The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 71

“Ste, have Pieter replace me with Mr. Tsang.” Pre-secretary by phone. He had no other way but to leave everything to Pieter and sit sweetly at home. Kailla would not have stayed silent had she dared to step out of her residence.

Walking out of the room with the phone still stuck to the ear, Pram told the secretary a lot of things.

“Let's report all the results of the meeting to me, Ste.”

“Ya, Sir.” Stella answered from across.

“Oh yes, some important files that must be signed immediately please leave them to Bayu. He was on his way to the office to retrieve all the documents that should be ...” Pram's voice came to a halt when he heard Kailla calling out to him.

“Honey, you want to go to the office?” ask the twins. Lying down and closing his eyes, dizziness still did not want to go from his head.

“Shortly, Ste. Kailla needs me.” Pram dropped his phone from his ear and walked over to his wife.

“Why, Kai?” Pram raises his right knee above the bed and approaches Kailla.

“You want to go to the office?” Kailla opened her eyes.

Putting his phone still connected to the secretary, Pram put the back of his hand on Kailla's forehead.

“Sayang ..” Kailla protested and brushed off the husband's hand.

“Why, Kai?” Pram is patient.

“You want to go to the office again?” ask Kailla.

Pram. “No, Dear. I asked Pieter to take my place. If you have time .. I will try to join the meeting via video connection only.” Prams explained. His fingers looked agile, tidying up Kailla's long messy hair on the pillow.

“Rest only. I'm not going anywhere.” Pram smiled warmly. He tried to convince the wife to immediately restore the trust that was accidentally stained. He knows it's not easy. It takes clarity to start and forget what happened.

Kaila closed her eyes after making sure her husband wasn't lying.

“I'll work from home. If you need me .. you can find me in the workspace.” Pram drew his face closer, hesitatingly peeling Kailla's lips open.

It seemed like a long time ago he did not enjoy the sweet lips of his wife. Later he could not get close, Kailla always roared and was ready to pounce on him.

Kaila opened her eyes when she felt her lips being touched in an unusual way. So soft and warm, Kailla could feel Pram pampering her. The lips of the husband are so light and sweet.

“I'm sorry, Kai. Please don't be angry anymore. I don't want to see you sick like this.” Pram whispered softly after finishing his kiss. “Me and the kids are so sad to see you like this.” Gently wiping Kailla's forehead, Pram also tidied up his wife's messy haircut.

The young mother was silent, staring into the bead of her husband's eyes. The view is calm and quieting the soul.

“I have to apologize in what way?” ask Pram again. His voice was slow, whispering in Kailla's ear, who was now turning away from her face.

“Go!” drive Kailla.

Pram. “Still not willing to make peace with me?” Pram was already half-overlapping, both his hands locked on the left and right of his wife's head.

Kailla shook her head, pouted and turned her face to the side. He does not want to take a look. Her husband deliberately approached her in a different way.

“Kai, look at me, Darling.” Pram.

Kailla's still shaking.

Smiling, Pram used the tip of his index finger to touch Kailla's chin and make her want to look at him.

Deg—

Kailla was stunned when she faced each other at such a close distance. He could feel a puff of Pram's breath, so close and sweeping his face.

“I love you,” whispered Pram with a heavy voice.

“Very much love you.” The 45-year-old's face grew closer, sticking the tip of his nose to the tip of his wife's pointy nose.

“Only ...love you.” Pram's voice sounded heavier, his breathing was getting warmer.

“Don't be angry again, Mommy. Want Daddy to buy you a new bag?” tawar Pram, enforce his seat. He looked like he was tidying up a black shirt that stuck to his body and looked messy.

Kailla silence.

“Newest?” ask Pram again, tickling Kailla with a tempting offer.

Kailla seemed to think, then shook her head back.

"Seriously?" pram asked, still not satisfied.

"Yes ...." Kailla answered weakly.

As Pram's breath sounds, the man gives up after unsuccessfully persuading Kailla. I don't know how else to soften the wife. His kiss was reciprocated, Kailla did not refuse to be approached but when invited to make peace, his wife refused firmly.

"I have to work, honey." Pram stood up and smiled. Slightly bowing, he presented a kiss at Kailla's temple. "Just rest. Let the kids be with the nanny today." New Pram will step away when he remembers his phone that is still connected to Stella and placed on the nightstand.

"Oh my God, I kept Stella waiting." Without saying much, Pram turned off his phone.

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After two days of rest at home, Kailla's condition was much better. He was able to prepare breakfast and MPASI for his two sons. Mother Citra who was in the morning had breakfast together because Pram's request seemed to smile to herself. His stomach was full right when Pram put a shopping bag containing a bag on the table.

"For Mama, Pram?" mother Citra asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes, I was going to buy two. The black for Mama and the pink for ...." Pram stopped talking, glancing towards Kailla at a glance.

"That's it. My wife doesn't like bags anymore. Now, I'm buying enough for Mama." Pram drops his butt on the chair, secretly stealing a look at Kailla who pretends to be busy preparing rice and side dishes for him.

"Thank you, Pram." Mama Citra was very happy to see the gift from her son.

"Just open up, Ma. Maybe Kailla wants to see it too." Pram smiled cunningly, waiting for his wife's reaction.

Sure enough, as soon as the black bag was taken out of the box, the pumpkin porridge that Kailla was about to prepare for her two sons was spilled. The twins' mother's eyeballs were perfectly rounded, beyond the full moon.

"Beautiful, Pram." Ibu Citra clutches Pram's gift bag lovingly.

"If you want, it's still in the office. But, it's pink. If you want, take it." Pram said while feeding food into his own mouth. He was waiting for the moment Kailla begged him.

A second, two seconds, five seconds to a minute passed. Pram was waiting for his wife to open her voice while eating her food. He gave a smile when he saw Kailla grabbing a tissue and asked Kinara to clean up the porridge spills.

"Kin, please clean up. I need to call Bella. I have an appointment with him today."

Deg-

Pram gulped while sharpening his hearing to eavesdrop on his wife's conversation.

"Boo, how are you?" ask Kailla when the call is connected. He deliberately turned on the loudspeaker so that Pram also heard his streets with Bella later in the afternoon. He won't let Pram win that easily.

"I'm Dad, not Mom. What's up, Kai? Bara received the call with ketus. His wife is busy taking care of his children.

"Om, is the bell?" kailla asked hesitantly.

"There, but can't take a call. At my house now at 07:00, rush hour." Half a grumble.

"Alright, then .. I went there with my children. It's been a long time that my twin sons haven't ruffled your house, Om."

Bara gasped, last time Pram's twin son visited the house had broken the antique vase left by his parents. Inexplicably what will be destroyed by Kentley and Bentley at his visit this time. The mischief of Pram's children when collaborating with Real is the same as a potentially tsunami earthquake. Anything would be swept by the three indiscriminately.

"Ti .. can't, Kai. Bella's busy up to an unspecified deadline." Bara shuddered in horror, imagining the chaos that would ensue if he allowed Kailla to visit. Just a Kailla, she's overwhelmed. Moreover, plus two small soldiers Pram who began to follow in the footsteps of his mother became a small troublemaker.

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