The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 54

Keisya looked down sad. He knew Pram was angry because of his stupidity. Since yesterday, he reflected on all his mistakes and regretted.

This morning, as usual, he left for the office with a puffy face due to crying too much. Pram completely ignored her after scolding her. The adult man did not even greet him as he passed by at the entrance. Usually, Pram will smile and ask his mother every morning.

"Why else, Kei?" stella asked while thrusting Keisya's phone that Pram had left on her.

Keisya. "Om Pram is mad at me."

"Why?" stella asked curiously. From the beginning the secretary saw for himself Pram's patience with Keisya. Of course he did not think that Pram could also be angry and silence Keisya. Even moving that High School girl to another division. Which has nothing to do with Pram even the room is different floor.

"I ... I ...." Keisya threw his body on the chair while grabbing back his phone.

"I'm .. I like it, Om. Om Pram's been good to me all along and Om Pram scolded me for that." Keisya spilled his heart after all night soaking himself. He could not share his problems with his mother. Especially his friends, Pram confiscated his cell phone.

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Stella was stunned for a moment, then chuckled. At first, when he did not understand anything, the secretary was worried to think badly of the boss and the son who often came out together at lunch, to complain to Kailla. However, when Pram explained to her about the issue of a hot intersection in the office environment, Stella understood. Moreover, Pram also explained about the accident that befell Keisya and Bayu's father who must be held in prison.

"Don't be silly, Kei." Stella patted Keisya on the shoulder while holding back a laugh.

"Pak Pram is married. Don't get carried away. If you were in my position it would have been a long time ago." Stella explained. He hoped Keisya would understand.

Keisya.

"I've been working as Pak Pram's secretary for a long time. Before Mr. Pram got married. We often had lunch together, sometimes out of town and the car together. Not infrequently have to be alone from morning to night." Stella.

"Then .. do I have to like it. Just because Mr. Pram was exhausted and accidentally fell asleep on my shoulder. Do I have to get carried away because Mr. Pram helped me and my family when my late brother, was very sick and out of cost."

Keisya.

"Fortunately, Mr. Pram's wife is not a hick, which limits her husband's wiggle room. Madam grew up in a corporate environment. She used to see secretaries clinging to her father and husband. But don't try to lure it. When he suspects someone and feels threatened, your life is over. Mr. Pram's wife is more horrible than you can imagine." Stella reminded.

"When that happens, Mr. Pram himself must be overwhelmed to handle it" threatened Stella.

"I ... I'm sorry, Mrs Boss. I want to apologize to Om Pram. Being left like this is not good. No one is paying attention to me anymore." Keisya.

"Again, you're too carried away by your own feelings, Kei. It's like this, isn't it."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Keisya.

"Pak Pram is good to everyone he knows. Not just me, his ex-girlfriend was financed while he was still in care." Stella explained.

"The matter of residence, Mr. Pram doesn't just care about you. Some assistants were also given a home by Mr. Pram. That's .. the Bayu. Even his wife's son lives borne by Mr. Pram. The house is nice, and you get a car too. All from Mr. Pram." Stella regretted having been pumping Kailla with misinformation about the apartment after knowing the ownership of the apartment in Kailla's own name. The secretary hoped that his words would not make his superior household fall apart.

"Well, if that's Sam's point. He was educated at the same expensive campus as Mr. Pram's wife. So don't go overboard. Mr. Pram's good attitude .. not only to you, but to everyone."

Keisya listened seriously.

"I recommend .. if you want to live a quiet life. Enjoy what you have now. Don't think weird. The right school. I'm sure .. if for school, Mr. Pram even willing to spend more if you ask to study abroad." Stella.

"Yes already. I have to study in a new place. Not necessarily .. He's as good as you are, Mrs Boss. I still want to be here." Keisya.

"Yes. Later if you need anything .. just ask me. Mr. Pram has asked me to take care of you. Don't keep chatting. Your new boss is nagging." Stella smiled kindly.

The days went by so quickly, it didn't feel like two weeks had passed. Pram and Kailla's domestic life is quiet without ripples. Pram is busy with office work, Kailla spends part of the day on campus and accompanies the twins who have been unwell the past week. Kentley was fussy and often cried loudly, Bentley did not want to be separated from the sling every time he saw Kailla.

Not with college assignments and children, Kailla began to forget the suspicions that had been embedded in his mind. Too busy, he did not even have time to see the new apartment that is now occupied by Keisya and his mother.

"Sleep, Honey." Kailla lay sideways while nursing the youngest Kentley. His sister Bentley had already closed his eyes.

"Sstt .. sstt ...." He patted her softly on the little butt of her youngest son. Kailla wishes Kentley would fall asleep.

Kailla's eyes were almost closed, the young mother was about to catch up with her sleep when a row of messages came in on Pram's phone placed on a small table beside the bed.

"That's noisy. Where is the owner," grumbled Kailla with a sleepy face. The arrival of Pram's cell phone with an annoyed face. He was worried that his son would wake up.

Her husband bailed to the bathroom until now has not returned.

"Did she drown in a bathtub?" Kailla frowned staring at the clock on the wall. It has been almost an hour Pram entered the bathroom and until now has not followed him to the children's room.

Lazily, Kailla headed to her room which was located next to the twins' room. However, there is something that intrigues when you see the notification of incoming messages in the green application that is clearly displayed on the phone screen.

"Who is this?" Kailla stopped her steps. She had not combed her husband's cell phone for a long time.

Swiping softly with the index end, Kailla was wide-eyed with thousands of messages that Pram had not read. From SMP alumni group, High School, university to complex paguyuban.

Kailla. "If the neighbors of the house were to grieve, Pram would know nothing. It's faster to rely on Sam. Sam's information is more accurate and reliable. The neighbor's cat was bun'ting alone, Sam knew clearly who his father was." Kaila chuckled, rubbed her husband's phone screen and looked for something interesting.

The fingers were still dancing agilely when Netra Kailla caught the incoming chat from an unlisted number.

"Who is this?" Kailla. There are dozens of unread messages.

Kailla's heart rumbled as she opened and confirmed the contents of the successive messages addressed to her husband.

Om, I'm sorry. Don't be angry anymore. I promise I won't be naughty and piss Om off.

Om.

Om.

Om, don't be angry anymore. I promise I won't repeat. I know, I was wrong.

Om.

Om.

There are dozens of messages that Pram did not read, but Kailla is not yet clear who the sender is. The lentic fingers were still rubbing, until the longest message.

Om, this is Keisya. Ii'm Sorry. I regret. Don't be angry anymore. I promise I won't repeat. I promise I won't be sassy again.

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