Wife Titipan

Chapter 10

Najma stared at her parents' house from the car, she missed them. But he was afraid to say hello or just meet face to face, his parents were angry at his choice this time. How will he explain about his pregnancy which will soon occur, his parents already know Pram's condition. If he does not comply with Pram's request to add to the problem becomes more complicated.

Najma nipped her temple, should she put an end to this madness before it was too late? It's okay if he doesn't have children. Najma felt guilty for disappointing her parents.

"How much longer do we have to be here?"  Bayu's voice surprised Najma who was daydreaming, he glanced at Bayu who was next to Him.

"We go home" said Najma coldly.

"If I may know, why haven't you been staying at your parents' house for a few months?" Najma shines a sharp look at Bayu, she is upset with Bayu who is too curious about her problem.

"Not to ask. You better run the car. I want to get some rest." Bayu sighed looking at Najma who was being very strict with him. On the way home they did not talk to each other. Bayu only kept silent occasionally glancing at Najma who seemed to be getting sleepy.

When they got to the house the woman was already soundly asleep. Bayu wakes up Najma as usual because this is not the first time Najma has fallen asleep in the car, but there is no sign that she will soon wake up from her deep sleep.

Bayu finally chooses to pay attention to the woman's face, thinking why Pram can love Najma so much while there is nothing special about this woman apart from the beauty she has. And Bayu is not the type of man who loves a woman just because of her physique. Bayu prefers with village girls who do not know to dress up and have a gentle nature.

"Najma, wake up." He again tried to wake the woman up, his efforts succeeded the woman's eyes slowly opened.

"We have arrived" said Bayu. Najma nodded her consciousness not yet fully gathered. Bayu went out first to open the car door for the woman.

"Wood can you come out again to buy headache medicine," said Najma.

"You sick?" Bayu looked at Najma worriedly, he placed the back of his hand on the woman's forehead feeling warm when her skin touched.

"I feel a little dizzy."

"You should take a break, I'll go out and buy the medicine" Bayu said. Najma nodded she looked at the worry that was emanating in Bayu's eyes. Though all this time Bayu is known as a ignorant person.

*****

Pram enjoys a cup of coffee in a cafe, outside is raining. He who happened to be sitting next to the window stared at the speck of rain falling to the ground. His memory hovers at events dozens of years ago.

Pram who was wearing a gray white uniform continued to complain of being upset with the rain while his mother had not come to pick him up. He was at the school stop. Pram really hates the rain. Until his gaze was fixed on a girl wearing the same uniform as him.

The girl reached out her hand, smiling faintly as raindrops hit her palm. His eyes were shining, he looked so admiring every drop of rain that fell.

It has been more than half an hour, the rain instead of stopping even more and more flushed the earth with a rush. Pram still had not shifted his gaze from the girl. Even he was reluctant to blink, he seemed afraid that if later he blinked then the girl would disappear from his sight.

The girl began to hug her body. Pram frowned, like the girl was getting cold. Pram took off his jacket, he approached the girl without speaking covering the girl's body with his jacket.

The girl who did not know her name seemed surprised by Pram's sudden action. He looked at Pram with a little fear when he realized that this man was his upperclassman.

"It looks like you're cold just put on my jacket" said Pram gently, boldly pinching the girl's cheek which looked flushed to make her anxious.

"What's your name?" The girl bit her lips, hesitating to say her name. The girl chose for him to play his cold fingers. He was shocked when Pram held both hands.

"What's your name?" pram asked slightly wrongly because his first question did not get an answer. The girl's lips seemed to be moving she seemed to want to talk but was still reluctant to let out her voice.

"Najma," he said later. Pram smiled widely he looked at the face of the girl who had captivated him, since then Pram stopped hating the rain. Because the rain had introduced him to someone who later became his love.

Pram grimaced in light of his first meeting and Najma. He went back to sipping his coffee. A bitter and sweet taste fused with his tongue as he drank the black liquid. Pram was so fond of coffee while Najma disliked the drink that coffee stock was never available in Pram's kitchen. Najma will be chatty if she sees Pram drinking coffee.

"Pram...."

Degs.....

