The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 80

Pram was still staring at the ceiling of the room while peeking at the movement on the bed. His brain is devising a devious plan to make Kailla surrender.

“PPKM?” Pram chuckled. “Pelan-pelan you give up. I'm sure.” Confidently, the man clasped his hands on his chest, savoring the cold that was grilling his bones.

Starting to weigh up what plan he was going to launch to conquer his wife, a sly grin appeared on his lips.

“Honey, you've slept?” Pram breaks the silence of the night, opens the conversation.

“Hmm.” Kaila muttered as she closed her eyes, reflexively pulling the blanket to warm her thinly clothed body.

“You heard my story?” ask Pram again.

“Hmm.” Kailla still muttered. Half of consciousness is out of place.

“There are creepy stories happening ...” Pram raised his head, peeking at the movement on the bed. “Huh! It would be useless as it seems. Kailla is already flying.” Pram broke his body back and lamented his fate.

“Do I just break the rules. After all, rules are made to be broken.” Pram smile. “Later, if he gets angry just apologize. Affairs finished, can warm embrace.” Pram had just lowered his feet from the sofa when Kailla's voice reminded him.

“Dare to step ...”

“It turns out she hasn't slept.” Pram tidied up his seat, sighing harshly. If you do not remember all this happened because of his mistake, of course Pram can behave arbitrarily like before. However, the condition is different. He is guilty of Kailla and must be willing to persuade patiently. What's more, his wife is currently pregnant young, Pram does not want their quarrel to affect the pregnancy Kailla.

Gathering his patience while making sure Kailla is asleep, Pram hits the winning drum as Kailla's subtle snoring sounds begin to sound regular.

“The horror story does not work. All right, I'll pull the blanket and let her get cold like last time. No need to wait long, Kailla will definitely come to me." It was impossible to also turn off the room lights, the terrified screams of Kailla would shock their twin sons.

Sneaking around, Pram already pulled the blanket and lowered the room temperature. Hiding the thick cloth in the closet, Pram must make sure that Kailla will not find and inevitably run into his arms looking for comfort.

“Beres.” Pram swallow saliva. His eyes sparkled as if he was about to pounce on Kailla who was wrapped in red lingerie. “I make sure this time you yourself come to me, Darling.” Pram heaved a sigh of relief, again lying on the sofa while waiting for the seconds of his victory to arrive.

Time has passed midnight, the day changed already when Pram felt the cold penetrate the skin and shed his bones. Shivering from the cold because of his own actions, Pram sleeps continuously while curled up on the sofa.

“What time is it now?” Not only cold, the man also had to face aching attacks on the waist and neck because of his imperfect sleeping position.

Pram's view turned to the top of the bed as he made sure the clock on the wall was almost 04:00 in the morning.

“Kailla?” Pram jumps down from the sofa while making sure the bed is empty. Let alone Kailla, no trace of it. I don't know where mommy the twins went. Pram seemed to yawn, stepping into his son's room with his eyes half closed.

The pain still felt to tear Pram's body apart. The tip of his feet and hands were ice-cold, even he had to move his body to expel the cold that was attacking.

“Hooh.” Pram sighed. He was annoyed to see Kailla sleeping comfortably, wrapping herself and hiding behind a thick blanket patterned The Cars.

“This means that my brain function decreases with age or Kailla's brain increases with age. I should have known, he would have taken refuge in the children's room in the cold, not come to me and ask for warmth or hugs. Stupid you, Pram.” The man with the night sweatshirt and the shorts hit his own forehead. He no longer cared, choosing to sleep next to Kailla.

Stupid time with his wife's nagging. His head hurts, he's cold. At least be able to ride and share a blanket with the mother of the twins.

However, his relief did not last long, Kailla piqued and pushed him down.

“You what?” Kailla asked in a hoarse voice. His eyes opened wide, staring intently at Pram who was preparing to take a comfortable position beside him.

“Sleep at your place!” drive Kailla. “Have hitched a lot!” gerutu Kailla again, mastered the blanket and did not want to share. He could see the disappointed hue of Pram who was forced to wake up from sleep and step back into their room.

***

In the morning, Pram was out of the room carrying a black suit and ready to leave for the office. Dropping his buttocks on the chair, he prepared to eat Kailla's second-to-none breakfast. Especially if it is not an oilless egg with the maturity level of the yolk is perfect for taste Pram.

"Kai, how long are we supposed to keep each other quiet like this?" Pram opened his voice while looking at his beautiful looking wife with a pink apron.

Stirring up the eggs served on a plate, Pram looks dreamy. Her appetite is gone with Kailla's departure.

"Pram, what's going on?" Mother Citra's voice suddenly greeted. The old woman deliberately visited early in the morning to make sure the state of her favorite daughter-in-law was fine. Kailla's pregnancy made her so happy she couldn't sleep well all night.

"Ma." Pram looked at his mother sadly. He did not know what else to do to soften his wife. He really hopes to accompany Kailla last night this pregnancy, paying for everything that was missed when his wife was pregnant with the twins.

"What's going on? Isn't Kailla pregnant again, should you be happy?" Mother Citra dropped her body and sat down in front of her son. Lately, he started reading something was going on inside his son's household. Even so, Ibu Citra chose not to interfere until Pram himself divided it.

Pram looked at his mother. It seemed that the deep black-shirt man was thinking. "

Did I ask Mama's help to soften Kailla. They are always so. Surely Kailla would be easily persuaded by Mama.

Pram is smiling.

Bleeding slowly, Pram straightened his seat. "Ma, can I ask for your help?" Pram start.

"What's wrong?" Mother Citra stared in wonder.

"I'm having trouble with Kailla. Until now he hasn't forgiven me, Ma." Pram's voice sounded weak. It feels shame to tell someone else about their household problems. At this age, it feels inappropriate.

"What problem?" Ibu Citra is still listening. His attitude was still relaxed as if it was no big deal. As a parent, he is already very familiar with the relationship Pram and Kailla. The various insanities that were possible for outsiders would shake their heads, Mother Citra was already used to it. His son and daughter-in-law are both crazy and shameless when it comes to loving.

"Kailla is jealous of a girl who interns at the office." Pram start.

"Then?"

"My wife went berserk and went to the girl ...."

"Who? Which girl? What age?" Ibu Citra began to be lured.

"Keisyah. Intern at the office. I often help him. His father is dead and his mother is sick. Still class 3 SMA," explained Pram.

"Then? What makes Kailla go berserk?"

"The girl secretly likes me and Kailla knows that she hugged and kissed me."

Ibu Citra is wide-eyed. "PRAM!" Mother Citra suddenly stood up and kicked down the table.

"Ma, listen to me. I don't have any feelings for him. It's just ...."

"Bad. It's worth it that Kailla turned her back on you. If it was my husband, I would have chopped it off to nothing." Mother Citra stood with both hands at her waist, looking at Pram with anger.

Glug.

Pram swallow saliva. He should have known that his mother and Kailla were betel in two. He was wrong to ask his mother for help. The opposite is true, only adding to the problem.

"YES!" shouted Mother Citra. "Here, Kai." The twilight woman had already bloodied and was preparing to tear her son apart.

"Ma, already. Don't be like this." Pram tried to persuade.

"No, I'll make sure to drag you across. I'll drown it!" Ibu Citra threatened.