The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 46

The car that Bayu drove finally entered the RD Group page. It was seen that the luxury vehicle stopped in front of the main door to drop two passengers in the back seat.

Pram went down while tidying up his shirt arm rolled up to his elbow, following Keisya down from the other side door with a disappointed face. The teenage girl in a white-gray uniform is still upset that plans to see the residence must be canceled suddenly. Kailla who suddenly contacts Pram and makes their plans fall apart.

"Come, Sya. Lunch in the office canteen." Pram half-run, get inside the building. I can't wait to see Kailla again.

Stepping inside, Pram turned back around. His gaze was fixed on Keisya who was walking down, hiding a feeling of disappointment.

"Come, Sya. It's still tomorrow, right?" Pram turned around and walked over to the teenager who looked lethargic. He understood, Keisya was disappointed and could not protest.

"Yes, Om." Keisya nodded and lowered his head.

"Come on, don't be like a kid. You are an adult."

The new Pram grabbed Keisya's arm to walk in his footsteps, but from the direction of the entrance came Kailla's voice.

"Darling ...." Kailla squandered, hugging Pram's waist without caring about the circumstances around her. In fact, he ignored Keisya who was staring at him unblinkingly.

"Kaill." Pram chuckled, gently rubbing the back of Kailla who was holding her tightly.

"I brought you lunch, honey." Kaila struggled spoiled on Pram's arm while pointing towards Sam who was carrying a package of food and walking towards them.

"Hm." Pram pinched his wife's pointy nose until it flushed. Accidentally, he caught something different from Keisya's gaze on Kailla.

"Yes, go upstairs meet Stella. Lunch with Stella in the cafeteria" he said, driving Keisya away.

Kaila realized after hearing Pram's words, the twins' mother turned her head and watched Keisya who was sculpting.

"Yes, you're here too. Sorry, I didn't bring you more lunch. Next time, yeah." Kailla smiled, still leaning spoiled on the husband.

"I forgot, Honey. Why not remind me?"

"It's okay. The important thing is that you remember your husband" Pram's tease, blinking his eyes. "Let's go with me for lunch, Kai." Pram glanced at Keisya at a glance, then clasped Kailla's hand to follow in his footsteps.

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"Tadi ... Where are you from?" Kailla stepped into Pram's room while carrying a package of food.

"From outside, sightseeing, tandem, dating ...." Pram answers origin. His two hands suddenly hugged Kailla who was busy opening a package of food containing butter fried chicken and vegetable chickpeas.

"What did you bring me, honey?" pram asked, laying himself on his wife's back. Unsatisfied with sticking to the spoiled, the adult man brushed off Kailla's long hair and dipped the smooth nape that was now perfectly exposed.

"Aah!" Kailla stomps as Pram gives a wet kiss while squeezing the twin mounds that are now more often controlled by the twins.

"You haven't pumped breast milk for my kids?" pram asked when he felt the usually chewy mound felt harder.

"After lunch." Kailla hits Pram's increasingly mischievous hand and wanders behind her cotton blouse.

Jemari Pram is carving in the smooth skin of Kailla without permission. He greatly enjoyed the sighs mixed with the spoiled protests of his wife.

"Of course, this food can spill. Eat now!" Kailla ruled after finishing serving lunch on the desk.

Pram was already sitting on his padded chair and Kailla was across the table. The two enjoy lunch together while joking and sharing stories.

"Where was that? You haven't answered me, honey." Kailla asked again as she put food into her mouth.

"Would have looked at the apartment. Not so, Mrs Pratama screwed things up." Pram put the last meal in his mouth. He remembered, had not told him about his desire to buy an apartment or house that Keisya and his mother would occupy later.

"Want to buy another apartment?" kailla asked, acting ordinary. Not a strange thing, Kailla was not surprised anymore. Since long ago, Pram has often expressed the intention of buying an apartment.

Pram nodded.

"Where?" Kailla's still making small talk.

"Why is it spoiled like this?" Kaila was astonished, suddenly Pram hugged her from behind. Hugs until it is difficult to move.

"Of course .. I feel something is wrong." Pram whispered in Kailla's ear. His feelings were still uneasy as he caught a wet Keisya who looked at his wife with an unusual look.

"What problem?" Kaila was astonished, immediately removing the spoon and fork from her hand.

"I don't know, but my feelings aren't calm, Kai. Like there was .. I don't know. Hard to say, honey." Pram pulled out a chair and sat down next to Kailla.

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Next day.

After being canceled, finally this afternoon Pram and Keisya visited the apartment suggested by Stella. A residence located in the city center, strategically with luxurious facilities and layered security.

The unit that is being shown by the marketing department is quite extensive. With two bedrooms, the living room is fused with the dining room and kitchen. Plus a balcony overlooking the pool and garden.

"I like it, Om." Keisya with his sparkling face hurriedly hugged Pram's arm. The teenage girl leaned spoiled exactly as Kailla did yesterday before her eyes.

"Yes, don't do this." Pram reminded, unraveling the entanglement of Keisya's hand that locked his upper arm.

Keisya was stunned for a moment when he felt Pram's subtle rejection. He felt something was wrong. Lately, he often shares his life story with his best friend. And his companions advised him and taught him many things.

However, Keisya found a different fact to what his more experienced best friend conveyed regarding the relationship between men and women. Pram was not happy, but refused. Not as expected.

"Any?" Keisya made a deep thought, looking at Pram who was now keeping a distance with him. Instead, Pram instead busy himself talking to marketing people while looking at the other room.

"Not according to my friends .. if Om Pram is good to me there must be a desire. Like Om-om who often approaches them. He is told to eat, shopping and after that he has to accompany Om-om to have fun. Moreover, I've been given a lot, I should have paid a lot." Keisya confused himself and was disappointed when he found Pram's reaction to reject him.

Following the movements of Pram who now entered one of the bedrooms, Keisya smiled when he saw the man who had accompanied Pram walking out to receive a phone call.

The girl didn't waste the chance. Entering the room, Keisya suddenly hugged Pram from behind.

Deg-

Pram who was staring at the scene from the room window was shocked when he felt two hands lock his waist possessively.

"Yes, let go of Om. Don't be like this." Pram forcibly took off Keisya's hand which tightly wrapped around his body.

From the beginning, Pram had been suspicious of Keisya. Something was wrong with the teenage girl's mind.

"What the fuck is this, Sya?" Pram turned around and stared intently at the young girl with her hair ponytailed.

Keisya did not reply, instead the girl hugged Pram. "Om, thanks for everything." Dekapan Keisya tighter, firmly stuck in Pram's body.

In this position, Keisya could enjoy a regular Pram heartbeat while immersing himself in the chest of the Pram field. The smell of expensive perfumes mixed with sweat, creating an intoxicating sensation. Keisya felt something different when he could do the same thing as Kailla did.

"Had to be crazy about his wife."

A foreign feeling of comfort and protection, Keisya almost forgot himself. He only regained consciousness when Pram pushed him away.

"There are limits, yes. Got to know where you're at, yeah." Pram's tone still sounded gentle but full of emphasis. "Om hope .. You don't repeat it again." Pram.

There is a disappointment when the comfort has to just stop. Keisya bowed with his hands squeezing each other. He only realized when Pram called him from the exit.

"Come, Sya. We're going home to the office." Pram spoke as if nothing had happened.

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