The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 45

Breezy sea breezes, accompanying the beautiful radiating arunika in the eastern horizon. That reddish glow was seen poking out at the horizon line.

The atmosphere that morning in the residence of Reynaldi Pratama was still quiet. The gatekeeper in a black uniform had just been on duty, replacing the workers who stood guard at night. Some assistants seemed to chat while enjoying coffee at the small dock behind the house, accompanied by banana snacks and fried cassava made by two home assistants, Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari.

In the back garden, Binara and Kinara look overwhelmed to persuade the fussy twins overnight. Both babies miss Kailla, precisely the scent and touch of the mommy who for seven months became opium to them.

Turning to the front gate, the sound of car horns screaming broke the morning. Several guards were seen running towards the door and pushing through the gate after confirming the homeowner had returned after a night of staying outside.

Shortly after, Kailla looks out of the car that stopped perfectly in the yard of the house.

"Morning, Madam." The gatekeeper greeted Kailla while showing off a bright smile.

"Morning." Kailla answered ketus with a pouting face. The hostess seemed to be stomping her feet to the ground, throwing away her annoyance. I don't know what makes a woman in a beautiful dress in a black suit hanging on her shoulders is upset.

Following, Pram came down from the other side of the car. The face of the adult man is very different from the wife. Smiling kindly, greeting the housekeeper.

"How's it?" pram asked, looking around.

"Safe, Boss."

"All right." The man in the messy white shirt patted the upper arm of his workers and followed the wife who had already entered the house.

Pram knows, Kailla is angry with him. Throughout the night spending the two exploring the streets of the capital, the couple ended up in five-star hotel beds.

Spend the rest of the night hugging each other under the covers. The two are fused within a sea of love that brings flying into the clouds. Sharing feelings, mixed with sweat and exchanging sighs, the two men are competing to pamper each other through cribs, caresses and swabs. Love drives people crazy, until logic evaporates.

"Kai."

"Kai."

"Dear, sorry." Pram repeatedly called out to the wife who had already stepped far in front of him. He knew Kailla was angry with him for not keeping his word.

"Dear, I'm sorry." Pram chases after Kailla and grabs his wife's arm in the living room of their house.

"I'm sorry, Kai." Pram tried to persuade.

"Suspended!" grouse Kailla.

"sorry. I'm negligent, my wife is too good," said Pram, smiling as she waited for Kailla's reaction.

"Sorry free! Rice has become porridge. I told .. I don't want to get pregnant anymore. Enough of the twins. The pain is still complete in my memory, "kailla grumbled, getting irritated.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Pram. Standing in front of his wife, the man put on a glaring look.

Sorry you're free, honey. It won't change the situation. I don't want to get pregnant anymore. Point, do not wear a comma," asserted Kailla.

"Will not get pregnant. I promise, sweetie." Pram smears a smile. After fighting for months, he finally managed to break into Kailla's defenses and spurt his seeds into the wife's womb. This time without safety, without being thrown out.

He took advantage of the negligence of the wife who was already lulled with her fondness to forget the most important thing in each of their unification.

"Darling, sorry. I am old .. so my movements have slowed down. Not good when you are young. I didn't intentionally prank you." Pram reasoned, covered up his lie. During this time, he always steals the opportunity, but Kailla is always conscious in the crucial moments and she has to swallow the failure repeatedly.

"Darling ...."

"Kai ...."

"Darling, don't be angry again. Suppose a baby is okay too, right? We're married and I admit it's my baby." Pram chuckled, hurriedly clutching Kailla's waist possessively. He did not want his wife to get upset.

Kailla sighed. "I don't want to. The pain after the caesarean section made me think twice. It hurts more than the heartburn I felt while waiting for the twins." Kaila told me about her experience a few months ago.

Pram.

"When the anesthetic effect was gone, the catheter was removed and I had to walk myself to the bathroom. Oh my God .. Every foot I step on it feels like my stomach is sliced. I don't want to feel that anymore, honey." Kailla shuddered in horror at the thought of the pain still lingering in her memory.

"I'm sorry. But, rest assured ..the experience of giving birth to each child must be different. It could be the second time you give birth .. You don't feel any pain at all." Pram tried to persuade.

"I don't want to. I can endure any pain, but not when my skin is injured. That's grisly. Let alone the scalpel, imagining my skin being pierced by a needle is already very terrible" Kailla said.

"Later on. Not now. I'm going to give birth normally later. I don't want to be enlarged anymore. Imagine, my scar is still not healed. It hurts and you have to get pregnant again. I don't want to," Kailla refused, rushing to find her twin sons.

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Pram leaned back in the back seat of the car with Keisya sitting next to him. That afternoon, he deliberately used the lunch hour to look around the house and apartment that Keisya and his mother would live in.

Bayu who began to actively work, peeked at the occupants of the rear seat of the rearview mirror. He was worried about the closeness of Pram and the teenage girl. He did not doubt Pram, but from the beginning Bayu caught something different from Keisya's view on the owner of the RD Group.

"Boss, would you like to stop by for lunch?" ask Bayu while gripping the steering wheel. The time is 12:15 noon.

"Nr ...."

Not yet had time to answer Bayu's question, the phone in the pocket of Pram's pants rang. Smile on Pram's lips while making sure Kailla contacts him.

"Yes, honey." Pram's voice sounded spoiled and sweet.

"I'm heading to your office. We had lunch together. I brought you your favorite meal, honey."

Deg-Pram turned his head to the side, Keisya was staring at him.

"Where are you, honey?" ask Pram.

"I'm on my way. If it doesn't get stuck, fifteen minutes to the office."

Pram swallowed the saliva, looking at Keisya as if asking for understanding.

"Ok, I'm waiting for you, honey. Be careful on the road. Love you," break up Pram.

Pram turned his eyes to Keisya. The teenage girl was pouting, reacting to Pram's words which she knew clearly what he meant. Pram is about to cancel their departure to see the apartment due to Kailla's sudden arrival.

"Yes, delay tomorrow, yes. My wife's on her way to the office." Pram explained before ordering Bayu to drive the car back to the office.

Keisya remained pouting.

"Sorry, Yes. Tomorrow we're just looking around the house." Pram patted Keisya's head slowly which was still not received. There was a disillusioned aura clearly visible on the face of the girl in the gray uniform.

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