The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 30

Pram carved a smile on his face when he found Kailla, who was wearing a sullen face, standing at the end of the stairs and looking at him cynically.

"Ma, we'll talk about it later. Mama went home first. I'm sure that if Mama and Kailla are together, they'll have a long argument and there'll be no way out."

"Pram ...." There is a tone of rejection in the short sentence Mother Citra. Honestly, he objected. He feels entitled to vote, express his opinion at this time. Pram should know that he refused the guardrail that Kailla was building.

"Mama won't go home. Mama wants to stay here to make sure you stop Kailla. Mama doesn't want to, mama wants to be with her grandkids all the time. Bentley and Kentley it's your son, Mama's grandson." Ibu Citra clasped Pram's arm, pleading.

"Yes, they are my sons too. I carried it in my stomach for nine months. I gave them life in the womb. I also have the right to determine with whom my sons met." Kailla heard me talking. He won't give up anymore.

"But they are also the sons of Pram. If there's no Pram, they won't be in your stomach. If it's not Pram ...."

"Are only Mom's sons able to? Is it only Pram who can?" cut off Kailla, still not willing to lose the debate.

Pram's eyeballs rounded when he heard Kailla's last sentence. "Kailla ..." he said in a soft, sluggish tone, but with emphasis.

"Sorry ...." Kailla lowered her head, understanding her momentary error.

"Ma, go home, take a break. Mama also needs ammo to strike back at my wife, right?"

Citra's mother shook her head. "Mama doesn't want to. Later after Mama rested, the fence was already as high as the head. How is Mama's fate? Can't see your two favorite mama anymore."

"Believe in your son. I want to persuade Kailla first. I promise ... Mama won't lose her grandkids." Pram promised.

Holding the hand of Mother Citra, Pram asked Sam to take her mother home.

"Brah!"

"Please take Mama home. And ... please stop for a while. I'm negotiating with Kailla" Pram said. He could have made an uncompromising decision with his wife, but that was not the best course.

He did not want to be considered a selfish husband, chose to persuade and Kailla herself who voluntarily stopped the construction of the guardrail was better than he and Kailla quarreled because of his presumptuous attitude. Being the husband of Kailla Riadi Dirgantara Pratama, he must be smart to position himself. With others, he can decide things by commanding at will, but not for those related to Kailla.

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Pram was in the study, watching CCTV footage from his laptop. He needs to figure out what really happened before taking a stand. The mature man's face looked serious, sometimes smiling to digest the words thrown by his two favorite women recorded by CCTV cameras

Kailla, the young mother was sitting on the sofa with a pouting face. Both hands fold on the chest. There was not a single smile on his lips.

"Kai, don't be angry anymore. Forgive Mama." Pram closes his laptop screen and walks over to Kailla. He understands now what's happening.

Throwing his body next to his wife, Pram tries to dampen the emotion that is burning Kailla.

"I love you. Don't be angry again, honey. Mom is just worried about our household. Exaggerated, but his name is old. Mama just wants the best for us and the kids." Pram starts while embracing Kailla's shoulder. Bringing his wife into a soothing warm embrace.

"Mama loved you so much that she didn't realize she hurt you." Prams explained.

Kailla's eyes widened, unable to accept Pram's words that sounded unreasonable.

"Darling? If it's a pity, Mama won't hurt me with her words," Kailla's cerocos, still pouting.

"Because of that ... Mama loves you too much. Mama can't lose you. Mama's afraid we're separated. If Mama doesn't like you, Mama's gonna ask us to get a divorce."

"Mama's words hurt, dear."

"One day you'll be in Mama's position. If our children were to grow up .. You would know, what Mama is feeling right now." Pram peeps at Kailla's head, savoring the lemony scent in his wife's tanned hair. He understood, Kailla must be hurt.

"But .. I'm not having an affair." Kailla is not satisfied.

"I believe you, Kai. Don't worry about what others think of you. Enough I believe you. This is our household. Close your ears to other people's comments, most importantly your husband's opinion. We can't make everyone believe in us. Moreover, you have a story ...." Pram stopped talking. He doesn't want to remind Kailla of his wife's infidelity and past mistakes. It will only make Kailla discouraged and disappointed in the midst of the struggle to become a better person again.

"We can't change the past, Kai. What else is a bad past. Not just for you, it applies to everyone. If you are kind, few people will remember it, if you make a mistake. That's a lesson for you going forward. If you do not want to get entangled in this feeling, think again before stepping. Not only you, but that applies to me too. What we did yesterday, today and maybe tomorrow .. will affect children as well."

Kailla shed tears. Being reminded of the mistakes of the past makes him slumped and entangled in endless guilt. Although Pram has forgiven him, his little heart still often regret.

"That's what I've been feeling all along. You certainly know clearly the mistake first when with Anita. If I could repeat, I might choose not to have a relationship with him." Pram tightens hug.

"So if you realize your mistake and intend to change, when you behave like that please be understood. It's not because Mama hates you, but Mama tried to give you a chance even if it wasn't easy for Mama. At the time of your handsome lecturer's presence, Mama's doubts reappeared." Prams explained.

Kailla looked up, looking at Pram from the sidelines.

"But thank you. To this day .. You still believe me. If another wife has gone berserk if her husband does not return home. And you gave me more confidence."

Kailla shut up and looked down. The mother of the twins chose not to talk much and digest her husband's speech.

"I want to see Mama. After that, I still have to go to the office. Don't think. Where's kids?" pram asked, wiping Kailla's tears with her fingertips.

"In the playroom."

"I will not stop the construction of the fence. Already been. But if you think my words are right, please make a door for Mama so that Mama can still come to our house." Pram kissed Kailla's forehead for a moment and said goodbye.

"I love you, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara Pratama. Don't be angry again, honey. Not all problems should be solved by throwing hurtful words at each other."

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