The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 77

"Yes, Bar. What's the matter calling me?" tanya Pram is relaxed

"You have a problem with your wife?" bara asked when she heard Pram's voice saying hello. He was already impatient to share the news that made him almost in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" ask Pram, confused. Leaning against the wall, the adult man could not guess what Bara was trying to tell him.

"Your wife wants to abort her womb. Better solve your problems, don't get to ...."

Pram chuckled. "You're pranking me?"

"i'm serious. I heard for myself that Kailla wanted to abort her womb. He's at my place, chatting with Bella."

Pram is stringing all the words of Bara. It took him a few seconds to understand all the stories of his best friend about the wife who planned to abort the womb.

"You don't joke, Bar. My wife is not ham ...." Pram's sentence hung, he was stunned for a moment.

Pram's memory is focused on the attitude and not the horn of Kailla which is different in recent days. In fact, his wife looked pale and had fallen unconscious in the meeting room.

"God, my wife is really pregnant and I don't know anything." Pram closed his eyes, sorry.

"Bar, I'm going to your place now. Please hold Kailla there until I come."

Bara chuckles. " Be calm, your wife, if not expelled, will not remember coming home" Bara joked.

Running towards the elevator, Pram forgets the meeting. Right now his mind is sidetracked by Kailla. Recalling, repeating back what he went through, Pram sighed repeatedly and regretted not being as sensitive as before. He should have been able to read the irregularities that Kailla had shown in the past few days.

"Stupidly you, Pram," he said, swearing at himself as he pressed the elevator button to take him to the parking lot.

"I felt something was wrong with Kailla, but ...." Pram let out a long sigh, remembering yesterday he asked Kailla to hold back his hunger and ended up fainting. If his wife is pregnant, it could be fatal to her still weak baby.

"Hopefully nothing happened" Pram said walking out of the elevator. His lips have been talking, talking to themselves. In fact, he ignored the greetings of some employees who met him. His mind had already flown a long way towards where his wife was. Can't wait to meet up with Kailla and make sure.

***

Traveling from the office to the Bara residence, worried and happy fused within the 45-year-old man. Pram is almost crazy when the car he drives himself is fighting with highway congestion. He could only suppress the horn almost non-stop, fishing for other riders. Too panicked, he no longer cared about the circumstances around him. The man with the sweat on his forehead should reach his destination immediately and ensure his own true state of Kailla.

The new Pram could sigh in relief as the shiny black sedan car he was driving entered into the grounds of Bara's house. His heart rumbled, running into Bara's house that was wide open. He no longer cared about the manners he had to maintain as a guest. Right now, this second he just wanted to meet with Kailla, hugging and saying an apology until his wife was satisfied.

"Prams." Bara was surprised to see his best friend appear in plain sight with a slightly messy look of a work shirt that is usually neat, now out of his pants. The buttons are partially open and show off sweaty chest skin.

"Where wife?" pram asked, impatient. He only glanced at Bara who was sitting casually in the living room.

"On the side porch with Bella. My wife was persuading him to change his mind and not continue his crazy intentions."

"I'm sorry to see Kailla."

Bara shook his head when he saw his best friend who could not think calmly. He understood what Pram was feeling right now.

***

Kailla bowed lethargic, sitting on a garden chair while looking at the red roses in bloom. To be honest, she was still confused by her pregnancy. Not that unhappy, but every time she remembered the birth process she would go through in the next few months, Kailla was completely overwhelmed with worry.

Not for a year, he had to lie down on the operating table. Now, Kailla must feel it again. Even the pain of injections pierced the skin, the pain of the incision is still neatly stored in his brain. His fear has not disappeared, now he must accept the fact that all of it must be passed again in the next few months.

"Dear." A familiar masculine voice suddenly resuscitated Kailla

"Om Pram." Bella smiled, greeted kindly. In a hurry he stood up to greet his guests.

"Dear." Kailla's voice hangs, her gaze meeting the husband. He could hardly believe what he saw. Pram was smiling looking at him, standing at the door. Somehow her husband found out and followed her to Bella's place.

Walking closer without much talking, Pram hugged Kailla. The pecking of the wife's forehead and cheeks piled up, spilling the happiness and joy that he had been holding back since. Her panic evaporated, changing the apparent relief on her handsome face.

"You pregnant?" pram asked shortly after breaking his embrace. The question he had saved up since then and needed an immediate answer to perfect it all.

Kailla was silent and bowed, her hands drooping on her lap.

"Why not tell me about your pregnancy?" ask Pram again.

The fixated Bella looked at the two, shocked as she felt a light pat on her shoulder. Someone called him from behind.

"Mas." Bella whispered softly.

"Come with me. Let them speak from heart to heart. Household affairs, we don't need to interfere." Bara stretched out his hand and took his wife's hand away.

"Kai, why don't you be honest with me? Since when did you know?" todong Pram again.

Kailla.

"Have checked?" ask Pram again.

"Not yet." Kailla's voice sounds slow, but it can make Pram flowery. Kailla did not argue. That was enough to answer his curiosity.

We're going to the hospital now," Pram breaks up, takes Kailla's hand and invites her to follow in his footsteps.

***

"Don't do this again. All this time I didn't know that you were pregnant and had to come with me for a long trip. I hope our baby is okay. Otherwise, I'd feel so guilty, Kai." Pram said quietly after they were in the car.

Kailla was still silent, bowed and unwilling to speak.

"Don't be angry again, honey. I'm sorry." Pram turned his head to the side while rubbing Kailla's cheek. He did not want to hurt his wife even though he was disappointed with Bara's statement that Kailla wanted to throw away their baby.

Pram knows that right now Kailla needs support, not anger. Whatever Kailla thinks, the man is sure his wife will not bear and be able to abort his life. He knows Kailla well.

"Why not tell me?" Pram repeated the same question.

Kailla shook her head again.

"Is it Keisya?" guess Pram.

"Not." Kailla answered briefly.

"Then?"

Kailla lifted her gaze, venturing into the husband's eyes. "I don't want to give birth anymore."

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