Wife Titipan
Chapter 9
Najma did her teaching as usual. It's a break hour now. Najma decided to have lunch in the school cafeteria, he did not bring supplies as usual, this morning he did not have time to eat breakfast because he was in a hurry. Today he woke up late, that's because last night Bayu made him have to stay up late. The young man seemed to want to impregnate him immediately so that the agreement between them would end soon.
“Eh. Tumben Bu Najma lunch at canteen.” Tegur Yoga. Najma smiled a little.
“It so happens that mother does not bring stock,” said Najma.
“I can eat one table with mommy?” tanya Yoga is hopeful, something that prides her on eating a table with a teacher as beautiful as Najma who has many idols.
“Bby. After all mom is not comfortable also eating alone.” Yoga almost cheered with excitement if only Aldi and his other friends did not join in.
“Bu if Yoga can eat one table with our mothers mean we can also dong,” said Aldi representing his other friends. Najma had no other answer than to say yes, after all the seat in this canteen was made elongated.
As a result, Najma who was lonely felt comforted by the hilarious behavior of his students, he also did not hesitate to laugh. In the midst of that joy there was one of the students who sat down, I waited for your servant Mom. So impressed he was at the beauty of his teacher.
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Bayu still drove Najma to go anywhere as usual even though he was now the husband of the woman. Bayu now pick up Najma home teaching, the woman turned out to have been waiting for him quite a long time was Bayu had been stuck in traffic.
“Wood you can cook no?” najma's question made Bayu's thick eyebrows almost fuse together. From childhood he was accustomed to being independent, cooking was not a big thing for Bayu.
“Can.” Bayu said briefly, his eyes now glanced at Najma who was sitting next to Him accidentally catching Najma's cleavage that looked defiant. Bayu shifted his eyes, he tried to focus on driving.
“Teach me how to cook Bayu.” Bayu cleared his throat, did he not hear wrong with Najma's request. The woman he knew had never touched a kitchen utensil suddenly asked to be taught how to cook.
“You can ask to teach with a cook at home. Why ask me to teach you?” Najma sneered, the look on the woman's face looked irritated.
“Mbaknya certainly did not want to teach, he was afraid of being scolded by Mas Pram. You know that Mas Pram never let me touch housework.”
Here Bayu considers Pram as a strange man, if most husbands will be happy to see his wife who is good at cooking and diligent in doing household chores. Pram even forbade Najma to do that. Okay, maybe a little natural if before marriage Najma can not cook. But now that Najma and Pram have been married for ten years, Pram should educate Najma to be a good wife.
“I do not want to take the risk if the unstable man scolded me,” said Bayu insinuating. After he gets caught up in his strange marriage with Najma, he feels the friendly attitude that the odd couple Najma and Pram show to everyone is nothing but a fake.
“Not going. Pram is also rarely at home. He's busy at work, come on Bayu teach me how to cook. Do you know why I learned to cook for whom? I learned to cook for my future son,” said Najma with sparkling eyes, the woman's hand stroked her queen's stomach as if there was a baby inside.
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Bayu finally wants to teach Najma how to cook. The plan Bayu will teach Najma to make simple home cooking that surely all housewives can do. The clear vegetable, it's the simplest cuisine and so easy to make. Starting from the ingredients and ingredients.
"I helped you cut the vegetables" Bayu said. He led the woman's hand to cut the vegetables properly after seeing Najma look clumsy while holding a sharp knife.
“Is this correct?" tanya Najma made sure the vegetables he cut were appropriate in size.
"This is good enough. I'll wash the vegetables you cut the bring first." Actually Bayu wasn't sure Najma could cut the onion. Sure enough what he was thinking before long Najma grimaced, his index finger sliced by a knife until it bled.
Bayu approached his wife, without hesitation Bayu put the index finger of Najma into his mouth blood immediately swished strangely. So too with Najma. He puffed up to look at Bayu's face because the young man was taller than him.
