The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 75

Being in the middle of a meeting is not fun for Kailla. Minutes of listening to the discussion that he did not understand, forcing the eyes to remain open and absorb all the knowledge that could not reach his brain.

It is not easy for Kailla who does not have an interest in the business field. Repeatedly trying to force yourself to understand, pretending to nod and understand so that the meeting participants recognize his qualities, still Kailla can not absorb any knowledge. Matter only enters from the left ear and exits through the right ear.

And so on, she was more interested in the appearance of the speakers who stood in front, explaining in detail to her husband who smiled with admiration responding to every strand of the word. Not infrequently, Pram nodded and looked amazed.

However, when Pram's gaze collided with her, the hue on her husband's face changed.

"I love you." Pram spoke without a sound. Only the movements of the lips could still be read by Kailla. The smile of the adult man looked handsome, enhanced by the flirting of the left eye.

Kailla put on a pouting face. "We're not okay yet. Don't tease me." Kailla said ketus and threw away a glance.

Pram did not remain silent. Honestly, he also began to get bored, enjoying his tummy rumbling and continuously swallowing water served on the meeting table.

"After the meeting, we'll have lunch, Kai." Pram whispered softly. Secretly clasping Kailla's hand under the meeting table.

"Delivery." Kailla ruled without a voice, she did not want her voice to be heard by others. The young mother's sharp gaze drew straight to the heart, sending a threat to the husband.

An hour went by without notice, Kailla who was starving, exhausted and boredom began to unfocus. Her gaze is twitching. His face was pale, enjoying the sensation of his stomach which had also started to rebel.

"Darling, is it still a long time?" ask her to Pram who is sitting next door.

"No, wait a minute." Pram replied without looking at Kailla at all. He was seriously hearing Jenny's explanation.

Kaila relented, choosing to lay her head on the meeting table. He was no longer strong, not even able to just lift his head and open his eyes. That twinkling look suddenly blurred and darkened in a matter of seconds. Kailla lost consciousness, laying her head on the table. He could not listen to anything, his world was dark, vanishing instantly.

"Sleep again. Old habits." Pram said quietly, smiling flatly at his wife who was sleeping in the middle of the meeting. Not only Pram, Jenny also smiled when she saw Kailla sleeping on the table without embarrassment. Witnessed by the many pairs of eyes that quietly mengawum smile and of course gossip in the heart, laughing at the mistress who did not know the place.

"It's worse than Anita's sister told me." Jenny said in her heart. He often heard the story of Kailla and Pram from his sister-in-law. However, that fact spoke more than its shadow.

Honestly, the figure of Pram is very interesting for him. It's just that Jenny didn't expect that Pram would make her choice to an ordinary woman. Kailla is not a career woman with many achievements, nor is the figure of a housewife who mastered many things. Kailla is just the spoiled daughter of a conglomerate. Other than her parents' treasures, there was no excess of Kailla in her eyes at all.

Jenny is not out of her mind, how Pram can be loyal to one woman at a time when her position is very supportive to get another woman who is much classier. Pram is mature, handsome and well established. Jenny is sure, if Pram wants he can choose any woman who is much better than a Kailla Riadi Dirgantara who does not have any advantages. Just an ordinary woman without achievements.

"Dear." Pram tried to call Kailla after the meeting was over. He deliberately let his wife sleep even though it was a very embarrassing thing. Looking at Kailla's pale and exhausted face, it felt like she had no heart.

"Kai." Pram started to worry, hurriedly stood up to confirm what was happening. The face of Kailla rests on the table. Kailla's body is squeezed, not powered at all.

"Dear, wake up." Pram panicked, feeling something was wrong. He only realized that his wife was not asleep but unconscious when patting Kailla on the cheek and there was no response at all. Kailla was silent, Kailla was motionless, Kailla kept her eyes closed.

"Kai, don't scare me." Pram said softly, clutching Kailla's hollow head in his hand.

"Jenny, please get me some eucalyptus oil or something. Looks like Kailla passed out." Pram hugged Kailla. Lost the hunger he had been holding back since, vanished already the calm he maintained. He was almost insane, trying to resuscitate his wandering wife.

"Kai, wake. Don't scare me." The pats on Kailla's face grew tighter, leaving a red stain. "Dear, wake up." Pram hugged tightly.

Jenny ran in with a bottle of eucalyptus oil. "Here, Pram."

"thank you. Please leave us." Pram kicked Jenny out.

"Yes. Just put it to bed on the couch." Jenny proposed while pointing towards the long seat on the left side of the room. Before long, he rushed out according to the request of his superior.

"Kai, wake. I'm sorry." Pram rubbed eucalyptus oil on Kailla's forehead, neck and nose. He rubbed his cold hands.

"Wake, Honey. Don't scare me." Pram's voice vibrates. His self-defense was about to collapse, guilt hitting him all of a sudden.

The mature man could breathe a sigh of relief when he saw his wife's eyelids move. Before long, the netra opened and Kailla looked confused.

"I ...." Kailla squeezed her head, the mother of the twins' voice sounded weak.

"Finally, you wake up too, Kai." Pram hugged his wife. "We're looking for food, then we go back to Jakarta. Tomorrow, I try not to go out of town again. I promise you. I'm sorry."

Pram feels guilty. Were it not for Keisya, none of this would have happened. Kailla's trust in her is still intact and untarnished. Cupped his wife's face with both hands, then tightly hugged Kailla's body that was still limp.

Unfortunately it always comes behind, he did not expect at all the impact of the misunderstanding would have long-tail.

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