The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 64

Just one day hospitalized, Ms. Keisya was allowed to go home the next day. The old woman was still shocked and could not believe what her daughter had done.

"Key, please change. Our lives have been much better thanks to the help of Mr. Pram and Ms. Kailla. You should be grateful now. Can school quietly without worrying about SPP money. We can live quietly without thinking about the rent and living costs." Keisya's mother sat on the sofa, looking at her daughter who was standing down.

They had just returned to the apartment with Bayu. The doctor stated that Ms. Keisya did not need to be treated any longer, her condition was already healthy.

"Sorry, Mom. I regret. I really don't want to repeat it again. I want to finish my school and go to college." Keisya's hands squeezed each other.

There was a sigh, the old woman with a wrinkled face was consumed by age and bear the weight of the burden of life was seen staring at the sheet of paper of one hundred thousand rupiah denominations scattered on the floor.

"Mother's shy, Kei. Really embarrassed by your behavior. I don't have any face anymore. I'm ashamed ...." Keisya's mother hit him in the chest in annoyance. Since yesterday, her chest was claustrophobic any recollection of her daughter's humiliating behavior.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry." Keisya almost cried. His eyes were heating up, a clear liquid gathering on his eyelids.

"Keisya, what are you thinking, son." The woman in the simple dress looked sad. His voice sounded heartbreaking, roaring and calling his daughter's name over and over again.

"Nriv ...."

"Sorry, Mom." Keisya squandered, hurriedly calmed down and hugged his mother's legs.

The cries of the mother and child were earthy. So slicing and dominating.

"Gather that money. There's a time, give it back to his wife, Mr. Pram. Apologize and say you're sorry. If it is necessary to kiss her feet, kneel pleading," Mother Keisya asked, hitting her daughter's shoulders repeatedly.

"Yes, Mom." Keisya. The teenage girl stared at the scattered sheets of money. Before long, Keisya collected them one by one and placed them on the table.

"Don't take it. Give it back to Kailla's mother. You should apologize to him too. I feel so guilty for having been me ...." Silently, Mother Keisya was unable to continue her sentence. He could not possibly uncover the fact that for years he had been hiding, could not be frank about Keisya who was not his biological daughter.

"Gather and return to his wife, Mr. Pram. Mom doesn't want to know. You should apologize to him. If you need to worship his feet!" tell Mother Keisya, stand up and step towards the room. He needs rest. Every time he talks about his daughter's humiliating behavior, a headache strikes. His chest felt tight and painful.

"Mr ...." Staring at the back of his mother who was limping towards the room, Keisya suddenly made a sound.

"What's wrong?" asked the middle-aged woman, turning around.

"Will Mr Pram's wife really report me to the school?" asked Keisya hesitatingly.

"Mom doesn't know, Kei. We'd better apologize and ask for Mr. Pram's help."

Keisya's cries broke again. "I don't want to go to school anymore, Mom. I'm embarrassed to let my friends know."

"Makanya .. before doing something it must be thought through carefully. Can't be as displeased. Don't what's on your mind, you get it all out, Kei. This is how. It's the consequence."

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That afternoon, the weather in Jakarta was very friendly. Despite the scorching heat, the breeze feels cold to hit the skin. Pram is still struggling to get an apology from Kailla who until this moment has not been willing to make a ceasefire. The twins' mother still did not want to end the cold war and did not allow Pram to approach.

After making an appointment with Ditya Halim Hadinata two days ago through her secretary, Pram finally had a chance to meet face to face with a handsome man who two years ago became his enemy.

The mature man with a million charisma seemed to come first in the restaurant that became the meeting place. He who asks to meet, of course it is not polite to make his guests wait. Sitting comfortably in one of the private rooms in his family's restaurant, Pram smiled as he saw the man he was waiting for coming along with a restaurant waiter.

"How are you?" Ditya thrust his hand as his and Pram's views clashed..

"Okay, please." Pram let Ditya sit.

"thank you. What's looking for me? I'm sure there's something important that made you ask to meet" Ditya said, dropping his butt on the chair. It looks like he took off the sunglasses that had been decorating his face.

Pram smiled, his hands clasping each other on the table. "Want to order lunch?" tawar Pram's.

"Oh no. Just coffee."

Seen Pram ordered two cups of coffee on the waiter. The man had just started the conversation after making sure he and Ditya were left behind in the room.

"Hows it? Project issues?" tanya smiled warmly.

"Not." Pram swallow saliva. "It's a wife's problem." The mature man chuckled.

Ditya frowned confused. So far he does not understand what Pram wants to tell him.

"It's about my wife's past which also means your wife's past."

"meaning?" Ditya.

"Our wives still have other brothers. I've met him."

Deg-

Ditya. "Who? You didn't mention Frolline, did you?" ask Ditya.

"No, even up to this point Kailla didn't know about it. I still keep this secret tight." Pram smiled wryly.

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