The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 39

"Darling, I'll go home first." Kailla just finished pumping her acid. Walking with a cooler bag, she approached her husband who began to busy himself again with a pile of work.

"Aren't you waiting for me?" Pram takes his eyes off the computer screen and pulls Kailla closer to him.

The twins mother nodded. "My mother-in-law can shout again if I come home late. I may not be allowed into the house." Kailla chuckled later.

Pram is seen raising both eyebrows, slightly pushing his chair back, the man gives way and pulls Kailla sitting on his lap.

"Aah!" kailla protested, almost dropping the cooler bag in her hand.

The 25-year-old woman screamed in shock, Pram pulled her hand suddenly, then locked her body with a possessive hug.

"Let's ask Mama." Pram grabs the phone, swipes the screen and makes a video call with Ibu Citra.

"We see .. what Mama dared to nag her favorite daughter-in-law," said Pram, dropping her chin on Kailla's shoulder.

The ringing sounds felt so long. Tut .. tut .. tut.

Pram grabbed Kailla's polo shirt collar and kissed his wife's neckline as her mother's face appeared to fill the screen.

"Oh my God, Pram. You called me just to show your affection and Kailla?" nagel Mother image upset.

"Oh, I've been waiting too long for you to receive a call, so play around a little with Kailla." Pram smiled nosily staring at the phone standing next to the computer.

"What's wrong? Ibu Citra still remains taut.

"Kailla's birthday. What would you like to give her a gift?" Pram suddenly asked.

Sontak Kailla looked back, looking at her husband who was so blunt. He had no intention of asking for a gift from his father-in-law. All this time, he had no shortage. Pram always gives every one he asks.

"Darling ..." Kailla protest.

"Sstt, don't be noisy. Let me take care of it for you." Pram kissed Kailla's lips at a glance. Without shame even in the presence of Mother Citra.

Ibu Citra looked shaken. As a mother, she knew how her son behaved.

"Ma ... want to buy what gift for my wife?" todong Pram, smiling nosy.

"Kai, Mama doesn't know that you have a birthday. What do you want to buy? Later Mama will ask Kinar to accompany you to find your gift."

"No need, Ma."

"No need, Ma."

Pram and Kailla answered simultaneously, both looking at each other and laughing.

"Kailla doesn't want anything, Ma. Your daughter-in-law is never lacking. He just lacks your affection. Can't you nag too often? That's the most beautiful gift for your favorite daughter-in-law."

Mom Citra's eyeballs glared. He did not deny it yet, his son was back.

"Eits, I just asked not to protest and nag my wife. Mama started it again." Pram pointed his index finger, nosily teasing the mother.

"Mama did nothing. Why are you protesting?" Ibu Citra protested.

"Mama's eyes were glaring, my wife thought that Mama would nag her."

Deg-Mother Citra swallows saliva. He was upset and ate the heart every time he argued with his son. There's just a Pram sentence to silence him.

"Ma, when talking to my wife .. less glaring and more smiles. So Kailla didn't misunderstand. She did call you Mama, just like me. But, she wasn't born from your womb any different from mine. When Mama glares or says harshly, it must have reached her heart. Different from me. Since inside Mama's stomach I've been used to hearing your nagging, Ma." Pram chuckled.

Kaila was silent, staring at Pram without who was sitting on his lap without blinking.

"Ma, if Mama is upset with him or Kailla does something that is not in your best interest, tell me. I'll take care of my wife. Because I'm her husband. I was given the job by her father to educate and love Kailla when I asked for her blessing to be my wife."

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"Darling, I'm fine." Kailla rubs Pram's cheek. He was amazed to hear Pram's words.

"Sstt, I'm seducing Mama to get your card" Pram said, whispering.

Long silent, Mother Citra finally replied. "Yes." Yeah."

"Well, if your mom agrees. Kailla wants to get her first gift. Today ... she came home late. Mama doesn't mind, does she?" Pram immediately shot at the target.

"You're having fun."

Back Mother Citra flabbergasted.

"Today's Kailla's birthday, so she's gonna have fun all day. Ok?" ask Pram.

Mom Citra's shoulder gagged, she replied slowly. "Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, I'll turn it off, Ma. Remember ... smile." Pram repeated.

Mother Citra's lips curved, trying to smile sweetly.

"Ma, if you smile like this, your beauty increases. I'm sure Kailla will love you even more. He will not hesitate to give you another grandchild. As your birthday."

"really?" ask Mother Citra. Her face was shining happily. For a long time she wanted Kailla to get pregnant and give her another grandchild. However, all this time he had to harbour his wish. Pram has confirmed that Kailla does not want to get pregnant and give birth again.

"Ask your daughter-in-law, Ma. He must have agreed. What can't Kailla do for you." Pram smears a smile. Trouble persuading Kailla, his wife refuses to get pregnant again.

Kailla glared and looked at Pram while muttering. "I don't want to, honey."

"You don't see Mama's face. It's not me who wants it but Mama." Pram held back his smile so as not to be seen.

Kailla was silent for a moment and finally replied. "Yes, Ma." Her fingers were pinching her husband's thighs at the table, Kailla venting her frustration.

"Yes, already. Bye." Pram turned off his phone connection and chuckled to find his wife's pouting face.

"I don't want to get pregnant anymore." Kailla confirmed after the phone connection was cut off.

"Once again. After that .. I won't force." Pram tried to persuade.

"I don't want to. I'm just going home."

Kaila got up from her husband's lap. A thin kiss was draped on Pram's lips. "I'm coming home now. Poor kids at home. They must have missed me" broke up Kailla.

"So .. You don't want to have fun with me?"

"No. I'm leaving now."

"Want me to take you down?" tawar Pram, still trying to hold his wife's arm.

"No, Love you, darling."

"Love you, too." Pram squeezed, staring at Kailla's back disappearing from behind the door.

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Kaila left, changing Keisya who entered without excuse. The girl in the school uniform walked over.

"Nr ...."

"Yes? You haven't come home yet?" Pram raised his gaze.

"No, Om. I ... want to retrieve the signed file."

"Oh ...." Pram thrust the stack of files forward so Keisya could easily retrieve them. After that, he focused on the job.

"Of." Keisya called while hugging the file.

"Yes, what's wrong?" tanya Pram linked her hands together on the table, listening.

"My mom wants to meet with me. Can it be ...."

"Today can't, Shay. Om's wife's birthday and we have to celebrate together. Om gotta go home fast. Tomorrow, lunchtime, Om will see your mother" Pram dropped out.

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