Wife Titipan

Chapter 11

Pram just arrived at his house. He hurriedly searched for Najma. Pram misses the woman after one week of not meeting, but Najma rarely replies to messages or picks up her phone.

"Where's Najma?" Pram asked one of the maids at his house.

"Mother was in the gazebo." Pram nodded. He immediately went to the gazebo and saw Najma sleeping comfortably. The place was specially made Pram so that Najma can relax. There were pillows and a long sofa.

"Hey, sleepyhead!" Najma flinched from her imaginary realm. He immediately woke up from his sleeping position.

"When did you get home?" ask Najma. Today was Pram's return so he wasn't too surprised. Even if Pram is late to come home for Najma. Because before, Pram's months often left him without news

"just now. Why are you sleeping here?"

"It's convenient," said Najma simply.

Pram frowned at the wound on Najma's lips, the woman's cheeks looked bruised, the woman's eyes also seemed to be crying. Pram touched the wound on Najma's lips

"Why's your lips?" Najma breathed a rough sigh. He brushed off Pram's hand that touched his lips. He threw his gaze in the other direction, not caring about the man's question.

"You've been hit by someone?" ask Pram suspiciously.

"Yes, I've been beaten by your mother." Najma's mind screamed. Last afternoon Endah came berserk for no reason and beat him blindly.

"Who hit you?" Najma still doesn't answer Pram's question. It's free to say who did it anyway. Pram certainly will not believe his words if it is related to Endah.

Pram always believed that his mother would make no mistake. Seeing Najma who still did not want to talk Pram finally chose silence and hugged the woman to spill his longing.

"I'll wait until you're willing to tell me" Pram said. Najma grieves that if Pram knew the real events, he would have turned to scold her.

*****

Pram visited his mother's house at the request of the old woman. Endah who already knew that Pram would visit cooking a lot to welcome the arrival of his son. He was very happy when Pram came alone. “Thank God Pram didn't bring his fucking wife,” Inner Endah laughed happily.

"Mother cooks a lot for you Pram, because I know you never eat good home cooking. Your wife can't cook, you chose the wrong wife. You should have been looking for a wife who is smart to cook, do not get rich Najma is a wife who is usually worth money." Pram smiled wryly at the babbling of his mother which made anyone's ears hurt.

"If you can tell in a month your wife spent what money? hundreds of millions of people, right? long time you can tekor because you have a wife like that Pram," he said.

"Najma has her own salary, Mom, after all I know that Najma has a business that she manages with her best friend Jihan." Endah throbbed, his lips wearing thick lipstick twitched.

"Today's child, why not just say my words earlier," Endah's mind was incoherent. He smiled forcedly as Pram looked at him.

"Ah, forget what Mother said earlier, we better have dinner now," he said.

"Yes Ma'am" said Pram. Actually he wanted to ask the truth about his father's story at that time. Is he really not his mother's son? but he was afraid that the question would hurt his mother.

"Mom. when I left town yesterday I met Dad." Pram finally ventured to tell me about the meeting he and his father. He looked shocked, almost choking.

"You met that man. What are you guys talking about?" ask her in panic. Pram, realizing his mother's panic, begins to harbor suspicion.

"Just ask about the news" said Pram slowly. He chose not to ask about himself who is not his mother's biological child, let his curiosity pendam first at least for a while.

"That's it. Is there nothing else?" urge Endah.

"none. Just about the news."

"Huh.thank God." Endah heaved a sigh of relief, after having been hit by panic. He was worried that after Pram met his father, the man would no longer be his submissive son.

"Why Mom?" Pram stared at his mother's reaction that seemed to scare something.

"It's okay. Pram if your father's there talking something you don't believe. You just have to trust Mom. You're the only child I care about." Pram is now starting to suspect, his heart is a little confident in his father's story at that time, hearing his mother's words just now.

Pram frowned seeing his mother's arm with a scratch, "mom's hand why?"

Endah rolled his eyeballs. This is a good time for him to come back to vilify the Najma. "This is the brash scratches of your wife" he said.

"Najma" said Pram in disbelief that the woman dared to hurt his mother. The most respected woman.

"You don't believe that Najma did it? yesterday it was Mom at your house. I suspect that Najma and the driver were having an affair, you were not home at the time. Your wife was angry and clawed at me."

