The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 41

"Ste, please find a house or apartment that is not too far from the office." Pram who had just returned from lunch suddenly lowered the word to his secretary.

Behind the mature man, tailed Keisya with a perfect smile. How unhappy, Keisya is still half-in disbelief when Pram explains to him about the new house that Pram will prepare for him and the mother.

"Ready, Sir. Stella hurriedly stood up. A little confused about the occupancy that his superior meant.

"What's the house like, sir? What kind of apartment, sir?" Stella found out more.

Pram seemed to think. "House in a residential complex, has a car park. No need for two floors. A friendly and comfortable home for middle-aged women who are recovering. If the apartment .. make sure to take the unit on the lowest floor. Don't get too high that could make it difficult for mom's access to go anywhere." Prams explained.

"But, I personally recommend home over apartment." Pram glanced at Keisya who was smiling hearing his words.

"Just ask him," continued Pram, pointing towards Keisya. He refused to interfere too far and preoccupied himself with the office work that was waiting.

The sound of Pram's door closed, Stella examined Keisya who was standing while smiling sweetly. The girl played both of her eyebrows with a hue exuding pride. Of course Keisya was proud of himself when he became the golden son of a handsome company owner, understanding with a myriad of patience.

"Is it true that Mr. Pram cheated?" Stella looked at Keisya from head to toe.

It is no secret among RD Group employees about the closeness of Pram and High School children who often roam together at lunchtime. So far Stella is still positive and does not want to be dragged into issues that have not been proven. He knew Pram very well, his boss loved his son and his wife very much. It's impossible for Pram to have an affair like word of mouth has been circulating lately.

However, a request that hasn't been five minutes out of Pram's lips keeps Stella swept away in a suspicious vortex.

"What's been talking about the children downstairs right." Stella frowned, still staring at Keisya.

"Mom Boss, don't look at me like this. I'm so embarrassed." Keisya threw his butt in the chair, sitting comfortably in front of Stella.

"That house is for you?" Stella makes sure.

Keisya.

"I want an apartment, Boss. Let me choose for myself. Because my mother and I are going to live there" Keisya said.

"You're not flirting with Mr. Pram, are you?" todong Stella with ketus. If Keisya really teases his boss, he will not stay silent. As a fellow woman, she will defend Kailla.

Keisya shook his head, his face looked puzzled. "Om Pram himself wanted me and Mom to move out of the contract. We never asked for it, Boss Mom." Keisya.

Stella is still trying to figure it out, finding out the truth of Keisya's statement.

"You're not being a sugar baby, are you?" shoot Stella directly at the target.

Keisya was more confused. "Freasurefully that? You don't make me dizzy, Boss. My brain is unable to digest foreign terms. My thinking ability is not on par with my ability to create chaos" Keisya said innocently.

"Wedded Om-om storage thirsty touch young leaves. Dating with them, paid, cultivated, bought apartments, luxury goods, expensive phones, cars, monthly allowance with fantastic value and bonus sightseeing abroad." Stella blunt.

"Well, bad. You talk bad, your brain travels everywhere, Mrs Boss." Keisya poked his fingers right in front of Stella. Casually disregarding Stella's words and assuming the past wind.

Stella wonder. While sitting back, the secretary was still not satisfied to find out.

"Kei, where have you and Mr Pram been? Why do we go out together at lunchtime?"

"Lunch. Sometimes I look at the hospital." Keisya answered casually.

"You are not afraid of his wife Mr. Pram is angry. However, Mr. Pram is a married man." Stella tried to explain.

"Just going out to eat is wrong. I didn't take Om Pram. She'll still be her husband that shitty woman."

"Hush!" Stella flicked her hand, asking Keisya to stop talking.

"Seriously I am, Boss Mom. I don't like it." Keisya spoke bluntly.

"That's it, don't extend it." Stella finally gave up. Not wanting to argue that would make the problem twist everywhere.

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A few days later.

Pram seemed to wait in the car while leaning on the chair and closed his eyes. Bayu who have begun to be active again look out for lunch around where their car is parked.

That afternoon, Pram had an appointment to accompany Kailla and her mother looking for a dress in their family subscription boutique. As usual, Pram did not allow Kailla to determine for herself the dress to be worn at the company's anniversary celebrations. While sailing the wedding ark, none of Kailla's choices were endless with regret.

The man in the black shirt almost fell asleep as a slow knock on the car window teased him.

"Nuran ...."

