The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 42
Kailla's eyes sparkled beautifully, staring at her reflection in front of the narrow dressing room mirror. Aged with Pram who is also staring in the same direction.
"That's it," break up Pram, smiling. The two hands of the man were coiled around the slender waist of his wife. "You can also buy the previous dress" added Pram.
"Seriously?" Staring at Pram from the mirror, Kailla asked for certainty.
"Yes." Yeah." Pram nodded. "Just stay in the room."
Pram's next speech made Kailla pout.
"Why? No like?" whispered Pram, tightening his embrace. Pram's kiss on Kailla's bulging right cheek.
Kailla's lips pursed, sending a sharp glare through the mirror. She could see her husband's shoulders shaking slowly looking at her.
"The woman is mine, of course it must follow my rules." Pram's index finger pointed towards the mirror, pointing towards Kailla's reflection.
Kailla's red lips grow frowning. "Why waste money if it should only be worn in the room?" Kailla grumbling.
Pram chuckled.
"Indeed .. Do you want who saw it? Who you want to draw attention to in your open dress. Wasn't I kind enough to let you take her home." Pram reasoned.
"Oh!" Kailla grunted in annoyance.
"I don't not allow you to look beautiful, but not by showing off everything. Try to calculate how much I lose, if my wife breezed with the dress earlier at the company's birthday celebration. I'm not that generous, honey."
"All women want to look beautiful in front of everyone" Kailla said, upset.
It sounded Pram sighing long and smiling wryly.
"Try to count my losses, madam. I spent a lot of money on these expensive dresses, had to let my wife be everyone's spectacle. Ckckck .. I paid dearly for all this and still have to share it with another man. This is so unfair, Madam." Pram bit his wife's cheek. Kailla's look was adorable at the time of the protest as it is now.
Kaila turned around, putting her hands around her husband's neck. "If I look stunning, if I'm in the spotlight of all eyes .. shouldn't you be proud," Kailla said, playing her eyeballs.
"I'm carrying your big name, honey. If your wife looks beautiful, everyone will only call me Reynaldi Pratama's wife, not Kailla Riadi Dirgantara." Kailla reasoned.
The cup!
"This lips are smart to seduce." Pram kissed his wife's lips at a glance.
"It can be protesting and fighting back. Wear what you feel comfortable. I personally don't mind. Just a little jealous."
"So can? That one?" Kaila made sure she didn't hear wrong.
"May, but there's a condition ...."
"Huh?" Kailla. "Other conditions?" ask Kailla.
"Paste me all the way through the show. So that I can feel pride when people praise my wife. At least ... I'm not in a terrible loss." Pram chuckled.
Bugh. The punch landed on Pram's shoulder.
"It's not for me, ma'am, it's also for your own good. Do you know what, Kai? This guy you call old, is still a high selling point out there. If you don't believe me, try offering it to young girls." Pram biting lips. He really enjoyed Kailla's change in look that turned frantic. There was a clear hint of jealousy. Of course, he's happy. Jealousy is a sign that love is still great for her.
"Dare to mess with me, don't call me Kailla Riadi Dirgantara" Kailla threatened, clenching her hands.
"If at the age of 25 you enter your golden age, men also have time, dear. Don't think getting younger is better." Pram smears a smile. Seeing his wife upset, he was getting more heated up.
"The '40s are in their golden years, dear. Mature in everything. Mature financially and thoughtfully. The ages at which these men can give comfort are more than just the words love and affection, but how to show love in real action. The establishment? Sure oes. If in their 20s 30s, they are just struggling, still waking up. By the age of 40, some men are stable at work. Aren't you afraid that your husband might be taken by another woman?" Pram back teasing.
Two consecutive blows landed on Pram's shoulders with pursed lips. "Dare to mess with me .. will know the consequences." Kailla threatened.
