The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 38

Keisya walked out of the Pram room with a sullen face. Initial intentions wanted to retrieve the signed file, but Keisya came out empty-handed. He snorted annoyed when he threw his buttocks back sitting in front of the secretary of the leader.

"Oh!" Keisya was still getting upset in his own way, provoking big questions in Stella's mind.

"What's wrong?" stella asked, confused. "Where's the paperwork?" continued the adult girl in the light yellow work suit.

"No, that's. I haven't asked Om yet. Suddenly someone broke in and mastered Om who was lying on the sofa. You're shameless." Keisya grumbled, recalling the hot kiss that was still swirling in his brain and reluctant to leave.

Stella laughs. "Either, I said knock on the door before you go in."

"It's not my fault, it should be that flirtatious woman who knocks on the door and doesn't barge in. Not polite!" Keisya. Pram ignores him when Kailla arrives. It seems invisible and considered.

All this time, Pram always paid attention to him. No matter how bad he behaved, Pram patiently served him. However, when Kailla comes along, everything changes. Normally, Pram would greet with a warm smile, but Pram had just ignored him.

Back chuckling, Stella flicked at Keisya's forehead. Sometimes interns are annoying, but not infrequently Keisya also looks funny when complaining.

"Hush! The flirty woman was Pak Pram's wife. Don't overdo it, Kei." Stella's still advising.

"Yes, I know. I saw it." Keisya's shoulder gagged.

"What do you see?" Stella smelled a smile. Without even asking, he could already guess what Keisya saw. He had long been Pram's secretary, was full to see the intimacy of a husband and wife who provoked envy.

Keisya raised his gaze, his net clashing with the adult female before him.

"Woman ...."

"Mrs. Call her Madam. Mr. Pram prefers office people to call his wife Madam or Mother" Stella said.

"I saw the woman jump on top of the body of Om Pram who was lying on the sofa. Just like a child. Then ... You know Mrs Boss ...." Keisya advanced his face and whispered, telling what he saw inside earlier. The girl in the gray uniform shuddered, remembering how Kailla had mastered and devoured her husband to the point of not picking.

"Either, the next time you're dealing with Mr. Boss and Mr. Boss, get out of the way. Both are so." Stella reminded.

"Little kids like you don't understand that kind of relationship yet. They're married, legal. Moreover, this is Mr. Pram's office. As long as they do it in a closed place and do not interfere with the public interest" continued Stella.

Keisya showed a flat face, trying to digest Stella's advice for him.

"The woman ... I mean his wife Om Pram, what's her name?" Keisya with his sassy.

"Kailla. Wh why? Don't be disrespectful to her. Mr. Pram doesn't like it. You know, Mr. Pram loves his wife very much. Whatever the lady asks, must be obeyed. Mrs Kailla was spoiled and got great love from Mr. Pram."

Keisya.

"New car in front .. have you seen it? It was a gift from Mr. Pram for his wife. Not to mention, bags, shoes, jewelry."

"How do you know, Boss Ma'am?" keisya asked started to drag. Curious to make the girl ask a lot of questions.

"I'm always asked to find him. Must know all about the classy taste of the Madam. Mr. Pram will not hesitate to spend money for his wife. The car in front of it, you know how much it costs?"

Keisya.

"I'm going to be able to pay for a lifetime with my current salary. I can continue the installments to the afterlife." Stella chuckles.

Keisya. "Himply, Om Pram never bothered me every time I asked for pocket money. Even my mom is sick, Om Pram bears all the expenses. Including our living expenses and my school. Om Pram also promised to pay for my college." Keisya told me proudly.

Stella's swerving. All this time, he had no idea of knowing until this detail. "Seriously?"

Keisya. "Means ... Om Pram's money is a lot."

Stella agreed.

Keisya. I never dreamed of having a life like this. Suddenly, his father gets into an accident and within seconds, his life changes. Enter the world of Pram who is struggling with treasure, not worrying about money for food and school. Take a ride down a luxury car, where Pram himself drives and he has a chance to sit next to him.

