The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 13

Pram walks into the room with Kailla tailing behind him. Without further ado, the mature man immediately passed the white polo shirt from his stocky body. Without saying much, tossed his original white T-shirt and dropped his body, leaning over the bed.

“I'm ready, Kai!” said Pram spread his hands to the left and right of his body, enjoying the soft and smooth white sheets. Showing off her bare back, Pram waits for a touch of Kailla's massage.

Five minutes waiting, his wife did not come up to the top of the bed. He turned around to make sure what happened.

“What's up, Honey?” ask Pram. He pulled his body to the end of the bed. Netraya looked at Kailla who was standing with a stiff face and both hands folded on her chest.

“Who is he?” ask Kailla ketus.

No time to answer, the phone in Pram's pocket rang. Without further ado, Kailla forcibly reached out to him and disabled him, not even seeing who had contacted him again.

“Jennifer Persada's. That's Jennie's name, honey. It's not that you've heard it yourself when she introduced herself.” Pram replied casually. Both of his hands pulled Kailla's slender body to get close to him. Decompose the folded hand on that chest and hold it tightly.

“I know. But why did he call you Pram. I don't like it!” kailla protest.

The two are again disturbed. This time Kailla's phone is ringing. The young mother did the same. The phone was turned off without finding out the caller before it was thrown heartlessly on the bed. He needs an explanation from Pram, no time for anyone else.

Pram smiled at Kailla's behavior. “Then ask him. It's none of my business, he wants to call me what.” Pram answered without burden with both hands already moved. This time it was tightly coiled around Kailla's waist.

“Honey!” kailla's protest is getting upset.

“Ya, what's up?” ask Pram smile.

“I'm serious!” Kailla's eyes are rounded. The aura of annoyance began to feel real from his tone.

“She's Anita's sister-in-law. Elang Persada's. Maybe that's what made him call me Pram. Early entry into RD Group, Anita who introduced him to me. From the beginning of getting acquainted, he has already called Pram, so get used to.” Prams explained.

“I don't like, Honey!” kailla protest expressed his heart.

“Indeed you think ... I like,” said Pram, reversing his wife's words.

“I'm serious,” Kailla said in a soft tone.

“I'm kidding, huh?” Pram back teasing Kailla.

“Saaa .. yaaaang ..” protest Kailla with her trademark pouting face. But not this time with a foot.

“Hmmm.” Pram muttered, ready to serve. He was enjoying the time when Kailla was spoiled and acted on him. Honestly, he misses all this.

“Honey, fire him now!” pinta Kailla's. “I don't like to see it. His gaze contained poison,” continued Kailla, dropping his body on the lap of Pram without permission.

“Hahaha ... She's beautiful, how can you say that Jennie is poisonous?” Pram started fishing again.

“Say she is beautiful once again, I will crash her in the crowd,” threatens Kailla, locking Pram's neck with both hands.

“He's not my type, Kai. I don't like girls who are too mature. Smart and can master everything. I don't really like rigid women and keep an exaggerated image. I'm not talking about age, but character.” Prams explained. With both hands wrapped around Kailla's waist, Pram dropped her chin on Kailla's shoulder.

“I've been pretty stiff with all the workload piling up on my shoulders. I need a woman who can give color and expressiveness. Simply looking at her happy face, my tiredness lifted. Simply feeling his indulgence, I felt appreciated and loved. I don't need to argue with god-level language like I did in the meeting room to fight with him. I don't need to hear his long neatly arranged sentence as he complains a lot of things.”

“I'd rather women snatch and get angry like this.” Pram pinched Kailla's pointed nose and chuckled as his wife's lips pursed.

“I love you, Kai. Don't be angry anymore. Jennie's not my type. He got into the company because of you. You remember ... when you agreed to work with Anita, and Jennie's presence was the impact.” Prams explained.

“You met Aunt Anita again?” kailla asked with a glint of jealousy clearly visible in her eyes.

“You meet him often? I mean Jennie,” asked Kailla. He was not satisfied with interrogation.

“Multiple times Jennie to Jakarta to discuss company issues. We just met at the office, honey. What else do you want to know?” ask Pram. As a husband, of course, he prefers Kailla like this, rather than secretly harboring prejudices that end up aggravating the situation with an untested belief in the truth.

“He contacts you often?” todong Kailla again.

“Sometimes. We're just talking about work. Never the slightest nudge personal problems.” Pram bluntly.

“What else, Honey?” tanya Pram's waiting. Kailla's face in these moments looked adorable.

Kailla smiled wryly. “Remember, if you dare to cheat on me, I will make you feel in hell!” threatening Kailla to point her index finger at Pram.

“The hell you created is heaven for me,” said Pram, biting slowly on Kailla's index tip.

“Aaaahhh ...” Kailla's protest did not last long, Pram silenced her with a gentle kiss on the lips.

A warm kiss, talking to each other through the created taste. Both of Kailla's hands gently squeezed the nape of her husband's nape. Trying to blow his bad thoughts about Jennie and re-fertilize his trust in Pram.

Kailla shrieked softly as Pram carried her down on the bed. The screeches ended in submission as her husband kissed the neck of his white smooth alabaster tie. Not to mention the burly hands that began to misbehave and explore to every inch of his body.

“It's still day ... later tonight only,” pinta Kailla when her consciousness stopped a few seconds. He could see flashes of passion in Pram's eyes. Her husband had already half floated into the air.

“Gladi resik first, Darling. Later tonight new show, so that your husband is not stage fright,” said Pram origin. He was unable to stand down if asked to back down. His entire body was already on fire and it took Kailla to put it down.

Without hearing Kailla protest, his right hand had already infiltrated into his wife's white t-shirt like a thief. Engrave the sensitive part of Kailla with the fingertip. Hoping her touch could persuade Kailla to comply. Pram was happy when he saw his wife's beautiful eyes closed and squeezed the sheets. Kailla did not protest as her white T-shirt and underwear were forcibly stripped.

However, all the hard work of the mature man became futile when a loud bang on the door of the room followed by a loud voice full of anger Mother Citra.

“PRAM! OPEN DOOR!” shouted Mother Citra.

“IN TEN IF YOU STILL DON'T WANT TO OPEN. I'LL HAVE THE HOTEL EMPLOYEE OPEN IT FORCIBLY!” threaten Mom Citra.

“Mama ... Kai.” Pram opened his eyes as the passion that had been in the crown flew in surprise with a screaming voice in front of the door.

“Ya, Ma,” sahut Pram, rise from his position. Walked madly towards the door of the room.

As soon as the door was opened, Pram was presented with the slicing gaze of his mother and the cries of his two sons. Kentley screamed in Kinara's sling and Bentley cried as he pleased in Binara's sling.

“What's up?” ask Pram wonder.

Ibu Citra grew even more upset when she heard Pram ask. The appearance of his bare-chested son at this time was enough to answer what was happening inside the room.

“You're really out of your mind, Pram. Your son screams hunger for his mother. You even feel good in the room. Old, not giving up. Still grabbing milk with your kids.” A powerful punch landed on Pram's arm.

Ibu Citra was still holding back, trying not to barge into the room. He was sure that his daughter-in-law was busy getting dressed at this time. Were it not for the two nannies complaining, the twins' mother and father, who could not be reached, disappeared without news. He will not run over in front of his son's room.

“Ditelephone instead of lifted, instead turned off. What kind of parents are you two,” Mom Citra's nagging.

“Kin, China! Give the twins to Pram, let them both take care of their own child inside! You can have fun, enjoy the holidays,” said Ms. Citra.

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