Pram opened the car door and smiled welcoming his wife who was carrying Kentley.

"You brought the kids too." Before long, Pram got out of the car and greeted the youngest.

"Yes, take them for a walk."

"Mama's coming, right?" ask Pram again, spreading his gaze around. The man was looking for the whereabouts of his mother.

"There was. Already went inside with Bentley."

"Yes already. Come on, I gotta get back to the office, Kai. There's still an important meeting." Prams explained.

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While on the other hand, Ibu Citra looked pouted. A little different from Kailla who every time Pram rejected, the twilight woman was always nuggeted Pram. The five dresses she tried always got the same comment.

"Pram, how is this?" ask Mother Citra.

"Beautiful, Ma." Pram gave a quick glance and immediately let out his opinion.

Citra's mother was upset. Not yet had time to turn into the dressing room, Kailla had come out with a dress to all.

"Darling ... how?" kailla asked, turning around and showing off the beautiful dress that was now attached to her body.

"That's an extension, honey. You'll have trouble walking later." Pram explained his objection. "But .. is beautiful. You look seductive." Pram smiled, looking at Kailla unblinkingly.

Ibu Citra grew irritated when Pram commented on Kailla's dress in such detail. While commenting on her dress carelessly.

"Pram, isn't this too long you think?" Citra's mother tried to attract her son's attention.

Pram glanced at his mother at a glance. "It depends on Mama alone, I can't comment."

Ibu Citra is wide-eyed. "Your wife was commented at length, while Mama ...." Mother Citra shook her head, feeling unnoticed.

"Mama is old. Just wear a dress that makes you comfortable, Ma. Not seen from the outside. Whatever you wear will look beautiful at your age." Pram explained the reason.

"I can't comment, Mama. As long as Mama is comfortable, that's more than enough" continued Pram.

Ibu Citra did not continue her sentence, she was wide-eyed when she saw Kailla coming out of the dressing room in a beautiful dress dangling. Low chest cleavage makes Pram bulging. Not to mention when Kailla turned around, the golden-colored dress was unable to cover Kailla's smooth back.

"What is this?" Pram.

"Low cleavage, high thigh cleavage, back without cover. My God, the designer was sleeping while designing this dress to the upside down between the cleavage and the thigh" Pram continued.

"Here you go, Kai." Citra Mother

"I want this, honey." Kailla smiled looking at her in-laws. Ibu Citra also agreed with his choice.

"No! Choose another, as long as not this one," said Pram.

"Ah, Darling .. can you, huh?" Kailla walked over, bent over and kissed Pram's lips unabashedly.

Pram.

"It's pretty, honey," coaxed Kailla again.

"Stay no. Too pretty, I'm hard to take care of you." Pram smiles nosy.

"G ...." Kailla grumbled in annoyance.

"Kin, Bin." Please bring the kids." Pram handed the twins to the nanny. Since then, there was not a single dress attached to her heart. I don't know what Kailla's been doing since.

Walking in front of a row of dresses hanging neatly on the glass cabinet, Pram pointed at a few dresses that caught his attention. Kailla just tailed behind, not daring to protest.

"Darling ...." Kailla's hand suddenly hugged Pram's stomach tightly.

"Hm." Pram glanced back with the tail of his eyes as he felt Kailla being stuck on his back.

"I love you, but unfortunately the dress you chose is too out of date." Kailla whispered softly.

Pram stopped his steps. Suddenly turned around and locked Kailla with both hands. Two boutique employees who were clutching dresses seemed to stumble a smile.

"Could leave us a minute." Pram.

The two nodded and quietly left without speaking.

"Whatever my wife is wearing is perfect. No outdated terms."

"Ah, but ...."

"You choose, I will just nod or shake. Don't be too open, a little open is okay. Your husband wasn't very generous, until he turned his wife into everyone's spectacle."

"really? Can you be a little sexy? I also want to be the center of attention and look beautiful, dear." Kailla's face sparkled.

Pram nodded. Women have always been born that way, always adoring beauty. What can he do, other than secretly jealous. Not everyone has to follow the rules, sometimes Pram also has to give up. Kailla was too young when she married him, not content to enjoy the beauty of freedom.

"Yes!" Kailla jumped up and turned around immediately.

Kailla had not stepped up, Pram had hit his wife's buttocks while biting her lips.

"Let's hurry, I'll help you wear it in the dressing room. Must be fun inside." Pram smiled nosily as he glanced at the luxurious clock that coiled around his wrist.

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