The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 69

“Kai ..”.

“Honey, wait for me.” Pram chases after Kailla who has walked towards the elevator.

Kailla did not serve, even getting into the elevator her attitude remained cold and let Pram speak for himself.

“Honey, thank you for forgiving everyone. You finished it beautifully. Perfect, Babe.” The new Pram will hug Kailla, suddenly the elevator doors open and join a young couple hitchhiking in the same elevator. Pram has to undo his intention to melt Kailla's heart.

Walking towards the parking lot, the situation remained the same. Kailla was still silent, closing her lips tightly. Only the sound of five-centimeter heels wrapped around his feet sounded regular when he hit the cement floor.

“Why, Boss?” Bayu waiting in the lobby followed the steps of Kailla and Pram.

“Sedang sensitive. Ordinary ... seek the attention of her husband, but do not want to be frank.” Pram whispered softly, not wanting his answer to sound Kailla and become a problem. Kailla was still carried away by feelings, unable to be persuaded easily.

Bayu smile. Has long served with Pram and watched over Kailla since she was a teenager, of course, she really understands the character of both her employers.

Couples are different ages with different characters, the ups and downs of relationships until they have crossed the threshold of divorce even though they eventually stay together.

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The days are fast without feeling. Since Kailla's warning, Keisya has changed drastically. The teenage girl kept her promise. It was evident from the seriousness of learning many things in the company.

Kailla who took college leave was more focused on her twin sons in between her busy keeping her old husband from chasing girls, adult women, even married women. The four-headed man of his is still luring many women.

That morning, Kailla who used to get up early and prepare breakfast for her husband and twin sons suddenly felt something unusual inside her body. For a few days, he felt something was different about him.

His body easily tired, tired and less excited. Plus the dizziness and timeless headache that had struck him the past few days.

The large room was occupied alone. Pram still sleeps in another room because of their never-ending quarrel. Having just set foot on the floor, Kailla feels the world turning, followed by nausea tickling the stomach without mercy.

Running spilling her entrails into the sink, Kailla was completely overwhelmed.

“I why else?” kailla complained, rubbing her wet face. It was still morning, it was still dark outside. Want to feel coiled behind a blanket, not cooking, not preparing breakfast, no need to go down to the kitchen.

Putting her body back on the bed, Kailla continued her sleep and pulled the blanket over. His left hand gently swiped the side of the cold uninhabited bed. There was a longing for a sip in the chest, but he was still unwilling to reconcile for now. The annoyance still filled his mind as he recalled how Pram could be cheered until he was kissed and hugged Keisya.

Kailla's eyes closed, sleeping again until she heard voices calling her.

“Honey, wake.”

“Kai, are you okay?”

Pram is tidy in his work suit, bringing his two twins to wake Kailla up. Their mornings felt less colorful without the presence of the hostess who had not come down to fill the dining table as usual.

“Hmmm.” Kailla muttered. His sleep was disturbed, the young mother seemed to yawn with her eyes still closed.

“What time is it, Darling?” kailla asked, not yet fully conscious.

“Half eight. I'll be at the office soon. You just rest at home, no need to follow me.” Pram.

In between those masculine voices, Kailla could hear the babbling of a baby boy nearby.

“Ma .. mama .. ma.” The youngest Kentley chattered beside Kailla. Sit while biting the pillow.

“Ma ... ma .. ma.” The eldest chose to lay himself on Kailla's shoulders, spoiled as usual.

Kailla is still gathering consciousness that has not yet fully returned, some are still venturing in the dreamland.

“Mommy, wake.” Pram made a sound while patting his wife's cheek gently.

“Hmmm.” Kailla's voice sounded faint. “My head hurts, Honey.” The joy that had not been channeled because he had too hardened his heart, now appeared in a semi-conscious moment.

“Ya, already. I'm leaving for the office. I had breakfast and the kids had finished their breakfast. Just rest at home today, accompany the kids. If it is still not feeling well, later in the day I will accompany you to the doctor.” Pram said softly, peeping at his wife's forehead.

Deg—

Kailla opened her eyes, her gaze clashing with the husband's shady gaze. “I'm coming to the office,” Kailla said slowly. She has not been able to leave Pram alone until she is absolutely certain that her former husband is back. A husband who is strict and cannot be played with by women.

“You are sick ... why come to the office, dear?” Pram said softly.

“No. You have a meeting with a client today. I have to come.” Kailla insisted. Pulling her limp body to sit, Kailla chuckled as she watched the twins scramble to sit on her lap.

“Ma .. mama .. ma.” Kentley squeezes Kailla's face. The boy looked happy, shouting hysterically. Bentley as usual, splashed on the chest, with its effect. Reynaldi Pratama's eldest son did not say much.

“I'm just in a meeting. There are no women anyway. Everything's male.” Prams explained.

Kailla. “I want to come.”

“Ya. Prepare now. I'll wait for you to take with the kids.” Pram. He does not want to make trouble with Kailla as long as the condition of his household has not returned to normal. She has missed sleep hugging Kailla, sharing her stories and many things.

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