The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 8

“Come, Ma. Without children, shopping it would be more beautiful.” Kailla hugged her in-laws arm tightly with a smile as bright as the day welcoming the morning sun. He can calmly leave his children, when there is Pram guarding both. His shopping mood comes back when Pram is willing to look after his beloved twins.

Kailla is not a motherly type, but she loves her children very much. Even behind the original and arbitrary attitude, he is very caring for his twin babies. He will not leave the two without the supervision of Pram or his mother-in-law. That's what Pram or Ibu Citra had not known. He grew up without the caress of his parents, of course he would not let his children experience what he felt. Even he was forced to go to college, in order to comply with all Pram's requests.

“Mama can choose carefully now,” said Kailla again struggling in the arm of the mother-in-law.

“Help Mama pick a bag, Kai. You're the smartest at this. Mama wondered why not go to college to study this course. You have talent here.” The woman whose age had stepped on the head of seven was laughing.

“Yes, Mom. Mama take it easy. I'm expert. I won't let Mama carry a kw bag at your weapon age, Ma.” Kailla laughed broadly in response to a powerful blow to her arm by her mother-in-law.

Replaced Mom Citra who hugged Kailla's arm with affection. Both have the same nature and hobby. Sometimes speaking often brings out hurtful words, but neither Kailla nor Ms Citra put it in her heart. Kailla understood, Ibu Citra loved her so much behind the sometimes painful words.

For Kailla, Ibu Citra is a substitute for her mother not just her mother-in-law. That way, he can accept the spicy words of Mother Citra with a spacious chest and still consider the old woman his mother although not infrequently he cursed behind.

So did Ibu Citra, she began to learn to understand her daughter-in-law who is not the same as a daughter-in-law in general, learning to accept what her son loves despite still tucked away worries. He did not want Pram's happy-go-lucky household with his twin grandchildren to fall apart because of a third person.

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The candra is perfectly rounded at the boundaries of the sea and the night horizon. Pram was standing on the balcony of his room, holding both hands on his chest while enjoying the summer breeze that accompanied the waves of sea water hit the barrier wall. Singing banyu and baby like lullaby music, Pram yawned a few times before finally deciding to re-collapse in his soft bed.

The mature man was struggling by himself. Seven full moons passed by him with an ever-increasing void. Something has changed in his life, and he is not ready for it. The presence of twins made him feel distant from Kailla and worse rivaled.

Not not to love his children, but when someone comes, why should someone take his foot out of his life. Is his bond with Kailla too strong for these 25 years, so his heart doesn't make room for anything else.

Clattering footsteps walking on the wood-plated floor. Before long, a beautiful figure appeared like an angel with a half-plain body standing before him. Of course with tempting eyes kerling, typical Kailla Riadi Dirgantara Pratama.

His smile was the same as usual, even though the netra looked a little tired. Pram threw his gaze towards the window.

“Honey ...” greet Kailla as her eyes stare at the handsome figure sitting stiffly on the side of the bed.

“Why, LA?” Pram deliberately pressed on the end of his sentence.

“You're jealous?” kailla asked, still smiling.

“No!” A floating pillow. Precisely hit a sexy body that is only covered in a red transparent dress. The curves of the body were perfectly exposed.

Kailla chuckled, picking up the sleeping pillow Pram threw at her.

“Sayang ...” call Kailla running over while hugging the pillow.

“You angry?” tanya Kailla grabbed Pram's hands and held them tightly.

“No. The kids are asleep?” Pram asked without looking at his interlocutor.

“Already.” Kailla plays both hands of Pram with her pot. Move it left and right.

“You're mad at me, honey?” ask Kailla again. A little bit slouching and bringing his face closer. The face of the husband. The cheeks began to fall, the line at the corner of the eye began to increase.

“No.” Pram makes a sound while pulling Kailla to sit on his lap. Hugged tightly to Kailla's slender waist that had already returned to its original size.