"He did that to Mom? I want to go home soon." Pram doesn't accept Najma hurting her mother.

*****

Najma took a gaple card belonging to Bayu, he wanted to invite the shady-looking young man to play cards. “Wood. I see you as a security officer often play gaple,” said Najma. Bayu who was originally busy with gadgets, diverted his attention from the object for a moment.

“Indeed why?”

“How about we play gaple,” said Najma. Bayu smiled cynically, two years he worked with this woman. Bayu only found out what Najma's true nature was after he married the woman.

“Do you understand how?”

“Of course. I used to play with Papa often,” said Najma. Bayu nodded as a sign that he would accompany the woman to play gaple.

“I noticed all this time you look closer to your father,” said Bayu. Najma raised her face to look at Bayu.

“Yes, because Papa rarely refused my request. Besides, when I was near Papa I always felt protected.” Hearing the story of Najma about the figure of his father, Bayu tried to compare with the figure of his father who was firm and fierce. Bayu will not be able to dwell if faced with the anger of his Father.

“Your father? surely he is the man who became your first love?” Najma nodded confirming Bayu's question.

Najma recalls fond memories of her childhood with her parents, before Bagas and Risma became super busy parents that made Najma feel neglected with the busyness of her parents. Because feeling neglected that makes Najma began to be a child of retard, until finally he met with Pram.

*****

After returning home, Pram immediately sought out Najma. He was angry when he saw the woman was joking with Bayu even Najma did not hesitate to laugh loosely. His heart was jealous, as well as angry mixed into one, when he remembered the story of his mother last night.

"So this is how you're doing behind my back!" Pram's loud voice shocked both of them.

"What do you mean?" najma asked, she did not understand Pram who was suddenly angry, but the man had just returned home.

"Here you come with me!" Pram pulls Najma's hand rough, forcing the woman to follow him. Bayu himself chose not to interfere with the couple's problems. He is upset if Pram scolds him when he defends Najma.

"You're getting braver with my mother now. The wounds on your body yesterday were because you fought with my mother instead!" Pram without further ado immediately vent his anger, while trying to maintain his common sense so as not to do reckless things because at this time he was eager to strangle Najma until the woman was out of breath.

"Your mother hit me first!"

"How dare you now fight me!" Pram grew angry, as Najma spoke in a high tone.

"Yes! Because you are no longer my husband" said Najma boldly. He's tired of always being blamed by Pram.

Plakkc.....

The heat instantly ran through Najma's cheeks. His lips were injured to the point of spitting out salty blood upon coming into contact with his tongue. “You're still my wife legally!” pram's breathing was irregular, while Najma was stunned as if she could not believe that Pram had given a slap to her face for the first time after ten years of marriage.

"True mother said I shouldn't have chosen you as my wife!" Najma felt her chest tight, hearing what Pram said.

"Do you regret marrying me?" Pram did not answer, he had no intention to say the sentence just now. He just went out of control. Najma's chest now rumbled pain, many painful words had been thrown by the man during their marriage, but what Pram said just now was more painful.

"I'm going to go." Pram seemed to have just regained his senses after seeing Najma had already moved away from him.

"Wait!" He blocked the woman's arm.

"You can't go."

"Why are you asking me to stay with you? your words just indirectly said that you regret marrying me. Let go I want to go!" Pram gripped Najma's shoulder until the woman grimaced in pain.

"If I say don't go, you can't go. If you argue I'm not reluctant to hurt you" Pram said. Najma was crying because she did not obey her parents.

The hope that Pram will change in fact the treatment of the man was even more hurtful. Pram just listened to what his mother said. Without looking at the causes and consequences. Najma should have realized that Pram was his mother's puppet who always obeyed what the old woman said.

*****

Pram pacing uneasily, he did not like to see the closeness that began to intertwine between Bayu and Najma. Bayu was not as rude as in the beginning of marriage, even the young man began to show his attention to Najma.

Pram does not like it, if it lingers left alone it will definitely make the creation of a new story. Bayu could fall in love with Najma who has a beautiful and charming face, then wants to have the woman forever. Bayu then persuades Najma to leave Pram if they already have children with strong reasons for the lack of Pram.

“Sial, I should immediately separate them,” Inner Pram. No matter if Najma until now still not pregnant. Pram does not want to risk Najma moving to another heart and does not love her anymore.