The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 27

The full moon is round on the night horizon, shining beautifully in the sky, accompanied by the stars. The orange sheen had already risen above the head, but Kailla was still awake. A sea of darkness hugs the twins' mother on a cold night. For a second, he could not close his eyes. Worry, bad thoughts and all the black shadows ran around his brain.

The slow clanking of twelve times from the clock on the wall of the room indicates that the day has changed. The dry wind whipped through the bones as Kailla stood on the balcony of the room, staring at the desolate grounds uninhabited. Bentley GT Continental husband has not returned to the contest. The courtyard was still quiet, Pram did not leave a single message for her.

"Honey, where are you?"

"Darling, still mad at me?"

Love ...." There are a lot of questions that Kaila says in the ******breath weight. His gaze dimmed as a gust of wind swept through his sleepy eyes.

Wanting to cry, staring at the device with its new look was still quiet. His call went unanswered, dozens of his messages unread. Kailla stares at tick two in the chat app, hoping to turn blue soon.

Donnie? Much the same. The assistant and the employer seemed to be lost to the earth. No news, no news, not even a trace of either. Pram and Donny vanished in solitude.

"Darling ...." The cold lips spoke softly, calling her husband several times.

Tired of waiting, Kailla chose to go into the room while tightening her thin sleeping pajamas. She sneezed a few times before throwing her tired body on the sofa in the room. He is no longer excited.

"G ....." Kailla breathed a heavy sigh. His chest clump had hardened, asking to be emptied. Either by pumping or feeding directly. He usually routinely does so that the supply of ASI is maintained, but now his mood is destroyed.

"Where are you? If you're mad at me, that's not how it works, honey." Kailla's face dimmed, that disappointed and injured hue was clearly visible. Kailla closed her eyes, leaning against the sofa.

The sleepiness that attacked, made Kailla's head droop. Falling asleep, until she is unconscious when Pram calls her. The clink of an incoming message followed after a long ringtone.

[Darling, sorry I just called you. My phone was left in the car. I'm in the hospital. Call me when you wake up. Love you.]

***

The sound of the pounding waves of incense caught Kailla's sense of hearing. The night changed, the morning was welcome. In the eastern horizon, the sun began to come out of hiding, infiltrating from the gap of the window curtain that was not closed perfectly.

Kailla's beautiful eyes blinked as she felt a cold touch on her right cheek. Kailla was shocked when she opened her eyes, Pram was already sitting next to her with wet hair.

"Darling, are you home?" kailla asked in a hoarse voice. He tried to get up from sleep.

"Why sleep on the couch?" ask Pram. There was a flash of regret within the man's gaze. Last night he ignored Kailla. Not even Kailla's calls and messages were answered. His condition was so serious, he could not leave Keisya who got calamity a second time.

"I .. overslept waiting for you." Kailla looked in wonder. He has moved, now his position is not on the sofa, but on a soft bed wrapped in light blue sheets.

"I'm sorry. Keisya called me yesterday afternoon. Her mother went to the hospital and I helped her. I didn't get to call you." Pram explained as he rubbed Kailla's messy hair.

"You ignore me again" protested Kailla, draping her hands to Pram's neck spoiled. Leaned on the chest of his field of men, enjoying the scent of perfume mixed with bath soap. Pram is neat with work suit.

"I'm sorry. You're not in college today?" Pram held Kailla tightly. His wife's waking face is adorable.

"My head hurts, I'm going to sleep all day. Where are the kids going?" Kailla remembered the twins. Since last night they have not cried hunger. He only breastfed both of them when he was about to sleep at night.

"I asked Kin and Bin to hold them. They had taken a bath and were full. No need to make me breakfast today." Pram smile.

Kailla nodded. "What happened last night? When are you coming home?" kailla asked, still spoiled in her husband's arms.

"Just now."

"What's going on?" Kailla asked for an explanation.

