The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 50
Pram was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. He was surprised by the teenagers he cared for and cared for in the hope that Keisya would be a child who boasts parents and certainly proud of his achievements.
Reality is not in line with his expectations. Keisya's behavior is beyond belief and makes him rise in blood. If it were another woman, he would have slapped, dragged and humiliated her. However, the girl who had been acting presumptuous towards him was Keisya. The child he educated to be independent and later take care of his own mother when Pram relinquished his responsibilities one day.
Seen as Pram pushed rough Keisya, the man had to clench his hand so as not to hit. The girl in front of him was only 17 years old. I don't fully understand what life is like. Keisya only drew conclusions from what he felt, behaving without thinking long and easily instigated outside the association that he himself did not understand good and bad.
"Nr ...." Keisya's voice sounded slow. However, those eyes did not radiate fear. There's a defiant highlight that Pram captured.
Pram. The mature man's facial lines hardened, staring intently at Keisya who was now standing in front of him.
"What are you doing? Explain it!" Inflamed PRAM. Right now, he wanted to hit to vent his frustration.
"I love you, Om. Don't be mad at me." Keisya said in a spoiled voice. Until this moment, the girl did not show her fear. Pram's anger couldn't make his guts shrink. Instead, Keisya grew bolder.
Pram's eyeballs almost jumped out as Keisya walked up to him and suddenly removed the T-shirt covering his upper body.
"Nr ...."
"Oh my God." Pram can't talk anymore. Just pointed his index finger firmly at the girl who was now standing up to challenge him. Keisya who is not yet fully grown is only wrapped in bras and shorts at this time.
"Stop! Just stay standing there. Whatdoyouwant?" Pram asks Keisya to stop. The man had to sigh repeatedly to temper his anger. He did not want to hurt Keisya.
Keisya stared bravely. Until this moment, the girl did not show her fear.
"Please, just open everything!" Pram said cynically.
The man repeatedly set his breath so that his anger would not explode.
"Dare to take a step closer to me. I'll pull all your facilities, Shay," Pram threatened, rubbing his face rough.
Keisya. Pram's sentence made it clear that something was wrong.
"I'm disappointed in you, Shay. I spent a lot of money on your school and your mother wasn't for any of this. I don't need .. You reciprocate with your body." Pram's voice implied deep disappointment.
"Wear your clothes. I'm waiting outside!" Pram's face stiffened. Walking out of the room, the man slammed the door hard. He could not punish Keisya like a cheap woman. However, Keisya was too small to be given a harsh punishment.
BRACKET.
The sound of the shut door leaves tightly made Keisya flinch. This time he was scared. In the slightest, he did not expect Pram's reaction to be creepy. Just this time he saw Pram's anger directed at him.
At first, he thought Pram would welcome him happily, as expected of him and his friends. Every man is equal, subject to woman and will not be able to resist. Especially to young girls of his age. Like a blooming flower, there will be no beetle that can resist its charm.
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Sobbling, Keisya walked down. He did not dare look at Pram. The man sat on the living room sofa that had not been perfectly laid out. The teenager's courage flew, Keisya completely shrunk.
"Where did you learn all this?" Pram's voice sounded soft. He still remembered Keisya's stiff kiss on his lips. The girl was just learning, not as well as her wife.
Keisya. His hands squeezed each other, the girl lowered her head and did not dare to clash with Pram.
"ANSWER!" yell Pram.
"Sorry, Om." Keisya almost wanted to cry.
"Where did you learn from? I want to know." Pram still holds anger. Sitting on the sofa with clenched hands.
"ANSWER, YES!" snapped Pram.
Keisya.
"Study from school? Well, tomorrow I'll meet your principal and protest about the science he's taught."
"Don't, Om. Not from school." Keisya answered hesitantly, but he could not dodge anymore.
"If you don't answer .. I'll make sure to see your teacher."
"Sorry, Om. From my schoolmate." Keisya answered honestly.
"Oh, from your friend. Then I'll have to see your class teacher tomorrow." Pram.
"Don't, Om. I don't repeat it anymore. I promise." Keisya raised his gaze. His eyes were heating up, the clear liquid was about to urge out.
"HURRY UP!" snapped Pram upset.
Keisya hurriedly handed his phone to Pram. He did not want to provoke the man's anger and make the situation even more gripping.
It looks like Pram checks one by one the applications on Keisya's phone. The man shook his head as he searched the contents of the teenage girl's cell phone in front of him.
"Tomorrow, grab your phone at Stella's." Pram's voice sounded soft.
"Yes, Om."
"From tomorrow, you will be transferred to another division. I don't want to see you wandering around me, Shay. You're really disappointing."
"I'm sorry, Om."
"Contact Bayu to help you take care of your move to the apartment. I don't want to interfere anymore. Whatever, I don't care what you're gonna be in front of him." Pram sighed.
"Sorry, Om."
"As for your needs, ask Stella. My secretary will take care of everything."
"I'm sorry, Om."
"Already, Sya. I'mtired. I still have a lot to deal with. I spent some time in between my solid work to make sure you and your mom were okay. But, instead you did the thing that disappointed me." Pram closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Om." Keisya ventured closer.
"Try to reflect, what you just did. If I were a jerk, you'd be out, yes. There will be no cat that refuses to be treated to fish." Pram looked at Keisya. He was tired of seeing the girl.
"Try you think it's okay .. why do you have a relationship with a married man? What did you get?"
Keisya.
"If a good man .. wouldn't want to cheat on his wife just because of a little girl like you, Sya. If you can get this type of man, are you sure that one day he will not throw you away after enjoying you. The wife who had accompanied him for many years, could still be thrown away at will. Moreover, the little girl who had no self-esteem, thrust her body willingly. Is this what you want, my God?"
"Use your brains! Do not easily listen to friends who might mislead you. You are only 17 years old, your life is still long. Don't let you regret it later." Pram reminded.
The man involved stood up and walked over to Keisya who was frozen on the spot.
Taking a deep breath, Pram spoke again.
"Yes, you remember this .. men be'jat, b'jats and even criminals will choose good girls to be lovers let alone wives. So ... If you really want to be loved and get a good and responsible man, be a good girl. Poor people can, but they have to have self-respect. If you find a ja'lang out there meeting a nice guy .. he's just one lucky one among his millions of bad luck friends." Pram reminded. The flickering of the forehead of the teenage girl was tight.
Keisya looked down.
"I married my wife .. when she was twenty years old. Kailla wasn't the first, I've slept with another woman before marrying her." Pram.
"But I was the first to kiss her. I was the first to get it. I was so happy when I got my first chance. In fact, I remember it all my life."
"That's very precious, Shay. Must be maintained, not sold especially in sale. Leave it to your husband later. I'm not interested." Pram passed away and left Keisya alone.
***
Pram drove his car to the outskirts of Jakarta with a chaotic feeling. Cleaving the streets of the bustling capital city smoothly, the man finally pulled over his beloved Bentley in front of the Kailla campus. A famous college where Kaila studied for the past few months.
"Honey, where are you?" Pram talks to Kailla on her phone. He still keeps his disappointment because of Keisya.
"I'm in the canteen. What's up?"
"Let's get out now. I've been waiting for you in front of campus" Pram said.
"Well! Is that true? Why so suddenly?" ask Kailla wonder.
"I miss you, Kai. Let's get out now. I can't stand it anymore. I need my wife. Need an outlet, honey." Pram whines spoiled while chuckling.
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