The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 16

Pram stood waiting in anxiety in front of the operating room. Lean against the wall, staring at the door with a small glass in the middle. Silence greeted, it was almost midnight by now. He waited with a little girl who was no less worried. The operation that was supposed to be scheduled for tomorrow morning, was suddenly accelerated. The patient's condition is declining, feared to be fatal. Although, this operation is not without risk, but at least this path is the best to save the life of the old father, the victim of Bayu negligence.

I don't know the name of the girl who was sitting by biting the fingernails of the hand. At first glance, Pram is like seeing a duplicate of his wife. Brave, stubborn and reckless attitude, reminds him of Kailla Riadi Dirgantara Pratama. Pram could see the spoiled nature hidden from the fiery tone of the little girl.

Amidst the turmoil waiting for time to slow down, Donny came with a bag of food and mineral water.

"Sir, this ...." Donny lifts Pram's grocery bag.

"Give him. He hasn't eaten and drunk since he arrived at the hospital." Pram pointed towards the little girl who was sitting pensively alone. He chooses not to come closer, letting Donny take care of the girl since.

"Miss, please." Donny had a bag of bread, snacks and drinks. Putting it beside the chair, Donny tried to smile.

"Go!" The girl threw the bag towards Pram who was standing not far from her. His eyes opened wide, full of anger and resentment.

Pram smiled, trying to be patient even though a grocery bag containing a mineral bottle hit his chest and fell apart on the floor.

"I won't serve you, Miss. I'm just here to help you through the tough times and take responsibility for the negligence my driver has done." The crouching pram collects food and drinks that are splattered on the floor and thrusts them at the girl.

"I'm sorry. None of us wanted this to happen. I'm sorry and promise to take responsibility." Pram tried to talk after a long time choosing silence. He handed the food and drink back to the girl.

"Pram .. My name is Reynaldi Pratama. Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay." Pram thrusts his hand, gets acquainted for the first time.

The little girl stared, her face still pouting and unfriendly. He examined the handsome face that was smiling warmly at him.

"Keissy." The girl finally welcomed Pram's hand with origin.

"Yes?" repeat Pram with a flat tone.

"Even her name is similar to Kailla's." Inner Pram.

"Call me, Kei. I don't like being called Sya!" the cerocos.

"I'd rather call out to Him." Pram doesn't care. Kei's call was more like a call to his wife, and he didn't like it. Kai is the call he gave to Kailla as a child and will only use it for Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.

"Whatever. Om can go. Don't be near me. Keep the distance five meters!" Keisya pointed his index finger at Pram.

Deg-

"He is like a Kaillaku, like a betel in two." Pram.

Not wanting to argue, Pram chose to give up. He does not want to get involved in an argument at a crucial time like this. The patient in the room needs more prayer and attention than the snot girl who always tests her patience.

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Waiting with anxious feelings, time feels long running. Two hours already leaning against the wall with eyes closed, Pram's hearing senses faintly heard the sound of someone walking closer. Before long, he could smell the familiar scent of vanilla on his nose. The man's brain started sending signals along with someone hugging his waist.

A rough breath hit Pram's face. He only realized the figure in his arms was not a fatomorgama. Kailla's presence is real.

"Kai, who are you with here? Who are the kids with?" pram asked, opening his eyes for a moment. The smile that had disappeared the last few hours, was glazed over his handsome face.

"I can't sleep. I've been thinking about you all night, honey." Kaila answered effectively, infiltrating her husband's arms. Hugged Pram's burly body.

Missing Pram's embrace and warmth, he couldn't close his eyes for a second. Until finally, he gave up. Hand over the children to Kinara and Binara, bang on the house of Mama-in-law and leave the children and caregivers there. Of course, the old woman was surprised. But not Kailla if not able to express the tongue. With the reason of wanting to warm Pram's bed and present her granddaughter, Kailla took a leisurely stroll as Ibu Citra nodded and smiled. And of course with the payment of a branded bag, one of the collections in his closet as a sinner. As per Pram's request, not allowing the Mama to know everything.

"Is everything okay?" ask Kailla again.

Pram. Both of her hands tightly hugged Kailla's waist. He needs strength now and his wife is the source of his strength.

"Have you eaten? I brought you some fried rice" whispered Kailla.

Pram shook his head again. "I'm afraid something bad happens and Bayu will get in trouble. Poor ... Bayu's son is still a child." Pram said lirih. The look on his face implied a heavy burden. Dropping his heavy head of weight and thoughts onto Kailla's shoulders.

"I feed him. Come on!" Kailla grabbed Pram's hand and pulled her husband to sit on an empty chair.

Kailla smiled. "Everything's fine. Don't worry, Honey. I made you fried rice with beef eggs in the middle of the night. Can you not spend it?" Kailla said with a face.

“Bad boy!” Pram muttered as he opened his mouth, preparing to take Kailla's bribe.

“How about the kids?”

“I left it to Mama. Don'worry. Asian stock still much at home.” Kailla calms.

“Why dress this short?” pram asked when he noticed Kailla's thin clothes. His wife was clad in a white home shirt and shorts.

“I'm in a hurry. No time to change clothes.” Kaila put food back in her husband's mouth.

“What is not cold ... dress like this?” ask Pram again. Talking to Kailla made her forget about the anxiety and worry for a while.

“I have you to warm me up. It's not like I'm sexier than this every night,” whispered Kailla teasingly. Before long, he chuckled as Pram flicked his forehead.

Not far from the couple, Keisya looked unblinkingly. Since then, he saw Pram and Kailla who were joking, throwing jokes with his mesra.

“Bigger! They can still laugh over my family's suffering.” Keisya grumbled in his heart. His hands clenched, annoyed at the annoying-looking smiles of Kailla and Parm.

Amidst his annoyance, suddenly the door of the operating room opened. A person with green after and a head covering is seen walking out to meet them. His face was so depressed, flat and sad.

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Tbc