, hurriedly pulled out his phone. His fingers deftly rubbed the screen and tried to contact the idol. Who else if not his wife, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara Pratama. Since giving birth, the mother of baby Bentley and Kentley decided to use her husband's surname behind her own name. It takes a long process to be able to get the Pratama name officially.

The dial tone is replaced with a spoiled voice at the end of the call. The handsome man's mood instantly changed as his eardrum caught the spoiled sound of a sweat.

"Darling, what's wrong?" ask Kailla.

"Do you still have class?" Pram asked back.

"Still," Kailla said as she sipped a spicy meatball sauce in the campus cafeteria. Kailla's favorite food is timeless and irreplaceable over time.

“Coloss for me, darling,” pinta Pram with a clear voice.

"Well! You why?" kailla asked frowned. It is not usual for the husband to ask him to skip college. Even he was forced to go to college again because of Pram's undisputed request. Business management, the major she left behind when she was originally married and now she is stranded in the same place. Pram asked him to finish what he had started.

"I miss you" said Pram spoiledly.

"That's right, honey! Every day we meet."

"Meet but cannot merge. Twins screw up everything." Pram chuckled. His laughter was so crisp, it sounded from across.

"Don't be crazy, honey. Not that you have an important meeting today." Kailla reminded.

"I'm in front of your college. Come on out, honey. I'm waiting for you now."

"Well! You serious?"

"Wait a minute, I finish my meatballs first. Have you had lunch?" kailla asked as she poked a meatball of quail eggs with a fork and put it in her mouth.

"Yet. I'm starving now. Let's hunt, Kai."

"Want me to order some food?" tawar Kailla's. Talk with a full mouth.

"no need. Enough yourself. That's filling." Back Pram chuckled.

"Wait, Honey. I'm out in a minute."

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Both corners of Pram's lips were pulled upwards when he saw Kailla running with the bag hanging on her shoulders, splitting her chest. The 25-year-old woman's long hair was bobbing as her body shook.

Before long, there was a slow knock on the car window. Pram opened the door from the inside and let his wife in.

"I miss you, Kai," said Pram when he saw his wife dropping her ass next to him. Moving closer, he sprinkled a kiss on Kailla's lips. Sweeping the red lips of pomegranate, enjoying the scent of meatball sauce left behind.

"I bought you pasta." Kailla said while showing the mica box after their kiss unraveled.

"Bring me, but with this," pram pinta spoiled. His ears pointed to his own lips.

Kailla. “Is there a problem in the office?" ask Kailla. He was opening a mica box filled with pasta and preparing to feed Pram. The long hair that had just been dyed blond, beautifully scattered covered part of his face.

"Nothing." Pram answered briefly. Sliding her body closer as she grabbed Kailla's wrist and pulled out a black bead-decorated hairband that coiled beautifully like a bracelet.

"Facing there, Kai," pram's pinta, combed through Kailla's long hair that let out the fruity scent with her hands. The long hair was pigtailed high, making the nape and smooth white neck perfectly exposed.

"Change the colors again?" ask Pram. He hasn't been watching Kailla's hair for days. Their twin son overwhelmed both of them to the point of not having time for anything else.

“Ya, you like it?” ask Kailla.

A wet kiss landed on the nape of Kailla. "Beautiful!" pram comments while playing the tip of Kailla's hair.

"Previous colors look more attractive, but this one is more tempting." Pram blinked his eyes while smiling.

"We're on the road now?" tanya Pram tidied up her sitting position, preparing to run the car back.

"Where are you going?" kailla asked confusedly.

"The Fairmont. I asked Stella to book a room before seeing you" Pram replied casually. Look back to make sure the road is safe.

“Always so,” cerocos Kailla

“Do we buy an apartment? Every time, if we miss, we can meet there,” bargain Pram.

"Open your mouth, honey," asked Kailla with a spoonful of pasta. She ignored her husband's offer.

Pram's mouth was wide open with his hands still holding the steering wheel. The man chose to focus on the streets.

"Oh yeah, call Sam. Ask him to follow. I left Bayu in the office."

"Yes.”

"The taste is good" said Pram while opening his mouth again. Ready to take Kailla's next bribe.

"On campus, this menu is the best selling sweet." Kailla explained.

"Lumayan tasty. Oh yeah, you haven't flushed for the twins?" ask Pram.

"Not until the hotel. The gear's still in Sam's car." Kailla explained.

Pram smile. "I don't mind being asked to blush for you" said Pram, winking one eye, teasing Kailla as usual.

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