The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 96

Driving his car out of Jakarta, Pram felt a little relieved when Reino shared a small piece of valuable information. Although the exact location of the captivity of his wife and child has not been found, at least it gives him a glimmer of hope.

“Bay, I'm heading out of town. I've already sent the address on your phone. Bring some assistants and your people. Focus on the location I sent!” tell Pram before turning off his phone. Both hands clutching the steering wheel firmly, his knuckles looked whitened.

If screaming, crying and raging can bring things back, of course he will do it so that Kailla and Kentley quickly return to his arms. But he knew it was all for nothing.

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Kaila lies unconscious in an old barn after getting a heavy blow to the back of her head. The condition is terrible, both hands and feet are tied to the rope with the mouth covered by a handkerchief.

Not far from his place, Kentley seemed to be crying loudly while being cared for by a woman. The baby's screams sounded heartbreaking, calling for his mother lying on the dirty and dusty floor.

“Sstt, quiet, Son. Your mom's up soon.” The woman who was holding Kentley looked polite and motherly. There was no aura of a villain or kidnapper on his simple face.

“Please, wake the woman.” He shouted at the two tall, large, dark-skinned guards. Both faces were creepy, there was no smile with both hands covered in tattoos.

“Please, the child is starving and does not want to be breastfed with formula milk. Poor.” The woman who was carrying Kentley was groaning. He should be able to subdue the two men inside at least because the guards outside were more sinister. Coupled with her husband who was half-crazy after getting out of prison.

“Please wake his mother this child. Poor .... His son's been hungry since yesterday. Crying constantly. If this is the case, I'm sure even tonight you'll feel like hell. My advice should be to wake up his mother quickly and ask her to breastfeed her son,” threatened the woman to ask for understanding.

Guard men with shorter stature were seen coming out of the crib. As soon as the door opened, a bonfire was lit. It turned out that the people outside were partying just in case. Low spirits sounded piercing to the ears.

Back with a bucket of water in hand, the man woke Kailla up in an unusual way. He sprayed it violently, then kicked the two legs that drooped helplessly.

“Build!” his yell.

Unable with water and a kick, the burly hand grabbed Kailla's hair. This time it worked. The eyelids of the mother of the twins blinked several times and soon opened perfectly.

“I where?” His head hurts, his temples throb. He was only able to make a sound after the handkerchief that stuffed his mouth was removed.

“In five-star hotel. Get up and please suckle the bad boy. Don't try to escape. I want to party outside!” threaten him while unwinding on the hands and feet of his victims. Before long, he walked out joined by the other friends, leaving behind a friend of his to keep watch inside.

Trudging towards her son, Kailla shed a cry as she managed to touch her youngest son. Kentley, who had been missing for two days from his arms.

"Dear." The pain that controlled his weak body suddenly disappeared while his son was in the arms. Being breastfed without shame and hesitation. The son needed his touch.

"I'm sorry my husband." The woman who was babysitting Kentley made a sound. Her net was glazed as she watched the sight of mother and son in front of her. He remembered his daughter who had to leave a year ago because of congenital heart disease from birth.

Kailla did not reply, her gaze only fixed on her youngest son. The yellow light from the makeshift lamp in the old barn was enough for him to research Kentley. His son is fine. Just a little thinner and looking lethargic.

"You're fine, son." A small smile when looking at those tiny lips enjoyed the ASI from the source. Kailla's maternal side was summoned, at this time her spirit was flaring back. She'll protect Kentley and get the baby out safely.

Since finding out she was pregnant, Kailla has been struggling to train the twins to escape breast milk and introduce formula. However, both babies still need a longer introduction. Until now, both Bentley and Kentley still need a source of ASI every drowsy and sleepy night.

"Susui just here." The woman patted the old wooden chair she was also sitting on.

Kaila flinched, choosing to sit cross-legged on the dirty floor. His white pants and vest looked messy. Right now, he could not trust anyone, relying only on his brain and muscles alone.

"I promise I'll help you. Introduce me to his wife Wiraguna. The mastermind of all this. I'm sorry for what my husband did." The woman persuaded. His voice was like a night wind.

"Come, I don't want the guard to hear it. I'll help you and your son get out of here. Please come upstairs so you can talk freely."

Kailla. Right now he can't trust everyone. He looked at the woman deeply, as if to penetrate and find out the true contents of his heart. After making sure, he went up and sat down next to her.

"I know that you don't believe me. But, I persuaded my husband to bring you here. I can't save your baby alone. I need your help. Tomorrow morning, when the guard was still asleep. Get out the left door. Go into the forest and follow the path of the villagers. Up at the end, will meet the village path." The woman whispered softly. "I'm going to outwit my guard and my husband." He smiled, cheered.

Kailla's still listening. He did not understand this woman was really going to help him or just trap.

"Don't cross the path in front of the warehouse. There are many guards there. I'm worried .. You can't get away."

Highlight the eyes of the woman who is thought to be over the age of Kailla a few years it looks sincere.

"Why help me?" whispered Kailla.

The woman, whose name is unknown, smiled. "Because I lost my baby girl, too. My two children were born with heart defects. Pramana and Pranita. Pram has undergone surgery, while Nita will. A year ago ...."

The soft voice stammered as she told the story, Kailla could see the beautiful eyes of her interlocutor glazed over.

"Last year, when my husband decided to harm you ...."

Kailla's surprised. "I mean ... how?"

"A accident caused by my husband. He was paid 20 million to do it. That money will be used to help with my daughter's operating expenses. But, my husband was imprisoned and Nita died without being able to meet his papa. I remember ... once begging your man .. asking to be settled. At least my husband can still see our son for the last time. But ...." His voice stopped, his tears spilled without a sound.

"I'm sorry my husband, he's sick. When the only daughter we had died, my husband was devastated. Very hard hit and until now he still can not accept it. I will fight to save you. But please don't put my husband in jail again. I want to cure him. She's really sick ...."

"I'm just like you. I'm a mom with two boys waiting at home right now. I left them, Prasetya and Pramana home alone to save your son and save my husband. Please consider again," he said.

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Part2 is the opening part2 for some of my other works. For the confused, I understand. Maybe not everyone follows my work entitled Diadra and Matchmaking in the 21st Century. But, I had to write these parts to keep my story together and no puzzle pieces were missing.