"The age at which men not only give red roses picked in neighboring gardens or ordered from florists. At this age, men usually give something much more valuable. Jewelry, home, car, deposits, outbound streets, shopping." Pram chuckles when Kailla reaches into his wallet.
"You want what, Kai?"
"You're blocking all your cards. Looks like ... From now on, I'll give you a monthly ration. So you can't squander it with another woman." Kailla looked serious. "I'll limit it" continued Kailla.
Pram laughs. "The money in the wallet and the card is nothing, dear. There are still limits. The one in that company you should have confiscated, honey. That's no limit. As long as the company is running, it will continue to grow and grow. Just don't go out of business." Pram explained seriously while glancing at the clock on his wrist.
"Do you have to go to the office?" ask Kailla.
Pram nodded.
"I want to buy Naina a dress, and ask Pieter to hand it over. Can you?" kailla asked, asking for permission and turned around.
"Please open the zipper, honey," asked Kailla again.
Pram according. "Whatever, Kai. Just don't interfere too much in the personal affairs of Pieter and Naina. Enough Ricko and Rikka, not everyone wants you to pair."
Kailla smiled and nodded. "Your beloved daughter? Want to buy it too?" tawar Kailla's.
"Keisyah. Would you buy it too?" kailla.
"Just give it up to you, Kai."
Kailla was seen thinking as she lowered her dress and let it wander up to her ankles.
"Oh my God, what is this ordeal?" Pram said quietly, swallowing the saliva as it was presented with a scene that shook his faith.
"You're lucky, Kai. If you're not at the boutique, I guarantee you won't be able to escape my clutches." Pram grabbed Kailla from behind.
"Get me what dress?" kailla asked confusedly.
"Whatever. I don't interfere with other people's appearances. My duty is to ensure my wife's appearance." Pram stared fixedly at Kailla who was wearing underwear from the mirror reflection.
"I bought you a dress .. em ...." Kailla tapped her lips with the tip of her index. He seems to think hard.
"Just adjust to her age, Kai. Keisya is still a teenager. Leave it to Stella, let my secretary take care of it." Pram advises.
"Well, I'll leave it to Stella, leave Naina's dress to Pieter."
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A few days later, at the RD Group office.
"This is for you." Stella thrust a box containing a green tosca dress on Keisya. On the table there are still two boxes of the same size.
"This what?" Keisya was puzzled, opening a golden ribbon knot located at the top of the box.
"From Madam. It was left to Bayu to be divided."
Keisya was aghast as the box cover opened "Well, that's beautiful, Boss Mom." Keisya hugged her dress happily.
"Thank you, Boss."
"That's from Miss Kailla. Just say thank you to her, ma'am" Stella said.
"And that, Boss Ma'am?" ask Keisya curiously.
"It's mine and Naina."
"Can I see it?" ask Keisya.
"Later on, working hours" Stella refused.
Keisya was still hugging her gift dress as Pram walked over while holding the phone in his left hand.
"Nr ...." Keisya screeched as he saw Pram walking towards him.
Pram had not yet answered, the girl ran and grabbed Pram's wrist.
"Thank you for the dress. Send it to ...." Keisya is confused as to what to call on Kailla.
"Call my wife Madam or Mother." Pram.
"Ah, say thank you, Om. I like the dress." Keisya was so happy to receive the first gift of his entire life. He was born from a family of shortcomings. Let alone gifts, to eat is difficult.
"Yes, you like it?" ask Pram.
Keisya.
"My wife chose it for you," explained Pram, smilingly looking at Keisya.
"Ah .. I love it, Om." The two girls' hands will just hug Pram's waist. Too happy, until he forgets he's in the office.
"Shy ...." Pram reminded.
"I'm sorry, I'm too happy." Keisya tightly hugged her dress while staring at Pram.
Pram just smiled. There should greet his heart when he sees Keisya's happiness.
"Om still work, continue your work." Pram patted Keisya's head slowly and rushed into his room.
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