"Mother Keisya critical. Donny and I took care of it. The process is a little complicated. Initially Keisya took her to a hospital near home, but after a few hours there. The equipment in the hospital was incomplete. In critical condition, we have to transfer to another hospital. I just got home this morning." Pram sighed tiredly, leaning his head on the top of his wife's head.

"Does Mama still corner you?" ask Pram, find out.

"Nr ...." Kailla nodded.

Pram chuckled. "Please understand, Mama. I have to get to the office in a minute. Later in the day or home office .. I'll stop by the hospital first. No problem, right?" ask Pram, ask for approval.

Kailla. "Don't come home again tonight. I won't let you touch me if you break it." Kailla was just about to kiss Pram's lips, but the man refused. Holding Kailla's pursed lips with her palm.

"Bring first, then kiss me." Pram refused. "Your name .. ckckck ...." Pram chuckled while shaking his head.

"Aah!" Kailla protest.

"Now or I'm staying in the office. Idler!"

"Ah .. carry me." Kailla spread her hand by playing both of her eyebrows.

"I'm like a father of three. This is my oldest daughter." Pram chuckled, but he did not refuse. Allowing Kaila to roll and the two legs of the level to flank her waist.

"Just .. My life isn't perfect, Kai. I think I should find a wife. No one helped me take care of my three children." Pram laughed when he saw Kailla's pouting face. The word of finding a wife coming out of Pram's lips pisses off Kailla.

"Here, take a shower now. I'm waiting for you downstairs." Pram dropped off Kailla in the bathroom.

***

Kailla held her youngest son and Binara carried Bentley in front of the porch to take Pram to work. It was seen Kailla clutching her son's tiny hand and moving him up and down, waving and bidding farewell to the head of the family.

"I'm leaving, honey." Pram shouted from inside the car and waved his hand.

"Bye, Daddy." Kailla imitates the voice of a child, teaching her two sons.

From the side of the house, Ibu Citra seemed to walk closer. The old woman in a tanned boxed motif dress was smilingly welcoming her two grandchildren from a distance.

"Morning this old woman has come. Must be looking for trouble again." Kailla grumbled in her heart. Staring at Mom Citra's limping steps, Kailla grew sick of herself. He still remembered clearly the spicy sentence in-laws.

"Have you had breakfast, Ma?" Kailla asked the origin. He doesn't want to talk too much.

"Hm ... Pram didn't come home last night, did he?" mother Citra asked, smiling cynically at her daughter-in-law. Instead of answering Kailla's question, Ms. Citra switched the subject.

"Don't, Pram has realized that there are still many women out there who are more worthy and worthy of being a wife" said Ibu Citra slowly. He deliberately blurted out hurtful words and he hoped that Kailla would hear them.

"Ma!" Kailla half yelled. Since yesterday held back his patience, his in-laws have been back fishing in annoyance.

"really, right? Pram didn't come home. You should be self-aware, Kai. Introspect yourself, why did Pram choose not to go home. Every husband has boundaries. Until the limit of his patience, Pram himself will throw you away. Learn, Kai." Ms. Citra started her first speech this morning.

"Mama doesn't want your household to fall apart. Mama's old, can't take care of Pram and your kids."

Kailla's hands are clenched. Lack of sleep all night, making his emotions easily provoked.

"Yes, Pram found his mistress. Maybe it's good that way. If you really want to feel like you have another daughter-in-law, go ahead. I don't mind. Who knows, Mama's new daughter-in-law could be more uncalculated on Mama. More love to Mama. Just don't be Pram's wife who just kicked Mama out of the house." Kailla threatened back.

Deg-

"He dared to answer me." Ibu Citra muttered softly.

"Yes, what am I afraid of? I've never been afraid of anyone. I'm just afraid that my cards are blocked by Pram." Kailla answered the origin. Breezed into the house, leaving Mother Citra frozen on the porch of the house.

"Kai .. We haven't finished talking." Mother Citra shouted.

***

Tbc