The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 93

An old unused barn became Kentley's place of confinement. Its location away from the residential area plus access to the location is still filled with bushes make the place unspoiled. Screams and cries will not be heard, except by wood seekers who deliberately enter the untouched area.

Not to mention the news of birds exhaled by some residents about the awesomeness of places that had once functioned as a place of packing magi cloth. If the cry of the cute baby was heard by the citizens, it is certain they will be in a mess of fear.

With her eyes covered in black cloth, Kailla screamed whenever her undressed trousers were perfectly exposed to the grass and small twigs of thorny trees. He could not dodge, his hands tied behind his back.

"Is it still long? I miss my son." Kailla is still Kailla, she won't be daunted by anything. Even at a time like this, the mother of the twins was still able to ask many things.

"Shut your mouth!" A rude reply sounded from the man who was behind Kailla. "It's so noisy!" his scolding while pushing his prisoner rough to fall into the thickets.

"Aw! Kailla screams as her body rolls over and is hit by thorny plants. He believes both of his arms were injured when he felt pain in his right and left arms. "Huh, you know, I asked to be escorted to the mall first to buy clothes and trousers.

"Shut up!" shouted the other man who had been silent since.

"How can you be silent. I can't see anything. If my eyes were opened, I might be able to keep quiet while enjoying the view."

"It's more difficult than his son. Not to reduce the problem. It might add to the problem!" The man in the back is making a sound.

Before long, there was faintly the sound of baby crying. The sound was getting longer, louder.

"Kentley," Cailla's great-grandson stopped her steps. He sharpened his hearing to make sure the sound was real. "That's my son's voice, right?" Kailla ran in any direction following her heart and instincts. He now wants to meet his son.

Bruck.

Kailla's body bounced off as it hit an iron pole in front of the old warehouse. This time he could feel his temple throbbing and wet. However, the pain disappeared in an instant as his son's loud cries sounded closer and closer.

"Please open my eyes!" kailla yells. He could not get up, fall and rest in the dirty soil.

Kailla's head shook his head violently, hoping that the blindfold could be removed as soon as possible. There's no other way, he has to see Kentley immediately.

"Please take off my blindfold!" kailla shouted impatiently. The talk, the mockery and the screams gave the people around him a headache.

"YETOOOOO!" kailla shouted so. This time, however, his luck was not very good. An arm-sized beam hit the back of the head. Within seconds, his scream disappeared and was unconscious.

"The easiest way to silence him" said one of the men, clasping a block in his hand.

***

Sam panics after hours of waiting in the car, but Kailla doesn't get out. Her employer's phone could not be reached either. He ran inside to see what was going on inside the restaurant. Half an hour later Sam came out limp.

Kailla's not inside. He had contacted the house assistant, his employer wasn't there either.

"How's this? Did I call Mr Pram? Sam weighed in while imagining his fate the next few hours. No matter what happened to Kailla at the moment, she could not guess. He only knew that his fate was at the tip of the horn. He must be prepared to accept Pram's anger.

"Ckckck, can I survive this time. I'm surrendering to you, God." Sam stared at the sky with both hands stretched out upwards.

Walking towards his car with an empty mind, Sam almost got hit by a car that passed in the courtyard of the restaurant.

"I'm safe here, but I don't know what my fate will be in the next few hours. Especially Non Kailla's pregnant. It's really over with my history." The assistant's lips were pouting since then.

"Stay your heart, I'll report it to Mr. Pram. Meet me in person or call me on the phone, okay?" Sam weighed his losses. "Ah, by mobile phone only. At least he can nag me without touching me. I'll have to do some physical training before I get a blow from Mr. Pram."

The young man's hand shook, wiping the screen of his expensive device that was left two installments. It seemed that he sighed repeatedly to dampen the rumbling in his heart.

The continuous tone increasingly made his chest hammer. Sam's guts disappear instantly as a heavy voice greets from across the call.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Deg-

Kelu tongue, a series of sentences that have been arranged neatly now fly unceremoniously. Sam stuttered.

"Pa ..m ... Sir, ma .. want a report." The first sentence escaped. Sam needs more power to deliver the next news.

"What's wrong? Don't waste my time. I have a lot of business!" nagel Pram's.

"Ma .. sorry, sir. Non Kailla's missing." Sam closed his eyes. Standing next to the car, he prepared to wait for an explosion that would destroy him.