"Ekhm.." both of them were surprised to see Pram's sudden presence. Najma looks wrong behavior stared sharply by Pram. He feels like a wife who is cheating, but what kind of cheating. The two men with her are now her husband. Although religiously he divorced Pram, but he did not have a legal divorce from the man.
"What are you doing?" ask Pram with jealousy.
"I was learning to cook." The answer that came out of Najma's mouth made Pram growled, he grabbed the woman's hand and found a wound on Najma's index finger.
"How many times have I told you never to touch the kitchen! it's your index wound!" Pram is loud. Baju held his breath.
"Little injuries if underestimated can be fatal."
"You're overdoing it just scratched a knife." Najma stroked Pram's arm to keep the man's emotions under control.
"You said I was overreacting. You didn't know I was so worried about you. Don't do homework I don't like you doing it. You have to remember that!" Press Pram.
"But I want to be able to cook. If you don't want to see me hurt find me a good cook teacher for me, don't let me learn how to cook myself in this stealthy way."
"I'd rather see you at the Mall or go to the salon for treatment. I don't mind if you spend all the money I give you. Except doing homework I really don't like it."
"He just cooks. It is not a job that requires a lot of energy. What's wrong with Najma?” Bayu finally opened his voice. Najma is seen nodding her head justifying what Bayu said.
"Shut up! You don't have to interfere." Pram yells at Bayu, he violently pulls Najma's hand out of the kitchen. Bayu sighed, sultry he saw the behavior of the couple.
Yesterday Pram harshly scolded, even pushing Najma down. Today seeing Najma slightly injured, Pram acted as if a small cut on Najma's finger could make him die. Najma also seemed not to bother with what happened yesterday. The woman was used to all the behavior of Pram.
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Pram's going out of town. Before leaving, he spent almost half an hour hugging and kissing her. Not to forget the successive messages that forbid Najma to do this and that.
"Good at home." Pram kissed Najma's lips again.
"And don't forget to take care of your heart for me." Najma nodded.
"From that moment on. What do you want to bring?"
"I just want you to go home quickly" said Najma, although he had guessed the fastest week to go back home.
"That's sure. I won't be long for a week." Pram promised. Najma then escorted Pram's departure to the front door. The man will be escorted by Bayu to the airport. Before parting, they still took the time to kiss.
Now in the car there are only Bayu and Pram. An atmosphere of awkwardness enveloped two men of different ages. Bayu feels bad, especially Pram who has been upset with him for a few days. Bayu understood, Pram was jealous to see his closeness to Najma.
"I hope you don't fall in love with Najma" Pram said firmly, as if he didn't want anyone to dispute him. Bayu screeches. Falling in love with Najma the woman does not make the list of her dream wife. Cheerful, spoiled and unable to cook.
"I already have the girl I love" said Bayu, remembering his girlfriend Elsa who he always called even though only by phone, video call and short message.
"Goodoo. Love the girl with all your heart. Don't love another man's woman." Pram grinned at Bayu's expression that seemed offended by his words just now. Of course Bayu offended, Pram as if insinuating that he is a grabber of people's wives.
"And later after Najma is pregnant you should leave. I will give you your payment,” Pram said again. Bayu's neckline tense as Pram said that sentence.
"Even though I don't want any of this, but the boy is still my flesh and blood. Let me visit him once in a while." Bayu is currently goosebumps imagining that Najma contains his seed and he will have a child.
"No. The boy is mine and Najma's. You cannot show your face in front of him. What's more until it comes claiming to be its biological father. I'll pay you a heavy price. You've not been able to see him for life. You should forget about it, assume you never had a child with Najma."
At that instant Pram did not allow a father to see his own child. As hard as Bayu's heart may be, he cannot forget the blood of his flesh, even though he never wanted the child of a woman he did not love.
"But why can't I see him?" asked Bayu, his feelings were mixed imagining that he would never be able to see his flesh and blood with Najma.
"I just want him to know me as his father." Press Pram with eyes full of threats, he does not mess with his words. Pram does not want if Najma's son later knows that he is not his biological father, the fabric of their household will certainly not be harmonious.
