The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 36

Day after day passed by so quickly, the relationship between in-laws and daughter-in-law slowly improved. The ice walls that were built up both began to melt. As if there was a mutual agreement, Ibu Citra slowly relented. Likewise, Kailla, the mother of the twins, fosters more patience each faced with her in-laws.

ASI which had been clogged some time ago, became a lesson for both. The young and the old both lower the ego for the good of the twins.

Pram, the man is much more at home and enjoys time with family. Not as often home the night as before. In addition to Kailla and Ibu Citra, Pram was also slapped. Learning from the incident, Pram chose to pay more attention to Kailla and her children.

That morning, everyone was ready to do their own activities. Kailla, who will leave for campus after preparing breakfast and ASI companion food for her children, looks out of the walk in closet with a casual look. A white polo shirt with light blue pencil jeans is enhanced with a mini-sized bag that hangs across his chest.

He approached Pram who was standing in front of the dressing table, busy buttoning his work shirt.

"Kai, what time are you home from college today?" pram asked as Kailla's footsteps approached him.

"Why?" kailla asked, wrapping her hands together affectionately around her husband's neck. His gaze was fixed on the chest of the newly partially closed Pram field.

"I'm fascinated, honey." Kailla said softly, her eyes locked on her husband's naked body.

Pram chuckled as he looked at Kailla's seductive expression that looked at her as if she was ready to prey. His wife seemed to sweep the pink lip with the tip of her tongue. "You're so impatient to pounce on me, ma'am." Pram commented while smacking a smile.

Honestly speaking, one of her favorites from Kailla was this kind of defiant attitude of Kailla. His wife is always smart to tease, spoiled and behave naughty when they are alone. In fact, Kailla never shyly asks first or seduces him every time he wants more warmth from her.

"You're grateful that I have to go to college. Otherwise, I'll make sure you're exhausted, honey." Kailla looked at Pram with starving eyes. She knew her husband liked her mischief.

Pram was laughing again. "I have a surprise for you. Have Sam drive you to the office after college." Pram removes the fingers from the buttons of his shirt and asks Kailla to finish for him.

Kailla's face was sparkling happily. Every Pram talks about surprises, there will definitely be his favorite items that Pram presents for him. Her husband is understanding and always knows what he wants. Sometimes, Kailla doesn't have to ask, Pram has already realized everything in his dream, granting whatever comes through his mind.

"What's that?" kailla asked curiously, starting to button one by one the remaining Pram shirt buttons. The finger lentic with pink nail dye was looking down the shirt from the bottom up. Deftly unzipped her husband's black pants and helped put the shirt tip into them

"You're gonna love it. I'm sure." Pram smiled, enjoying being served Kailla like a king. He could feel Kailla tidying up his shirt and then fitting a belt.

"Bag again?" kailla asked, staring at Pram at a glance before grabbing the tie located on the dresser.

"M." Mmm." Pram. She smiled as she saw Kailla wrap a black tie around her neck. The man resigned as Kailla pulled him over and gave him a kiss on the lips. Little biting, Kailla sucked her tongue toying for a moment in Pram's mouth.

"Jewelry?" guess Kailla after taking her kiss off. He seemed to be playing both of his eyebrows and smelling smiles. He was curious about the surprise Pram would give him.

"Name a surprise too." Pram hugged Kailla's waist. "If you're told now, it's not a surprise anymore, dear," continued Pram, winking one eye..

"Ah .. You make me not concentrate on learning later." Kailla is making a tie knot around Pram's neck and ending it without much drama. "perfect. You're so handsome, Reynaldi Pratama." Kaila put her hands back on her husband's neck possessively and kissed her finely-decorated lips on it.

Walking hand-in-hand down the stairs, Pram and Kailla are like teenagers who are being struck by romance. No one expected that their marriage would enter its sixth year any minute. Both are like newlyweds.

As soon as he set foot into the dining room, the hysterical screams of the twins greeted his parents to enliven the morning.

"Dadad .. dada .. didi." Kentley chattered from his seat accompanied by his nanny.

Beda Kentley, different again with the eldest Bentley. The boy was calmer, eating breakfast. A bowl of crushed corn, salmon and broccoli.

"Morning, Children." Pram releases his hand on Kailla and approaches her two sons. He kissed both of them looking adorable this morning.

"Daddy's kids are smart to eat now." Pram patted the twins' heads alternately.

Pram felt his life was perfect. Having an amazing wife like Kailla. Beautiful, attractive and most importantly very spoiled and dependent on it. Kailla's love and dependency make their relationship even closer. She felt useful as a husband, she felt needed as a man. For that reason too, Pram did not demand Kailla to be an independent woman, because usually independent women never ask.

Pram wants to be a real husband, who gives without being asked. And, Pram prefers Kailla who needs her to do even the smallest thing. He likes Kailla who is just for a dressing or a towel will yell at him from the bathroom. Pram likes Kailla who when she loses something and makes her the first person to share and lean on.

In addition to Kailla, God also presents her cute, adorable and growing children every day. There are new things that his wife and two caregivers report every time he comes home from work. The Bentley who started to crawl smoothly or the Kentley who began to learn to stand and propagate.

He was grateful that at a young age, God gave him a perfect life. Careers, family and loyal people stood by him.

"Boss ...."

"Boss ...."

There was a familiar voice that had long disappeared from their residence. Pram jerking. "Wood?"

"That's Bayu's voice, right?" Pram rushed out. He could not wait to see if his hearing was wrong.

And sure enough, as his feet stepped on the porch of the house, he saw Bayu with a shabby look walking towards him.

"Babies!" pram shouted, getting off the porch of the house and hugging his beloved assistant tightly.

"You're finally home. Meet your wife and daughter now. I'll report to you later." Pram patted Bayu's shoulder and smiled happily.

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