The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 10

Kailla ran down from the car Sam was driving in as security struggled to open the gate. His phone rang to me a few times. Who else if not Pram. The old man contacted Kailla repeatedly, to make sure that the mother of his twin son had set foot in their residence.

“Ya, Dear.” Kailla swiped the screen of a silver device that displayed a handsome face with a strained line. It looks like Pram is sitting in his big chair.

“You've arrived home?” ask Pram. His face line is a little loose. Two corners of his lips curved upwards, staring at the view of the door of his house that was still tightly closed.

“Yes, I'm already in front of the house.” Kailla replied with a gasp of breath. Sweat threads adorn the forehead and temples. He had just run fast to be able to take a visual in front of his house for real evidence for an aging husband becoming more and more possessive.

“I love you. Very!” Pram smiled seeing Kailla frowning with a hunting breath.

“Ya.”

“Say! I've postponed the meeting too long to make sure that you arrive home.” Pram came back like a child. A trait that has suddenly appeared in the last few months.

“I love you,” said Kailla smiling.

“Don't go anywhere while I'm at the office. I'll be home early today,” said Pram with a sweet smile plastered across the phone screen.

“Ya ... yes .. yes.” Kailla answered as she ran into the house

***

Kailla was sitting on a colorful playmat with her beloved twins. Accompanying her two boys playing is Kailla's agenda every afternoon while waiting for the head of the family to come home from work. There are lots of toys lying on the mat, in the children's playroom designed specifically for the twins. Not far from the three, it seemed Kinara and Binara were watching while on guard.

Classical music mixed with obscure chatter Bentley and Kentley make the atmosphere of the playroom more crowded. In addition to the shelves containing toys, the room was also equipped with a soft bed, television and a set of sofas to relax.

“Bu, we excuse you to pray Magrib.” Kinara said goodbye to Kailla when she saw the clock on the wall moving towards six in the afternoon. The atmosphere outside began to darken, the sun was seen hiding in the western horizon.

“Yes,” sahut Kailla while grabbing the hand of her son Bentley so as not to move too far away from her. Without those two nannies, he would have to be more careful. Both of his sons began to be active and expressive.

“Oh yes, if you meet Father, please tell me that I am with children,” message Kailla. Remembering Pram who always looks for him every time he comes home from the office.

“Yes, Bu.”

After Kinara and Binara, Bentley and Kentley again sounded chattering. The two let out an indistinct voice, occasionally shouting loudly. Kailla's entertainment since becoming a mother is to accompany these two little heroes every day. Following the development of Bentley and Kentley which every month increased, also increased his habits.

The sound of the door distracts the mother and child. Followed by regular steps, walk slowly on the floor layered with natural brown oak wood.

“Darling ...” greet Pram standing gallantly near the door. His right hand clutching a bouquet of red roses mixed with white, Pram smiled preparing to welcome the three.

“Honey!” peekit Kailla's. Running fast, squandering around Pram without a care Bentley and Kentley who could only stare enviously. The two screamed at the same time as they saw Kailla climb onto Pram's sling. Circling her hands around her neck with both feet clamped on her husband's burly waist.

“I love you.” Pram whispered while giving a kiss on his wife's lips.

“Love you, too.” Kailla kissed the entire face of the tired-looking man. Forehead, temples, eyes, cheeks, nose and ends at the lips. The woman with the white T-shirt and jeans sepaha it obscures the curves of Pram's face with her lips.

Perhaps this is what Pram misses most as a husband. Getting an unusual welcome, the man almost went crazy when Kailla presented him with a wet kiss on the left and right neck.

“Merinduced me?” pram asked between the cries of his two sons.

“Hmmm.” Kailla muttered and prepared to go down. The young mother looked at her son. Both were sobbing when they saw the daddy being overpowered by his mommy that they were ignored.

“For you.” Pram kissed Kailla's cheeks and handed her a bouquet of flowers before approaching her two sons.

“Later, Sweetheart. Daddy took a shower, yeah. After that we play together.” Pram rushed out of the room.

***

Kailla was sitting on her son's couch breastfeeding Kentley, while Pram was sitting next to her, calming Bentley, who was waiting for her breastfeed.

“Awhile, yes. Antre. Mommy can't breastfeed you all at once.” Pram splashed Bentley's tiny body chest, patted slowly baby's back wrapped in a cotton nightgown with the doraemon motif. Slowly and gently, making his eldest son comfortable. The crying of the seven-month-old baby shrank and soon disappeared.

“Kai, I've decided to take you to Bandung. Mama too,” said Pram.

“Hah! You serious? Is it not a hassle?” ask Kailla to make sure. Looked at Kentley who had fallen asleep and stopped tasting the top of his chest.

“Yes, I can't go without you. And you can't leave without the kids. So I decided to bring you all,” explained Pram.

“You sure? The children will trouble you,” asked Kailla, slowly putting Kentley into the crib. Replacing breastfeeding Bentley who was calm in the Pram decapitation.

“Yakinu. Pieter also seems to want to take Naina along. He hasn't told me, but from his guts it's been read.”

“Pieter serious with Naina?” ask Kailla to make sure. He was grimaced as a tight straw on the top of his chest by his first son.

“Looks.” Pram smiled when he saw the other top of Kailla's chest coming out with a liquid that almost trickled down.

“It's still there, darling.” Pram commented as he grabbed a piece of tissue and rubbed it slowly. Don't want those ASI droplets wetting Kailla's nightgown.

“Yes, Kentley didn't spend it. Looks like the kid is exhausted.”

“This one is hungry. Since then I can't wait for my turn.” Pram smiled to see Bentley tasting loudly, followed by a clear swallowing sound. He rubbed his son's cheek gently with his index back.

“Kai .... not interested in having a daughter? Like Bara and Bella.”

“I don't want any more. Still showing the pain of giving birth. It's okay, right?” kailla asked with a face.

“Yes. I already have a daughter anyway. The promise is for mercy. Especially if there is a want, unruly and like to rampage.” Pram chuckled as he watched Kailla's eyes round, not accepting with all her words.

“I'm not spoiled! You're the spoiled one now, honey. Sam told me earlier .. if you go berserk again in the office.” Kailla started the conversation.

“Hah!” Aghast pram.

“I have nothing to do with Mr. Adrian. I beg you to trust me.” Kailla.

“Do not see him again. I don't like you meeting her, Kai.”

“I college. Must have met him every day.”

It looks like Pram is embracing Kailla's shoulder. “Promise me. Don't repeat it again. Poor kids, Kai.” Pram swiped the tip of his nose on Kailla's cheek.

“Ya ..”.

***

Tbc