Wife Titipan
Chapter 16
Najma is now in her childhood home, a house whose building materials are dominated by wood. The house is still beautiful with many trees and plants that grow green around it.
In the garden of his house there are still children's games such as slides and swings. Najma walked to the back of his house to find a fish pond, the water had dried up, the moss filled the side of the artificial pond that was not how wide. The pool has not been cared for since the house was abandoned. This pond was once a place for ornamental fish owned by his mother.
His parents left him alone in this house. Najma walked further and further, until his feet entered the fruit plantation area that was behind his house. When he was a kid, he used to play here with his friends or alone.
Najma stared at the rambutan fruit hanging on the ground that was not too high. Looks so tempting with a red color that is so striking. Najma approached the tree and jumped up and down like a child to pick up the hanging rambutan. He almost slipped because he could not keep his balance.
Najma's face immediately buckled in frown, he was annoyed at not being able to take the fruit. Najma gives up on taking the rambutan. Najma cursed her short self to the point of bothering her if she wanted to take something high up. Eventually Najma decided to walk further and further into the garden.
Najma had not explored this place for a long time, the last time before she married Pram. His parents brought him here to remember his childhood before he was released to marry Pram, and it happened ten years ago. Najma used to live here until she was twelve years old.
When he entered his first high school he was invited to move to an urban area, leaving his childhood home that holds many memories. Since their move, everything has started to change. His parents became increasingly busy with their work, he was often left with only servants.
Feeling neglected Najma begins to seek an outlet from her loneliness. Hanging out with upper-class children who like to squander money and show off the wealth owned by their parents. At a young age, she grew up to be a crazy party girl. No matter how much money he spent, his parents never protested.
The more days his parents ignore him. Making Najma secretly put hatred for the indifference of his parents. At that time he was just a child who wanted the love of his parents.
The protest from him only answered that what his parents did for him as well. Najma's life turns increasingly messy as she gets to know Pram. A relationship based on coercion is established between him and the man.
Until the attention and affection given by Pram managed to snatch all his love. Najma feels her world is back in color, she gets the attention of her missing parents from Pram. No wonder if he prioritizes Pram rather than his parents. Actually Najma blames his parents for the bad luck that befell him.
If only his parents used to give him a little attention, it would not happen like this. Now when he loves Pram so much and can not be separated from the man his parents actually try hard to separate him and Pram.
Najma hates her parents who have been ignoring her for years. He is fed up with those who now demand themselves to put them first while the two parents always ignore him.
His father and mother said they loved him, but Najma felt that they never loved him. On her wedding day, Najma was so happy to see her parents crying that she went to live with Pram. Najma is happily free from her parents who only attach importance to work.
*****
Bayu looked at the old house in front of him, although it was old the building still stood firm. The door of the house was left open. He unhesitatingly stepped into the house and did not forget to say hello.
Someone returned his greetings, the woman he knew so well welcomed his presence with a shocked expression.
"Wood!" The woman said her name in shock.
"Hi." Bayu greeted the woman awkwardly.
"Why are you here?"
"Your father told me to accompany you here." Najma recalled her father saying that there would be someone accompanying her during her stay.
"Why should you?" tanya Najma was impressed to not accept, he actually did not like Bayu after knowing that Bayu had a rude nature.
"I don't need to be guarded. You better go!" Najma spoke haughtily. Bayu looks to take a deep breath and then exhale slowly. The young man looked like he was looking for patience in the breath he let out.
"When without your father's request I will take care of you. At least I became a father in charge of that fetus. After you give birth then I will go" said Bayu. Najma increasingly dislikes wanting it to feel like he claws Bayu's face with his long nails, but he is afraid his nails will break if he does so.
Najma rolled her eyeballs staring at Bayu cynically. The young man was only 20 years old, he pretended to be a responsible father figure. Nonsense, according to Najma Bayu is the same as a young man of his age who is definitely in his mind just about having fun.
He does not need Bayu, after all he will find access to contact Pram. He's gonna have that guy pick her up from here. Then he would leave without caring for his parents.
*****
This afternoon, the earth is being dabbled with heavy rain accompanied by strong winds. Najma stared at the rain falling through the window of her room. He who loves rain so enjoy every drop of rain that falls to the earth. The rain always reminds him of Pram and their past memories.
Bayu knocks on the door of Najma's room, hearing the woman telling him to come in, "what is Bayu?"
"I made you hot chocolate." Najma's face was not friendly at all. What else after Bayu interfered with his pleasure.
"I didn't ask for hot chocolate." Najma answered with a ketus.
"I know, but now it's raining, hot chocolate is good for warming up and you shouldn't be wearing clothes like that when it's raining like this. It's good you wear covered clothes." Bayu looked at Najma who was only wearing a sleeveless home dress.
"Not to be so attentive. Go there! I don't need your attention."
"I only pay attention to my future child who is in your womb" Bayu said casually. He was only worried that Najma would catch a cold that would make the woman sick
"Just the same. Get out of my room now!" najma said with half a shout
"No need to speak in a high tone. Your emotions affect the fetus in your womb." Bayu placed the hot chocolate he carried on the bedside table. He left Najma's room according to her wishes.
After Bayu closed the door of his room, Najma immediately spilled the hot chocolate made by Bayu. He decided not to take anything from the man, including all his attention.
*****
Nausea returned to Najma when she smelled a scent that she did not like, the chicken soup served in front of her made her stomach churn. Najma tried to spit out his stomach, but only bitter liquid came out of his mouth was he had not eaten anything, automatically his stomach was empty.
The situation now made Najma so tormented. Najma flinched as she felt a massage on her nape. "You're okay, aren't you?" asked Bayu, looking at Najma with worry.
"I vomit! you can see for yourself my situation" said Najma. Bayu let out a long sigh, at least Bayu has found out how women are doing while pregnant. Emotions are unstable, that's one of them. Bayu will try to be patient with Najma.
"Dede baby, you don't make Mama difficult. Poor Mama," said Bayu, his hand moved stroking Najma's stomach which was still flat without the woman's permission.
Najma was amazed by Bayu's treatment, the young man as far as he knew had a indifferent nature. But look now, he behaves like a husband who really wants the presence of a child from his wife's womb. And strangely, Najma was comfortable with a gentle swab of Bayu's hand on her stomach.
