The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 68

The black bag was thrust by Keisya's mother in front of Kailla and Pram. Then the old woman lowered her head, not daring to show her face in front of her two guests.

“This is Ms. Kailla's money. I don't know the exact number, but it's all been put in and reassembled by Keisya. Hopefully not reduced." Keisya's mother glanced at the guest sitting side by side on the living room sofa.

Pram glanced at Kailla for a moment, then turned to the twilight-aged woman who looked thinner compared to their last meeting.

“Ya.” Short, dense, clear and meaningless. Kailla only issued one word that did not show the attitude she was going to take forward.

“Bu Kailla ..” Mother Keisya's voice sounded trembling. He tried to strengthen himself. Shame, of course the sense of it dominating at the moment. In fact, before meeting the Pratama married couple who are now sitting in front of him, Mother Keisya has thickened her face for the future of her daughter.

“Mother .. apologies. I realized all this time had not properly educated Keisya. To the extent that the child does not know how to behave. Mom really sorry.”

Kailla is silent, so is Pram. Both are looking in the same direction. Keisya's mother held back tears, trying to look tough.

“Mother please, Mr. Pram and wife are willing to forgive and give Keisya a chance. Mom promised to watch over him and not let Keisya make trouble again.”

“Now, Keisya is no longer able to talk. During this week, Mom persuaded him to go to school again as usual. To the office again, completed his internship, but ..” Pause for a moment, the old woman's hand was seen rubbing her wrinkled cheeks that were wet with tears.

Kaila listened, Pram makes no sound at all. He did not want to make his wife angry with a word that came out of her lips.

“He's only 17 years old .. His future is still long. Please pity, Sir, Bu,” continued Ms. Keisya. His voice sounded more slowly, the old face was even more downcast.

“Mothers hope, Keisya can continue college like other teenage children. For that, I can apologize on behalf of Keisya .. if needed.” Suddenly the twilight-aged woman stood up, limped and knelt begging.

The teary-eyed wrinkled face looked so clear, pleading sincerely.

“Pak, Mom, please forgive my daughter. No problem .. if we have to go back to the old rented house. It doesn't matter if the money is dispensed. I'll try to work again as a laundry worker. Before this, the mother also scratched the sustenance with the hands of this mother to help the family economy. Most importantly, Keisya was allowed to go to school and continue college as Pak Pram had promised before. Please forgive, Keisya.” The old woman was about to kiss Kailla's feet when Keisya's voice stopped her.

“Mother don't do that,” peekik Keisya. The teenage girl looked skinny and messy. His face was pale with protruding cheekbones.

Kailla and Pram gasped, both turning their eyes towards Keisya who was standing in the middle of the door of his room.

“Mother don't do that. I'll apologize for my own mistakes. I will be responsible for my own actions.” Keisya walked over, and knelt down kissing Kailla's feet.

“Already! Don't touch me!” Kailla suddenly stood up. “I assume this problem is finished here. From today all your needs, your needs, and your family should go through me, not my husband anymore.” Kailla.

Keisya lifted his gaze, looking at Kailla who was standing with both hands folded on her chest. Reynaldi Pratama's wife did not even look at him.

“I've forgiven you. Don't try to repeat it again if you don't want to deal with me. I'll do something even worse than now. If you dare to disturb my husband, I assure you .. You will die rather than breathe.” Kailla threatened.

“I, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara .. are not afraid of anything. From now on, if you dare to approach my husband, I will make sure to destroy you to the point of no silence. I'm more terrible than you've ever imagined.”

“Thank you,” said Ms. Keisya, smiling between her tears. Likewise with Keisya, the girl cried while smiling.

“Thank you.”

“I excuse me.” Kailla walks out without waiting for Pram. He doesn't want to be there too long. His mother's anger and taste seemed so compact, talking and competing influenced his feelings and heart.

Pram smiled, grabbed a bag of money and followed his wife's steps.

“I excuse me. From tomorrow, return to the office as usual. Kailla has forgiven you,” said Pram ran out so as not to lose track of his beloved spoiled wife.

The grown man felt a gust of fresh air after nearly a week of losing Kailla's embrace and having to sleep alone in his study.

“Kai ..”.

“Kai ..”.

“Honey, wait for me.” Pram hugged Kailla tightly from behind as soon as he caught up with his wife.

“Honey, thank you. I promise ... won't let you down again. I promise ...” Pram did not continue his sentence, Kailla cut and made a sound.

“I've forgiven Keisya .. because I feel sorry for his mother. I know ... his future is long. If I let him and his mother roam the streets, I feel guilty too.”

“Almost ... the money spent on him is meaningless to us. Let's just say I did good and became a charity for my children later.”

Pram smiled, the hug on Kailla's waist getting tighter. Later that night, he can make out with his wife, cuddle and share the warmth on the bed. He missed all that. However, Kailla's next sentence left all her dreams shattered. The buds in her heart had not yet developed, but it had withered with a simple sentence from Kailla's lips and made her knead in place.

“Don't be happy first. I forgive Keisya, but I cannot forgive you yet. Get your hands off my body!” kailla's word, makes Pram surprised.