No one would protest if he skipped school, but Pram didn't. The grown man will nag him. No one complained if he was disrespectful, but Pram was different. The man will remind her patiently. He felt that someone loved him. Even his father used to not care about all his mischief. Can only nag.

"What kind of wife Om Pram?" ask Keisya to find out.

"Still in college."

"Well, his age is not much different from mine. It turns out he's young." Keisya. Back he remembered with Pram and Kailla's hot kiss on the sofa.

"Don't think things through. If you don't want your life to suffer. Mr. Pram's wife if the rampage is more terrible than a hungry lion." Stella again touched Keisya's forehead. The smile of the girl before him looked naughty and nosy.

***

"What's going on? Why lie on the couch, honey?" Kailla came down from the top of Pram's stomach.

"My head is dizzy, Kai. It's been a week of frequent dizziness." Pram took his seat.

"Darling, have you eaten?" kailla asked to sit next to Pram and rested her head on her husband's shoulder.

"It has. We ate at our restaurant. I took Keisya with me too." Pram told me honestly.

"Oh yeah, where's that bad boy going? I saw him standing there." Kailla pointed her index finger at where Keisya was standing. He remembered clearly and had nudged Keisya's shoulder while running in.

Kailla is too happy to forget Keisya's existence.

"Leave it." Pram grabs Kailla's shoulder and takes her into a warm crib.

The two sat down side by side, staring straight ahead. "Mother Keisya is better? Still hospitalized?" ask Kailla again.

"It's much better. It's just that every week still have to control to the hospital. But Donny took care of it. I only visit him occasionally."

"You know, Kai. Sometimes I see you in him. Your old naughtiness is now turning to him. Honestly, I could have just closed my eyes and ignored Keisya and his mother. But I remember the old me. I have also been difficult and lived on the streets, much more miserable than them. I can be like now, because Riadi picked me up. And, I think .. it never hurts if I do the same good. Let's just say a little good, won't diminish what we have today." Pram took a long breath. He hoped that Kailla would understand his way of thinking.

"I believe in you. You may be my husband, but a Pram is like a father to me. If a husband could hurt his wife, a father wouldn't hurt his son." Kailla turned her face, looking at Pram. A second later, she hugged and kissed her husband on the cheek.

"I don't care what you're doing out there. I give you full trust, honey. But, don't make me, Mama and the kids aside. Please do whatever you think is good. I know ... My husband is not just mine. Reynaldi Pratama belongs to the crowd."

"My husband was only mine when he played my husband. When alone and sharing a blanket on the bed. But in certain moments ..my husband also belongs to my in-laws. Should I be angry and jealous when I see my husband hugged and kissed by my mother-in-law? Should I not accept that my husband fulfills all my in-laws' wishes? Should I be jealous when my husband shares his love for my mother-in-law?"

Pram is shocked to find Kailla's statement.

"Do I have to be jealous when I see you locked up in this room alone with Stella all day. Even the two cars, eating at the restaurant are both waiting for clients. Even I know, Stella served you in the office, prepared your food and drink, tidied up your work coat. Even your daily life is more with Stella than with me."

Pram smiled, pecking at Kailla's head.

"really? Why is my little wife so mature? On the one hand I am happy, but on the other hand I am not willing. I miss persuading you when I'm angry. I miss seeing this face scowl and protest at me."

"I just try to love myself with a positive mind and avoid unproven assumptions. I try to keep my household by putting my jealousy in place. I can't live in excessive jealousy."

Pram suddenly hugged Kailla tightly. There was a sip on his chest when he learned of the great trust Kailla had placed in him.

"But don't let me down!" threaten Kailla in between Pram's arms.

"Yes, honey." Pram tightened his embrace. Can't be expressed in words, how much love he has for Kailla.

"Honey, why is your perfume different? It smells weird than usual." Suddenly Kailla interrupted.

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Tbc