The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 6

“I know maybe some people say I'm crazy!” Pram chuckled while sipping black coffee in his study.

Pieter, the representative looked to be listening seriously. Sit back, cross your legs across the president's desk. The time shows at 12:10 noon, already entered the lunch break. There was no more courtesy that Pieter needed to take care of. In front of him is no longer his boss but his best friend during college in London.

“What makes you feel like Kailla is different?” ask Pieter curiously. He was asking a lot of questions about marriage and household before he set his heart on proposing to Naina.

“The story I shared for you is not necessarily the same. You don't necessarily experience what I've experienced after marriage. Our women are different from their nature and character. Naina is mature, meek, perfect type of woman in general. Kailla is different. Spoiled, childish and naughty.” Pram smiled to himself, recalling his wife's other character than the others.

“I was once close to a woman like Naina. Classy, graceful, smart, mature and of course beautiful.” Pram continued his story.

“Anita?” Pieter guessed.

“Who else ...” Pram chuckled.

“I already had a picture when I married Anita. We will argue from child issues to work issues. She would spend her time cooking and taking care of the children, dressing up beautifully, smilingly welcoming me back home from work. Maybe by kissing the back of my hand or pecking at my cheek. We spent some time before going to bed watching with the kids while chatting. And ended with sleeping hugging each other after she finished serving me.”

“When I give him a gift, he will thank me and hug me affectionately. Maybe that's the picture of my household with Anita. We're going to have a fight with him locking the door and not talking for days. Until he got tired of being alone for too long silenced me, or went back to Bandung, to his parents' house. You can also nag me from the kitchen to the bed. Beautiful, right?” ask Pram after explaining at length.

Pieter nodded at imagining her household as beautiful as Pram's image.

“Together with Kailla I get more than that. If the household I just described could be called beautiful, the household I now live in ..approaching the perfect version of myself.” Pram's face dimmed, recalling Kailla who was slowly changing and much more mature while reducing her indulgence since the twins were born.

Pieter was still listening while sipping his black coffee.

“The definition of a perfect marriage for each person is different. I like this, not necessarily with you.” Prams explained.

“I can imagine the madness of Kailla. You remember, he dared to sleep in a meeting room in the middle of many people.” Pieter chuckles.

“She dares to discuss handsome men, even in front of her own husband.” Pieter.

Pram was chuckling at the madness after madness that his wife had committed during their marriage.

“You can imagine ... when tired of all the office problems. Once home, someone welcomes you with a bright and innocent smile, jumping up your arms. Shamelessly showering with kisses all over your tired face. All the clutter in my brain is gone with all the indulgence. I feel I must be strong not for me but to protect and protect her.”

“You know, when he makes a mistake .. he will come with a sinless and merciful face. Shamelessly apologizing and persuading me at all costs. How can I scold him? When he failed to make the cooking, with a pinched smile thrust it in front of me. You know, she's so adorable. That's Kailla!”

“Female prank that makes my days colorful. No hesitation in fighting for my attention, competing with our two twins. Women who are often nosy hide clothes and towels when I take a shower. We spent the night fighting pillows or grabbing blankets. Chasing each other and running around the house with the lid of the pot. It ends with hide and seek. Half-crazy, still unwilling to stop babbling even though I was in the shower. Relax sitting on the bathroom sink and accompanying me to take a shower in order to be able to tell a lot of things. Sometimes gossiping about the handsome actor of his idol or gossiping about my mother's behavior.”

“And when angry prefer to go berserk in the way of children, but it is easier for me to tame him than he rampages in the way of adulthood and silence me. Don't want to talk to or even drag a suitcase away from home. It's childishness wrapped in maturity, whereas Kailla chooses a different way ... the maturity behind her childish attitude."

Pieter just kept silent, imagining the complexity of the household life that had been avoided. However, Naina made him change his mind.

"You know .. Kailla's face made me unable to scold her. Even choose to succumb and be patient a lot.” Pram chuckled.

“Having it made me feel like a perfect man. He doesn't have much intelligence and needs all my opinions. I feel useful as a husband and a man. He was very smart to put himself in the middle of me and my mama, so that he could make me the figure that I am now. My success, maturity, maturity and patience were all shaped by Kailla. He booked me into an extraordinary person with his character.”

Pieter frowned, catching something different within the thread of Pram's sentence describing the figure of his wife.

Pram. Despite that, his heart was pinched while describing all about Kailla. Something is missing. Is this just his feeling? A father who feels rivaled by his own son. Yeah, the twins stole Kailla from her. Almost five years of living together in a marriage, enjoying togetherness all the time. Now, he must share Kailla with his sons. Even Kailla has no more time for her, running out for college and the kids.

The ringing of the cell phone stopped the chatter of the two old friends. Pram smiled when he found Kailla calling him.

“Darling, you've been in the mall with mom? How are the kids?” pram asked with a raised smile.

“Pak, it's me Sam. Please hurry to the mall. Ibu Citra and Non Kailla are having a fight with one of the visitors. All assistants can't afford to break up, only Mr. Pram can calm him down.” Sam explained in a hurry. The screams of Kailla and Ibu Citra were heard blaringly caught his sense of hearing.

“What happened?” ask Pram, panic. “My kids how?” continued Pram.

“Custom, Non Kailla ...” Sam did not continue his sentence, Pram had already cut first.

“Send the address. I'll catch up!” firmly Pram.

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“Apologies now!” kailla shouted with a look full of anger. His ears pointed firmly towards the beautiful woman, who looked haughty behind her elegance. They were forced to be led to the mall security department to avoid the crowd.

“Sorry, I didn't accidentally!” tell the woman with a sniff. Slightly shrieked as she saw Kailla's anger growing.

“Already, Kai. Mama is okay!”

“Can't be so, Ma. It's not a matter of the goods. There's ethics. He saw for himself that mama had wanted to take the bag, he even attacked. And Mama's old, I'm still looking after her. Soon enough to Mom, I still keep from replying to her,” explained Kailla, still do not accept.

“I've relented!” the woman tried to defend herself.

“Already, Kai. Mama is also no longer interested in the bag.”

“Can't be so, Ma. If with an apology alone is enough, tomorrow .. This arrogant woman will repeat it to others. He was being unlucky for accidentally nudging me. I'll make a calculation with him. It's a trivial thing, but I don't like it if anyone bothers my people let alone my mama!” kailla. He had already rolled up his shirt arms, ready to fight with the beautifully dressed woman.

“Come, set the place. Wanna where? The parking? I'll be doing!” challenge Kailla to stand boldly before her opponent. In terms of her body language, she is no ordinary woman.

“Kin, Bin take the kids home. I don't want the kids to see me fighting! Mom will come home, and mom will be sick. Let me take care of it here!” kailla's orders.

“Already, Kai. Don't extend. Mama doesn't want to fight. Until Pram knows, later Pram will nag Mama.” Ibu Citra pleaded.

“Can't, Ma. I have to teach him a lesson. Let alone mama, if she touched the assistant of the house. Especially my mama. I can't be trampled. If I'm not the one defending mama, who else!” kailla said full of emotion.

“I won't accept before he apologizes properly,” Kailla continued.

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TB