Pram stiffened at the sound, he looked up at who said his name. His heart skipped a beat looking at the person he least wanted to meet. The man raised a longing look at her.

"How are you doing, son?" Pram grunting.

The man still thought he was a child apparently, "I must go," said Pram indifferently intending to leave his place, but the man held him back so that he would stay in place.

"I feel like I don't have a father anymore." The man sighed tiredly, looking at Pram desperately. All his faults so that he must be hated by his own biological children.

"How's your mother doing?" He chose to ask his ex-wife. Pram screeching cynically.

"Good mother, her old days are so happy. Mother's life is filled with many treasures, she is still as beautiful as when you left her. Now I have a lot of friends unlike when you were with you where at that time I was just used as an insult."

Pram looked at the man in front of him lowly, there was no longer the figure of the dashing man he used to see often. There was now only the figure of an old man with many wrinkles on his face, as well as the gaze of the eyes that showed sadness.

"Dad is old" said the man.

"I know." Pram immediately cut off his father's speech. The man looked at her with a disappointed look at the cold reaction he gave.

"Dad wants to talk to you important, son."

"It certainly doesn't matter to me. I don't have much time to talk to an old man like you."

"Wait, don't go, son. I want to talk about the relationship between you and your mother." The old man's gaze was seen pleading for Pram to be willing to hear his explanation. He heaved a sigh of relief as Pram chose to stay in place.

"Maybe it's too much for you, son, but here's the fact. You're not your mother's real son."

Pram's eyes immediately rounded, he is not his mother's biological child. No way, all this time the woman always loved herself with all her heart. The woman also took care of him from when he was a baby. Raised her with great difficulty even though at that time she had an abusive husband and liked to play women.

"That means you're not my father either" said Pram, his heart still distrusting the man's words.

"No. You're my real son, but that woman isn't your real mother. You're just his stepdaughter."

"Stop vilifying him. I know you always wanted to make Mom suffer. Now that you're saying she's not my real mother, what do you mean by saying that!" Speak sharply to Pram. Her heart that had long hated her father grew hotter hearing the lies from the man.

If Endah was not his mother, how could the woman still care for him with affection. His father always hit his mother. Even to the point of willing to sacrifice his own body as long as his father does not spill anger on Pram who was once a wayward child.

Pram still remembers when he was caught truant, his father was called to face his teacher to school. His father was furious when he came home he threw Pram using a knife, at that time his mother who saw the incident directly hugged Pram so that the knife hit his mother's back. So it feels impossible if the woman is not her real mother.

*****

Bayu was about to sleep after making love to Najma, but the woman's voice disturbed him. “Wood you can come out get young coconuts for me?”

“It's late at night,” says Bayu.

“But I really want Bayu. Please, find yes.” Bayu took a long breath. It is difficult to be close to a woman who wants to be rich Najma this.

“Besok only.” Najma clucked in annoyance, he pulled Bayu's hand and shook it like a child asking his father for a new toy.

“Bayu ... I want it now. You Search.” Bayu looks annoyed with Najma's whining, it's not Pram who can stand a chatty woman like Najma.

“Iya, I will find,” said Bayu, he went to wear his clothes. If someone else asks Bayu will not obey him. He still works for that woman.

"I also want grilled corn" said Najma again. Bayu closed his eyes withstanding the bubbling annoyance, wanting him to just drown this woman.

"What else but that?" the tone of Bayu's speech sounded slim, the young man who always kept the image of his chivalry before marriage with Najma now shows his true nature. Bayu does not like to be told.

"That's it Bayu," said Najma with a face bent pout, the attitude shown by Bayu made him eat the heart, whether since when the feeling of Najma so sensitive like this. Unsolicited tears fell onto her white cheeks.

When she turned around, Bayu was surprised to find Najma crying. "Why you?" bayu asked, she was about to wipe away the tears on Najma's cheek, but the woman quickly brushed her hand away.

"I'm fine." Najma replied with a hoarse voice. Bayu who is indeed not a sensitive person certainly does not investigate too far the cause of Najma's cry.

Without even bothering to ask Najma to wipe away her tears, Bayu immediately came out to look for what the spoiled woman had asked just now.