The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 40
"Mama cooked for me?" Kailla was shocked when she got home, all the good food was on the table. Only two empty dishes were left waiting to be filled with a menu of longevity fried noodles and white boiled chicken in progress.
"Ish, Mama can't cook. Don't embarrass Mama." Ms. Citra was holding the youngest Kentley, sitting watching the house assistant, the two nannies and Kinar fighting in front of the stove.
Bentley and Diadra were left in the playroom with Tom. Inevitably, Ibu Citra must mobilize everyone so that the cooking can be completed as soon as possible. Everything was sudden, once knowing his daughter-in-law for a birthday, Ibu Citra immediately turned the brain and planned everything.
"Happy birthday, dear. I pray you get the best." Mom Citra smiled. In Kentley's holding position, he couldn't hug Kailla.
"Thank you, Ma." Kailla bowed, giving a kiss on Mom Citra's wrinkled cheeks.
Kailla. His relationship with his father-in-law is not good. There are things that make the two understand, differing opinions. Sometimes they hurt and drop each other. Pram, the 45-year-old man has always been a place to pour out complaints both.
Suppose that Kailla and Ibu Citra can be as it is now, it can be said that Pram is a successful figure who leads the relationship both still running side by side in the difference.
"I love you, Ma. Your birthday present is better than anything." Kailla suddenly grabbed Mom Citra and pressed her cheek on her mama-in-law's cheek.
"It has. It's nothing compared to what you did for Mama. You have given birth to two grandchildren for the Pratama family." Mom Citra patted Kailla's cheek gently and smiled warmly.
"Well, aren't you coming home late, Kai? Pram coming home with you?" Ibu Citra found out when she remembered Pram's words on the phone earlier.
"No Ma, I'm home first." Kailla grabbed Kentley's body and held him. "Bent ... Where, Ma? I haven't seen that kid since." Kailla circulated her gaze around, looking for the whereabouts of the elder.
"In the playroom. Mom put it with Tom. Diadra's there too."
"Yes already. I met my kids first. Thanks for everything, Ma."
Citra's mother looked at Kailla who was holding Kentley away from her. His eyeballs are glazed.
"Mama just hope ..you stay like this, Kai. Mama's old, Mama can only leave Mama's son to you."
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Next day.
Kailla sat pensively in front of the mirror of her dresser, still reminiscing about the happiness she spent last night. Dinner to celebrate his 25th birthday.
More special, because this time the mother-in-law prepared it. Unlike the previous years, Kailla celebrated at the restaurant.
"What are you doing?" Suddenly Pram hugged Kailla who was holding an eyebrow pencil in her right hand.
"Ah, you surprised me, dear." Kailla protest.
"Let's get ready. Don't you have to go to college? I'm going to the office soon too. There's a meeting in the morning, in the afternoon to see Keisya's mother." Pram kissed Kailla's cheeks at a glance then straightened her bent body.
Kaila smiled, looking at the handsome figure of her husband who was buttoning the sleeves of the shirt from the reflection of the mirror. "What's the matter with Keisya's mother?" Kailla asked.
Pram. "I don't know, so it's noon to find out. Honestly .. I feel sorry for him. Her husband was gone, she was sick and could not work. Keisya is still in school. They need my hand to survive." Prams explained.
"I believe you, dear." Kailla stood up and grabbed Pram's tie. As usual, her job every morning is not only to make breakfast for her husband and the twins, Kailla also has to pair a tie and make sure her husband's appearance remains perfect.
"Have you tried your new car?" pram asked, wrapping both his hands around his wife's slender waist.
"Can I drive my own new car?" Kaila who had finished pairing the tie looked spoiled on Pram's neck.
"No. You're not good at driving, let Tom or Ricko take it for you. I don't even trust Sam. Your assistant is eleven twelve with you." Pram chuckled when he saw his wife's face pouting. A kiss docked in Kailla's pointed nose. "Love you."
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"Mother is going home." Keisya's mother was sitting leaning against a plastic chair, welcoming Pram with a cup of hot and fried coffee.
"What's wrong?" pram asked, sitting across from the old lady. The old face was thin and wrinkled, the skin of his hands rough with protruding veins. Not to mention the pursed lips that rarely smile, always sigh tired when talking with short breath.
Seeing the condition of Mother Keisya, he remembered his mother. When I first met Ibu Citra in Bali, the condition was not much different from Ms. Keisya.
"Here the cost of living is greater. I'm scared ...."
"No need to worry about living expenses. I'll guarantee you until Keisya finishes his studies and gets a decent job." Pram. "You want to work for the company. I have no problem" continued Pram, glancing towards Keisya who came out of his simple kitchen with a bowl of boiled instant noodles.
"Yes, you're eating instant noodles again." Pram nagging.
"I haven't eaten this in a long time, Om. There is no food anyway. I'm hungry, I haven't had lunch yet" Keisya lamented, dropping his ass beside his mother.
Pram refocused on the topic. He did not want to argue with Keisya.
"I don't agree. I'm not still in the hospital. Better to stay in Jakarta. I'm more likely to monitor your health. Here the drugs are easier to get and I'm a good fit with the doctor now. After all, Keisya was still in school. It'll be hard to change schools." Pram explains the reason for the rejection.
The old woman sighed deeply, her silent gaze fixed on Keisya. For a few days, he had been arguing with his daughter. Keisya refused to return home and preferred to live in Jakarta.
"I don't want to bother Mr. Pram anymore." Keisya's mother reveals the reason.
"I don't have a problem. This is my responsibility for the loss of my mother's family. Even what I am doing now is not comparable to the late Father. I just did what I could do. It is impossible to return Keisya's husband and father, but I can still take over his responsibilities. Make sure Mom and Keisya are okay" said Pram, while sipping black coffee.
Pram glanced at the clock on his wrist. He has to go back to the office. "Yes, finish your food. We have to get back to the office."
Standing closer, Pram said slowly. " Stay in Jakarta. Really .. I don't mind, Mom. If you need something, don't ask. Focus on your health, ma'am." Pram patted the shoulders of Mother Keisya who was bowed in shame.
"Yes, I'll wait outside, finish your food." Pram spread his gaze around the room. He was looking at the simple contract now occupied by Keisya and his mother.
Nearly fifteen minutes standing on a rented terrace with both hands tucked in a pants pocket, Pram stared down at the path in front of the Keisya residence. There were children playing bicycles, mothers chatting in a stall not far from Keisya's house, whispering gazing at him.
Pram smile. "I think my wife and my mother who likes to gossip, it turns out the same," muttered Pram slowly.
Pram's lips just clenched as he felt something hit his back from behind.
Bruk!
Deg-Pram was shocked when he felt something stuck to his back along with two hands hugging his waist from behind.
"Om, thank you, yeah. If Om hadn't explained it to Mom, I would have been taken back home. Married to the village chief's son as in soap operas." Keisya said slowly.
Pram chuckled, unraveling the entanglement of Keisya's hand on his waist. The man turned around. "Yes, don't hug Om recklessly. Om already has a wife, seen others can cause misunderstandings. You're not a kid anymore, people can think things out." Pram flicked Keisya's forehead before rushing towards his car parked on the highway.
Keisya ran after. Smiling with embarrassment. "It turns out it feels like hugging Om Pram," he said running towards the car. Keisya felt that there was someone who cared so much and took care of him.
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