The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 43

Without feeling, the RD group's birthday celebration arrived. Kailla, Ibu Citra and the children have been preparing since afternoon. This annual event is not held lively every year, depending on the policies of Pram and the results of discussions with several company officials.

Pram who since noon came out because there was little business, only returned when everyone was ready and dressed up neatly, waiting in the living room.

"Darling, you're so pretty." Pram stepped inside the house. His gaze was fixed on Kailla who appeared beautiful in her all-open dress.

"Why is it so late, Pram?" ask Ms. Citra, come talk.

"Yes, Ma. I have a little problem in the office. And since a week ago, I've been asking Stella to clear my schedule." Prams explained.

The man greeted his two now handsome sons in white tuxedos, sitting sweetly on the lap of his two caretakers, Kinara and Binara who were also presented with dresses by Kailla. This year, Kailla presented many dresses and suits to subordinates, assistants and some office employees.

"Daddy's son is very handsome today" Pram said, peeping Bentley and Kentley alternately.

"You're beautiful, too, Ma." Pram blinked one eye before pulling Kailla's wrist following him into the room. Praise directed at Ibu Citra could make the elderly woman soar into the air. Embarrassed, clutching a tiny handbag on loan from his son-in-law.

As for the matter of appearance, Mother Citra never bothered her. Kailla took care of everything for her, even this morning her beloved daughter-in-law intervened herself polishing the nail claws on her wrinkled fingers.

He was lucky to beat Kailla. Behind the spoiled nature, origin and liking, the mother of her twin grandchildren is a good and sincere figure. Not imagined how fate if Pram married another woman.

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Kaila was playing a game on her phone, sitting on her bedroom couch waiting for Pram to come out of the bathroom. Nearly half an hour into the match on her rose gold device, Kailla regained consciousness as she heard Pram's footsteps approaching.

"Darling, are you sure about your dress?" Pram takes off the bathrobe and grabs her prepared clothes on the sofa.

"Related." Kailla stared at Pram. Her husband was struggling wearing trousers.

"No intention of changing your mind?" pram asked again, staring at the smooth white thighs plastered and seductive.

Kailla's right foot came out from the high hemisphere of the dress. Not to mention the top of the dress can not close the paradise of the world of men. Pram can only curse in his heart and pray that the dress does not bring tragedy to his wife. If you sag in the middle of the party, or tear in the dress getting higher. Pram shuddered in horror, imagining all his fears coming true.

"No, it's beautiful. Hair and make-up are perfect. What else to replace." Kailla swallowed the saliva, as her gaze was fixed on the belly of her husband's box.

"Well, what can I do if my wife has decided." Pram smiled wryly as the sincerity was only limited to the lips.

Hurry to get dressed and ask Kailla to pair the tie as usual. His day would not be perfect without the touch of his wife's hand.

"Kai, please put it up for me." Pram walked over and bowed to Kailla so that his wife could pair her bow tie freely.

From a close distance, he could clearly see the face of his wife who had been swept with a touch of powder.

"Where have you been all day?" Suddenly, Kailla who was pairing a tie threw a question.

Pram frowned. It was not usual for Kailla to ask her a lot of things. His wife always believed in all of his words.

"In office. I have business with my lawyer, then there's a little problem with the project and it can't be delayed." Prams explained.

"It's been, honey. You look handsome," said Kailla, sticking her nose to Pram's nose.

"Oh my God, Kailla ...." Pram clucked and shook his head when he saw his wife torturing herself to look beautiful. Shown how difficult it is to walk with a right above 7 cm tipped taper.

"Don't protest too much, I'm fine." Kailla defended herself, pulled the end of her dress and showed her feet clad in golden strap models. Toes decorated with nails look beautiful in the eyes.

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The event venue in a ballroom at the star hotel has been crowded with guests and employees of RD Group. The incoming pram clasped tightly onto his wife's hand, suddenly becoming the center of attention.

Unlike usual, the owner of the RD Group was perfect with a suit designed by a famous designer of the country. Behind the two, Ibu Citra and the twins held by her nanny.

Pram seemed to greet some acquaintances and business relations, he also introduced Kailla to them. While Ibu Citra chose to bring her two grandchildren to sit at the table that has been provided. Age made him unable to stand for too long.

At one of the tables, Keisya looked at Pram without blinking. Netraanya since the beginning of the arrival of Pram and Kailla continue to follow the movement of the owner of the event that night.

He felt neglected and alone. Usually, Pram would say hello. Just asked about her and Mom. But right now it feels different. Once inside the party, Pram is seen taking Kailla to and fro. Too busy, even Pram forgot about it. She dressed up pretty, hoping to get compliments.

"Yes, Kei ...." Stella, who was sitting at the same time as the apprentice, began to catch suspicions. Since then Keisya looked in the same direction and Stella understood the meaning of Keisya's envious gaze.

"Key, what are you looking at?" ask Stella again. The secretary could see Keisya's unusual facial changes.

"Eh .. No, Mrs Boss. I just ...."

"Ah, I know. You must be admiring the lady, right?" fishing rod Stella. He had to figure out a lot of things and monitor Keisya. If indeed the teenage girl who works under his supervision wants to go further, he will make sure to report to Kailla. Instead of a sycophant, he dislikes Keisya who is always looking for attention and seems thirsty for the attention of his superiors.

Keisya shifted his gaze. He is upset, Pram who usually cares, now forgets his existence.

"Don't think things through. You're a kid, the right school. Mr. Pram is married, so don't dream more. Mr. Pram couldn't possibly glance at another woman let alone a snot boy like you."

"I ...." Keisya pointed the index finger at him himself.

Stella nodded. "Don't because Mr. Pram is good, so you think more. Mr. Pram is good to anyone, including me."

"Ah, Mrs Boss. Don't exaggerate. I didn't think of anything." Keisya said slowly and lowered his head. His two hands were squeezing each other over his lap.

He was jealous of Pram's wife. For some reason, the feeling suddenly appeared. In fact, he knew that Pram who he called Om was a married man. But lately he has been comfortable. Pram noticed and loved her in different ways. In fact, his father and mother were not that gentle. And now, as Pram ignored her, he felt lost.

Throughout the show, the teenage girl was not concentrated. Secretly stealing the view from a distance.

"Thankfully .. She got a husband as good as my Uncle." Keisya spoke in his heart.

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