The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 73

Kailla removed the test pack and confirmed that her vision was not wrong. He is still hesitant about the accuracy of the test pack results that actually display line two.

“This is accurate?” tanyanya still stared in disbelief. The little things in his hand. “What in this way the line can disappear one.” Kailla's near-extinction regency found positive results which meant she was actually pregnant.

Maybe for some people pregnancy is a happiness, but not for Kailla. He was not ready, not ready and not sure when he was ready. When making sure she was really pregnant, the back of the picture should lie on the operating table with a scalpel slicing the stomach, a syringe stuck in the skin. Sontak Kailla shuddered in horror.

“I have to face all that again.” Kailla whispered softly.

Returning to the packaging of the pregnancy test kit to find out its accuracy, Kailla smiled. “There are still a few percent chances of this tool error.” Smiling and comforting herself, though in her heart, Kailla was convinced the pregnancy was real. The evidence and symptoms that he experienced made Kailla unable to evade.

“Do I retest?” Kailla said quietly as she walked out to look for her beloved assistant. He will ask Sam to buy more test packs with various brands in order to find in-line results.

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“Non pregnant?” Sam smiled wryly. How possessive Pram would have been if Kailla had really gotten pregnant again.

“This just wanted to be checked Sam. Please buy a lot from different brands. Em ...”

“Mending to doctors only, Non. That's definitely accurate. Can't be wrong again.” Sam gave me an idea.

Kailla. “I ...” The mother of the twins' face dimmed. “Do not talk much, go buy it, Sam.” Kailla was half grumbling. Pouring money at his assistant, turned into the house.

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Next morning.

“Kai ..”.

Kailla was still asleep in her twin son's room when Pram knocked on the bedroom door. He could not sleep all night, thinking about the dozens of test packs that betrayed him. Everything is two-striped and looks real. There is not even one faint.

“Sayang ..” Back Pram calling from outside. He did not want Kailla to get angry just because she entered the room as good as her heart even though as a husband certainly did not hurt.

“Kai ..”.

The sound of the door opening, Kailla's head poking out behind the door. The eyes are still half-covered in disheveled hair.

“Kai, I'll be on my way soon. I have to go to Bandung today. Must leave early in the morning so as not to get stuck in traffic.” Pram.

Bandung's? Jennys?

Kailla's brain is stringing together two related words. The eyes of the young mother were wide open. “I'm coming,” firmly Kailla. The sleepiness disappeared, especially when the net opened perfectly and found Pram was neat and handsome with a casual suit, not a work suit as usual. Black pants with dark blue polo shirt.

“What event? You're not dating someone behind my back, are you?” guess Kailla with a hoarse voice.

“Kai, don't overdo it.” Pram is getting upset. Lately, Kailla's jealousy has become more and more unknown. Everything is always associated with other women.

“I'm coming. Wait for me to get ready.” Kailla ran into the room. He still has time to scream. “Do not leave me and go alone!” threaten her.

Preparing as fast as lightning, Kailla had already appeared in front of Pram with a half-cluttered look. Her hair was wet, her clothes were still not perfectly neat, light blue trousers were matched with white shirts. The eye bags were clear, showing how sleep deprived he was last night.

“Kai?” Pram was still standing in front of the room door. “Do you not have to rest at home?” Surat's worry was evident on Pram's face.

Kailla. “I want to come.”

“It's still too early. You should stay at home and accompany the children. No need to follow.”

“No. I'm staying with.” Kailla stepped out of the room while tidying up her bag and making sure the make-up tools were not left behind.

“Kai, can't it go back to how it used to be? Don't be childish like this.” Honestly, Pram is getting tired of being treated like this. Kailla's like a different person. Excessive jealousy, suspicion of not being in place anymore.

“I don't trust you anymore. Let's go!”

Pram's shoulder gagged. He wasn't not letting her, of course he was happy Kailla was nearby every second, every minute, every hour. However, this is not healthy. Households cannot be like this. Not only Pram, children also need their mother. Wanna get to when Kailla cultivates her suspicions and jealousy.

“I'm pleased with the twins. Please ask Mama to come here to accompany the children.” Pram. He did not want to argue and start a fight this early.

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