The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 2

The presidential suite of the Fairmont Hotel bears witness to how timeless the love of both is. Stepping into the fifth year of marriage, that sense, passion and passion remain the same as the beginning of marriage melts into the bonds of marriage. The romance of life does teach many things, forging Pram and Kailla into a better person. However, the ups and downs of life did not make the feelings of both wear off. Love gets stronger with time.

Pram, remain a mature and mature man with his craziness at work and his wife, Kailla. And Kailla, still a spoiled wife who is sometimes naughty and adorable despite having given birth to two small heroes for the Pratama family.

The pair of human children were sharing a sense of caress and cuddling. Talking through eye gaze and lip lacing. When strands upon strands of fabric detach from the skin of the body, the moment of desire demands more than just beauty but also inner satisfaction.

Decapan mixed with sigh, sweat melted with passion. When the skin of the body touches, the fingers look at each other and squeeze. A king-size bed with white silk sheets bears witness, ready to take the grandchildren of Adam and Eve to the top of the throne of love.

“Honey, you don't wear safety.” Suddenly Kailla reminded. Pushing slowly the burly body that was locking his plain body possessively.

“I will donate it to the world,” Pram said as usual. It's always the same reason, every step towards the top and Kailla stops the pleasure they'll regress for a second.

“I don't believe you. A second too late, I'll be pregnant again. Ask Sam to buy it. At the nearest minimarket,” pinta Kailla insisted.

“Sayang ..” Pram calls for a call of love with gentle, spoiled and seductive. Hopefully this time, he gets a dispensation.

“No. You are forty-five years old. You were not so happy when you were young. Your movement has slowed down, dear. I'm not sure you'll be able to get it out in time. And you know, that mistake of a second will be a lifelong problem,” Kailla said. The aura of the woman who had been resigned changed horribly.

“I don't want to get pregnant again. I'm still in college. Baby Bent and Kent are only seven months old.” Kailla reasoned.

“Hide behind a blanket!” pram Pinta.

He relented. Lost is already a desire that is one step away from reaching the finish line. Kailla fucked everything up. The burly body rolled to the side. Before long, Pram could be seen getting up and picking up his cloth pants, rushing towards the door.

“SAM!”

“SAM!”

“SAM!” yelled Pram repeatedly. The bare-chested man seemed to be indifferent at the moment being in the hotel. His screams blaring.

“Ya, Sir.” Sam replied while shouting from five meters away. He had just stepped out of the elevator when he heard Pram's voice shouting his name without caring that voice would disturb the public interest.

“From anywhere? I told you, wait here. At times Kailla needs you.” Pram babbling.

“Ya, Sir.” Sam's down. His breath was wheezing, going up and down because of running fast. In fact, he dropped the black coffee he had just bought in front of the hotel and splattered it in the corridor.

“To Indomaret. Buy me safety,” pinta Pram while reaching into his pants pocket. Take out a wallet and hand over two pieces of thousand rupiah.

“What brand, Sir?” ask Sam. He was not an innocent man who did not understand the meaning of his master.

“Buy the best, most comfortable,” pram.

“Good, Sir.” Sam nodded in a sign of understanding.

“Do not long. We can't start without you I mean without that sacred thing.”

“Good, Sir.”

“Do not buy wrong. Usually position near Kinder Joy or lollipop. If not, ask the cashier. Wrong buy, cut salary!” Pram reminded. The first time he forgot the most important thing. Without that magic item, Kailla would not be able to concentrate. Asking all the time, blowing away all the imagination in his brain.

***

The back of Sam's hand clashed when it hit the white panel door with the number 34 hanging at the top. Kailla's beloved assistant's heart skipped a beat. He had just run to meet the demand of Pram who did not know the word no.

Almost half an hour ran down the street to get her employer's order. Sam grumbled alone, spilling his frustration. The fate of being a subordinate is always this. Must obey and must not refuse.

Knocking on the door so many times, Sam's lips grumbled as the door was not opened. “Huh! Ask to be bought as fast as lightning. Now it's like lost in the earth.”

After knocking on the door repeatedly, Pram appeared with his all-time hottest look. That handsome face was covered in sweat with disheveled hair. Breathing hard, her bare chest up and down. Sweats pour from the forehead, temples and all skin of the body. The trousers that cover the waist down are not perfectly fastened.

“You just interrupt!” The first speech slid from Pram's lips while tidying the child's hair wet with sweat. Her bare chest looked shiny in the corridor lights.

“Tadi ask to buy safety. I've been running as fast as lightning, it turns out he started first. So why do I hunt down the time to buy the order,” Sam's scolding in heart while thrusting a package containing Pram's order.

“Sorry, Sir. All flavors exhausted. Stay the taste of chicken geprek level spicy steady and spicy level mampus. Because Non Kailla doesn't like it spicy, so I bought it a spicy one. That's one level below spicy mampus,” Sam said as long as he held back. He turned around without waiting for his employer to react again. Just as his feet stepped, Pram was already making a sound.

“Wait for us here! Afraid Kailla needs something,” pinta Pram ignored the original sentence that came out of the lips of his assistant. He already understands Sam's ignorance is not much different from Kailla. Pram's ears pointed to the door, asking Sam to stand guard.

Sam's wide-eyed. Pram's request made the young man flinch.

“Ya Tuha, I did not know that my duty also had to escort a married couple is reproducing,” grumbled Sam in the heart. Although upset, he still complied. Crouching while lamenting his fate. Removed *I*The latest iPhone from the pants pocket. Slowly and carefully. The thing might have been just mediocre in the eyes of his two employers, but it became a luxury item for him that was only an assistant and driver.

“Must be careful. Can't get abrasions. The installment is still six months away,” Sam smiled. After getting tired of collecting motorcycles and chilling them all year, Sam switched to mobile phones.

***

Time had already shown at 16:00 pm when Pram outlined his embrace of Kailla. The wife was still asleep, comfortably hiding her naked body under a warm blanket. Different from Pram. The man had been awake for an hour. She stared at the screen to check out some of the emails Stella had sent her.

“Honey, where are you going?” kailla asked in a hoarse voice. His eyes were half closed. His sleep was disturbed by the movement of the bed as Pram stood up and picked up the clothes of those scattered on the hotel floor.

“To the bathroom. I'm gonna take a shower first. Want to come?” tawar Pram's. “Bathtub is quite large, can accommodate two people.” Pram smiled knot.

“No. I have to milk ASI. Sam's still out, right?” ask Kailla.

“Still.”

Just as Pram got into the bathroom, the man's black cell phone rang on the nightstand.

“Honey, mobile!” kailla shouted as she clutched the blanket on her chest. Black device of her husband. Kailla's eyes rounded when she found Jeniffer's name appearing on a flashing phone screen.

“Who else is he? Why contact my husband!” Kailla growled herself. He turned off Pram's phone without much consideration. A second later, not only was the ringing sound gone, the screen blackened.

***

Tbc