The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 29

Pram hurried to leave the meeting room, shortly after dispersing his subordinates. He plans to go to the hospital to make sure that Ms. Keisya is okay. Honestly, he felt sorry to see the teenage girl having to face everything alone.

Initially, he did all this for Bayu's sake and responsibility. But the more things change here. Diving into the life of the Mother and the child, her little heart was called. This is no longer because of an accident that took the life of the head of the family, not also a matter of easing Bayu's sentence, but rather humanity. His little heart was touched, his conscience was pinched.

If only limited responsibility and for the sake of Bayu, he does not need to be dizzy. Send an assistant and just give Mother Keisya a stack of money and the problem is over. But it's more than that. Pram felt called to educate Keisya, felt touched by old women, in the middle of his diseased body still had to slam bones to support their small family.

"Don, we're going to the hospital!" tell Pram when you get in the car. Donny had been waiting for his presence in front of the lobby.

To the hospital again?

The question only gathered in Donny's mind, he could not speak out other than to agree to his employer's request.

"Good, sir."

"Previously, stop by at a restaurant. Buy lunch, wrapped for three people.”Pram reigns.

"Good, sir." Donny said without much protest.

***

Pram stepped in gallantly into Mother Keisya's treatment room. The condition of the old woman was much better, although it could not be said to improve. In the corner of the room, Keisya was lying on the sofa enjoying a smart phone in his hand. Seeing Pram enter, he hurriedly tidied up his way of sitting. It could be a long matter if Pram to protest. In addition to comfort, his pocket money was threatened. He was happy enough, the presence of the adult man he called Om made his life and the mother changed drastically. Moreover, Pram takes care of all things for them.

"Nr ...." Keisya. Teenagers are much more polite than early acquaintances.

"Om bring you lunch." Pram said a brief greeting, his gaze shifting towards the hospital bed. "Mom still not aware?" pram asked, walking closer to Keisya.

"Not yet, Om." Keisya unpacked the package that Pram put on the table.

This treatment room is comfortable, Pram does choose a room with the best facilities for Ms. Keisya.

"From tomorrow, back to school! Om's gonna find someone to look after your mom." Pram explained, looking at Keisya who started to dismantle the mica box with a happy sparkling face. There was Keisya's favorite food, the girl looked so happy.

"I don't want to go to school. I'll just take care of Mom, Om." Keisya.

Pram who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly shifted his eyes. The eyes of the man turned ghastly.

"When to start PKL? Have you called Stella?" pram asked, not caring about Keisya's request.

"A few more days, Om." Keisya answered ketus, put his favorite Javanese fried noodles into the mouth. All day, he ate from the hospital canteen. There was no menu that could shake his tongue.

"Don't ditch anymore. Om will stop your allowance if your achievements decline this semester."

"No, Om. I was last in class. Where else to go?"

Keisya's answer made Pram stumble. Even the girl said it casually, as if without any burden at all. It's worse than his wife. Pram thinks, in this world only his extraordinary Kailla, it turns out that Kailla is nothing. Keisya was twice as bad as his wife.

Pram grabs the remaining mica box on the table. He also had to fill his stomach with lunch before returning to the office to resume activities.

The mature man had just put the first mouthful into his mouth as his phone rang startlingly in silence.

"What's up, Ma?" Pram asked after swallowing his food.

"Pram, get home now. Your wife ... Kaila ...." Ibu Citra told me while crying bitterly.

"Yes, what's wrong with Kailla?" ask Pram. His mind has wandered far away. He left Kailla all night and had only met for a while, he had to return to the office.

"Your wife ... Prams. He's making it hard for me to meet my grandchildren." Ibu Citra started her story amidst sobs. The sound of the breath of the twilight woman was intermittent, holding back the turmoil of her feelings.

"Well!" Kailla's fine, right?" tanya Pram took off the mica box in her hand and got up from her seat.

Keeping the phone away from the ear while according to the black device meeting with the palm of the hand, Pram spoke with Keisya.

"Omm excuse me. Got business. If there's anything, you can call Om or Donny." Pram sauntered out of the treatment room curiously stifling in his mind. He did not care about Keisya's astonished gaze.

***

Reynaldi Pratama Residence.

A black car broke into the yard of a house filled with construction workers. There was sand, cement and red brick lying in the courtyard. Sand and cement dust flying in the sea breeze mixed with the hot afternoon sunlight, radiating right in the crown.

On the porch of Pram's magnificent house, Ibu Citra was sitting on the dirty floor crying. He refused to return home, watching the workers who put up the bricks with tears. The concrete fence was already installed to knee-high. Not far from the workers, Sam seemed to stand in fear when he saw the arrival of his employer. He was asked by Kailla to supervise the workers and ensure that the guardrail was installed and completed before dusk.

"Pram, please Mama .. your wife is over."

When I saw Pram get off the car, Ibu Citra's cry sounded louder. The woman with long hair curled up from the origin squeezed her chest, pouring out the feeling of being trampled on by the beloved daughter-in-law.

"You saw your Kailla behavior. Mama can't be treated like this, Pram. Mom is old, just wants to enjoy old age with my grandkids. Your wife won't allow Mama. If you knew it would be like this, Mama would rather just die." Ibu Citra roared loudly. The intonation is getting higher. He hoped his son would be moved and would defend him.

"Wake, Ma. Why are you crying here?" Pram helped his mother rise. The embrace of that weakened old body.

"Let's go inside. Why cry here, just shame!" omel Pram, demanding that Ibu Citra enter the house.

“Mama won't enter, Pram. Later your wife kicked Mama again.” Ibu Citra reasoned.

Pram chuckled. “My wife? Kailla loves you the most. He can't possibly kick you out, Ma.” Prams explained.

“No, Pram. Its serious. Kailla ...”

“Already, Ma. I understand Kailla well. He couldn't have bitten if he hadn't piqued.”

“Indeed you think I'm a'jing, can bite!” Kailla's voice cuts. The mother of the twins was already standing on the steps of the house towards the second floor with both hands bent at the waist.

***

Tbc