Wife Titipan

Chapter 12

Pram finally takes Najma into exile after the woman insistent on leaving. A Villa that was a very foreign place to Najma. Pram made strict surveillance, there was no gap for Najma to escape.

Nor can Najma be warted. It could have been Pram who killed him, so there was no other option for Najma than to enjoy being cooped up in the luxurious Villa that Pram had been buying from.

Najma rolled her eyes annoyed at the presence of Pram, the man brought food for her. The aroma of the cuisine was so tempting, but at this time Najma was not appetite. His stomach is sick, Najma thinks soon he will surely have his monthly guests. Especially this morning came out a little fleck from his intimate organs.

"Eat it, let me feed it." Najma refused the food Pram wanted to feed into her mouth.

"I have no appetite" said Najma, his voice sounded hoarse because beside his stomach hurt Najma also felt hot. Looks like he has a fever.

"You must eat, you will get sick." Najma brushed off the spoon containing food that Pram thrust into her mouth until it was thrown. The making made Pram angry because he felt Najma did not appreciate the cuisine he had made.

"What the fuck are you!" the loving gaze that usually always emanates when Pram looks at Najma is gone when the man's emotions are peaking.

"I don't have an appetite. I am not feeling well anyway. I want to rest without being disturbed." Najma said frankly, but Pram who was being enveloped in emotion could not accept the reason Najma gave

"Have slept well. I won't give you any more food" Pram sissed, holding back his emotions as he left Najma.

Najma doesn't care much about Pram's anger, he only focuses on the pain in his body. Najma grimaced as the pain in her stomach grew. At this time Najma felt that something urgent wanted to come out of his stomach.

Najma immediately ran to the bathroom towards the sink, he tried to vomit his stomach contents, because the stomach was empty that came out only bitter liquid on the tongue. Najma felt she was going to die, vomiting as soon as she was tormented.

After not being strong anymore, Najma continued to vomit sitting on the floor of the cold bathroom, the pain in his stomach became more and more. Najma squeezes her stomach hoping to ease her pain.

"W-what... This is?" najma's eyes widened as she saw a red liquid flowing down her thighs. Najma felt her gaze spinning, her head dizzy. The pain invading his body made Najma slowly lose consciousness.

*****

Pram feels lately he has a lot of emotions. To be honest when scolding and yelling at Najma harshly Pram will feel regret afterwards. However, Najma is the woman she loves. Every time he saw the woman crying Pram would feel pain, even though he realized he was the cause of the woman to shed her tears.

Pram is haunted by Najma's pale face, is Najma sick? Pram decides to go back to Najma, and opens the door to Najma's room. He did not find the woman in his bed. Pram saw the bathroom door open.

Convinced Najma is in there, Pram enters the bathroom. His eyes widened to see Najma lying helplessly on the cold bathroom floor.

"Oh my god, Najma!" Pram was increasingly made to panic at the presence of blood flowing on the sidelines of Najma's thigh. Pram felt his breathing choked, he almost died from panic.

*****

Pram rubbed the pale face of the woman he loved. Najma had been unconscious for two days because of the bleeding. Pram kissed the back of Najma's hand, his gaze never separated from the woman.

"I beg you to be aware because soon we will be holding the baby. I wish she was a daughter and her face resembled yours." Two days ago Pram was so happy when he found out that Najma was pregnant even though she wasn't his biological child. But it's okay, as long as the child has blood ties with Najma he will love her and always assume that the baby candidate is also her flesh and blood.

"It looks like you've only opened your eyes for a long time. I'm out for a minute, I have some business to do." Pram leaned over to kiss his lady's forehead.

Pram wants to see Bayu, he wants to finish his business with the young man. He will pay what he promised yesterday. Tell Bayu to leave and not show his face again, then he will return to continue his marriage and Najma.

He had now come face to face with the young man, unceremoniously handing over a check he had written with a fantastic nominal. Bayu frowned receiving the check that Pram gave. Could it be that he had managed to impregnate the beautiful Najma?

"Go as far as possible. Don't you ever show your face in front of us again." Bayu takes a breath and then exhales slowly to control his emotions.

"Can I go see Najma?"

Pram's face turned furious, "what do you want to see him for?"

"Well farewell to Najma and her baby-to-be before I finally get away from them."

"No. Najma won't see you anyway. So go, forget what ever happened between you. Najma and I will reorganize our marriage and you begin your new life" Pram said. Bayu no longer spoke. Bayu only thinks someday he will still see his biological child whatever the risk. For the rest of his life he will never forget the boy.

Although Bayu later married another woman and had a child with her, but his son and Najma still he will never forget.

*****

When Pram was back at the hospital where Najma was being treated, the woman was apparently conscious. The woman's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of her room. Pram approached Najma.

"Thank God you're conscious." Pram kissed Najma's forehead, he was relieved to find the woman was conscious.

"What do you feel?" Najma shook her head, which she felt as her body was currently limp.

"Darling, you're pregnant." Najma looked at Pram looking for a lie from his words. The man rubbed his stomach. Najma gulped, is it true what Pram said?,

"It's been a month" Pram said again. Najma is suddenly slapped with a memory of where she was bleeding. Pram realizes Najma's panic.

"She's fine, your doctor says you're a lot of thought and too stressed." Najma breathed a sigh of relief. His hands moved rubbing his still flat stomach.

"I will take good care of you until you give birth. I won't let you get stressed or exhausted." Najma does not believe Pram's words. The man never let him get tired because at home there was no hard work he did.

But the man's treatment often made him stressed. He was really tired of all this. Najma closed her eyes regardless of Pram's whereabouts, needing a break before facing the bitter possibility that might happen the next day.