The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 65

"How can you?" Ditya straightened his seat. His wife's past is not only unattractive, but embarrassing. All this time, he tried to cover it up from all. Not just for the sake of the extended family and company, but for the sake of Frolline and his descendants. He does not want, Frolline's past will weigh on his children's steps in the future.

Pram sipped the black coffee that the waiter had just delivered. "I'm not too sure either, but the findings from my people lead to it." Pram can be seen reaching for a cell phone and showing pictures of a girl and an old man sitting on the porch of a modest house.

"Please ask your wife, do you know this old man?" ask Pram while thrusting his phone at Ditya.

"I can't ask Kailla much about her mother's past, because you know for yourself .. My mother-in-law died giving birth to Kailla. Unlike your wife ...maybe, her mother still had time to connect with other families."

Ditya still listening. He does not understand why Pram to find out his wife's past, but they both have agreed to hide and bury it deeply.

"How can you?" ask Ditya again. "When you get all this." He was curious, researching the same photo.

I had an accident last year and until now I wasn't sure it was just driver negligence. Because the real target is Kailla, not me." Pram sighed.

Ditya flinched, upon hearing Kailla was in danger. "Need my people help?" tawar Ditya soon. His heart was touched when he heard that the woman who became his first love was the target of a crime from someone unknown.

"No, thank you. I can handle it." Pram showed an unhappy face while capturing a hue of concern that was clearly visible on the face of his interlocutor.

"Kailla my wife" said Pram, trying to hide her jealousy.

"I've been trying to find out from the perpetrator who is now serving time in prison. I was suspicious of someone, just no evidence to point there." Pram sighed.

"The evidence points to this man. Based on the data I got, the driver knew the man in this photo. They are good friends, Reino and Wiraguna are good friends." Pram.

"What do you mean, Pram?" tanya Ditya.

"This guy's name is Reino. I didn't recognize him, but I suspected that he was the younger brother of my mother-in-law, which means uncle Kailla. As far as I know, my mother-in-law's sister's name is also Reino, but I've never seen her in person or ever but I've forgotten."

Ditya. "So ... What can I help you with?"

"I just want to know .. does your wife recognize her? If .. yes, then my guess is not wrong. He is Kailla's uncle and has bad intentions. I have to tighten the guard on my wife and son. Because I don't want it to happen and then it happens again."

Ditya. "Send me the picture."

Pram smile. "I almost forgot, this girl sitting next to him. His name is Keisya, but the information I got is still confusing. His parents were different, not Reino. This photo was not taken in Jakarta, this is in Mulyorejo" Pram said.

"I hope .. This information can help you. We don't know what this man's motives are, you'd better be careful looking after your wife and son."

"Yes, thank you. I just arrived in Jakarta this morning. I have a little business in Singapore. Coincidentally, Matt called me and told me you were asking to meet. All this time I've been living in London with my wife."

"Huh?" Pram jerking. Since then, he did not realize that Ditya came without being accompanied by his favorite assistant.

Ditya smiled. "This afternoon, I have to fly to Singapore and continue my flight to London. Poor my wife was left alone there."

"Oh, sorry I didn't know. Please let me know if you've heard from your wife." Pram extended his hand.

"Good." Ditya carved a thin smile while welcoming the hand of the owner of the RD Group.

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The morning after almost a week Kailla did a silent, silent movement of a thousand languages, suddenly this morning the mother of the twins made a sound while preparing breakfast for her husband at the dinner table.

"I decided to leave college until an unspecified deadline!" asserted Kailla, opening the conversation at the dining table.

Deg-

Pram raised his gaze, looking at his wife questioningly. "Why?"

The man was stuffing a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

"From now on, I'll come with you to the office. I can't trust you anymore, honey." Kailla explained with a wry sour face. For a week, the smile on his face disappeared.

"I'm fine, Kai." Soothing tram. Pram was just about to hold Kailla's hand sitting by his side, but his wife had already lifted the plate and moved away.

"We're not okay, honey. I'm asking you to talk just because I don't have a choice. Keep your distance except ...." Kaila could not continue her sentence, her mother-in-law's voice yelling greet from a distance.

"On?"

"Anybody's home?" shouted Mother Citra who looked fresh with a green batik top and black cotton trousers. Her hair was curled upwards, perfected with thin makeup. Blush eyes, cheeks and lips in the same color.

"Mama?" Kailla hurriedly lifted the plate and sat back down to where she was.

Pram smelled a smile, clasping her hand tightly.

*T*it's not in vain I told Mama to come to my house early in the morning. At least Kailla will soften even if only for a moment.

"Ma, sit. Had breakfast?" pram asked while putting fried rice in his mouth.

"It has. Mama's getting ready from dawn." Ibu Citra replied while tidying up her hair that had been arranged in such a way. With her grace put her tiny handbag on the table.

"Where are you going?" ask Kailla wonder. He stopped his breakfast for a moment, to make sure his mother-in-law was okay. Usually, the look of Citra's mother is not far from the house negligee, but this time it is different.

"Pram asks Mama to come to this house every morning, it goes into effect today. Pram said, if Mama complies, will buy the latest branded bags like yours, Kai."

"So, Mama get ready. When to go shopping, just go." Ibu Citra told me innocently.

Pram bowed, he was sure Kailla had understood his scheming idea.

"What do you mean?" kailla asked, putting her lips close to Pram's ears. He did not want his quarrel with Pram until it was known to his mother-in-law.

"It's okay, Kai. I just want to kiss you every morning before I go to the office. If there's no Mama, I can't do it" Pram said, to be honest.

Kailla's eyeballs are rounded, trying to hide her annoyance.

"So, when will you be brought shopping? So go, right?" mother Citra asked, looking at her son and daughter-in-law who were whispering in front of her.

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