“I don't like him calling you Lala,” continued Pram, bluntly.

“All also called me that on campus,” explained Kailla, smiling as she wrapped her hands around Pram's neck. A sweet kiss landed on the handsome man's cheek.

“Truely so?” tanya Pram.

“Hmm.” Kailla nodded.

“I don't like. Sounds sweet compared to my call all this time,” protest Pram

“Kailla ... L and A so LA!” kailla. “That's my name, right? Taken two letters behind.” Kailla explained.

“Your name is ... Kailla Riadi Dirgantara Pratama!” firmly Pram.

“So I should be called Pram too because we both have the name Pratama?” ask Kailla to laugh.

“Aaahhhh!” Kaila screamed in shock as Pram suddenly dropped her on the bed.

“Do not be noisy, your voice wakes the twins!” whispered Pram after silencing Kailla with a kiss.

“Mmm,” Kailla muttered with a smile. Her lentiknya fingers were tidying up the sleeping dress that was not in position.

Lying on his back, looking at the black eyeballs that were now locking him. “What do you want to know?” kailla asked in a soft voice. His gaze did not shift in the slightest from Pram's handsome face.

“Tell me, who is he? How do you know him?” ask Pram. The man's burly body was on top, locking his wife. She locked up Kailla with both hands.

“I don't know him too close, Darling.” Kailla's stained fingers are carving in the curves of Pram's face. Scratch some wrinkles in the corner of the man's eyes with the index tip.

“I don't know who he is, I don't know close. He is handsome, charming, handsome and says people have a relationship with the owner of the campus. She is the idol of the girls on campus, Darling.” Kaila put both hands around her husband's neck.

“And you also idolize it?” cerocos Pram's.

“I was saying girls, Honey. I'm not included in it, I already have two heroes, not girls anymore.”

A kiss landed on Kailla's lips. Pram gave his wife a brief kiss. “Then?” ask Pram again while staring fixed eyeballs Kailla to find honesty.

“Nothing I know anymore about Mr. Adrian, other than he's handsome. I don't even know her status ... get married ... get engaged, or widower.” Kailla chuckles.

“Then?” ask Pram. The man's fingers seemed to be rubbing Kailla's long, messy hair.

“I've never lied to you all this time, right?” Kailla asked.

Pram nodded.

“If I like someone, I will say I like even though it will hurt you.”

The views of the two clashed, the eyes of Pram dimmed. He feels like a child now. A lot of changes in him as time goes on. As he got older, his confidence slowly eroded. Especially now that Kailla is in her golden age. Kailla at 25 years old is like a rose in bloom and ready to receive beetle attacks from all directions.

“He's not my type.” Kailla whispered softly.

“Really?” pram asked, immersing his face in the recess of Kailla's neck.

“Mmm.” Kailla muttered. His hand rubbed the black hair of Pram who was overlapping and hugged him tightly.

“I'm sorry to send you to college again,” said Pram in between a wet kiss on his wife's neck.

“Don't hard, later blush, darling,” protest Kailla, hit the shoulder that is hitting her body,

“Leave it. When anyone sees a reddish mark on your neck, they'll back off regularly.”

“Don't be crazy, Honey. That's a shame.” Again there was protest from the tiny pink lips.

“I'll take you to campus, tomorrow.” Pram said quietly while enjoying the scent of his wife.

“Mmm.” Kailla muttered.

“Any takeoff? I want you to fly the plane tonight, Honey,” Pram said again waiting for a response.

Kailla did not have time to answer, sounding a slow whimper from the next room. And a few seconds later it became an irregular loud cry as well as a simple chorus.

“Kentley is being fussy these few days, Darling.” Kaila pushes the rough body of Pram who is overrunning him. The young mother jumped down and met her children without any regard for Pram.

“Sayang ..” Pram chuckled.

“Later, Sweetheart. Just take down my debt! I'll pay for it by taking you flying to moon.” Kaila ran towards her children's room.

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Tbc