Wife Titipan
Chapter 17
“Bayu I want rujak,” said Najma, shifting the focus of Bayu who is playing games on his gadget.
“I'll find,” said Bayu, whom the young man knew. The desire of pregnant women must be fulfilled if they do not want their children at birth later.
“No need Bayu. In the refrigerator a lot of fruits, I want you to make it for me, the sauce later do not be too spicy. I don't want the baby candidate to be okay,” said Najma, who is embraced by Bayu. Although she does not want a child from the womb of a spoiled woman like Najma, Bayu will still give the best for her prospective children.
Bayu opened the refrigerator in the kitchen, he took mangoes, kedondong, apples and guava to be used as a dish. The fruit he cut into one, Bayu also made the sauce like Najma's request. After all, Bayu leads him to Najma.
"How old are you?" Najma cleared her throat she did not expect Bayu would question her gestational age. The young man's gaze pointed towards his stomach which had yet to show any meaningful change.
"Next week will be two months old, why?"
"It's okay. I just ask,” Bayu said, he imagined how big Najma's stomach will be as she grew older. Imagine soon he will have a child to make the fur of Bayu's neck stand up.
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Pram feels himself going crazy, until now he has not received any news about Najma. Every day all he did was get angry. Anyone who thinks he's not good will get an overflow of his emotions.
He regretted leaving Najma alone at Villa that time. He should have forced Najma to come with him. If it's like this, he himself is bothered. Pram pinched his temple. The woman he had known for a dozen years disappeared without him knowing the news.
"You're really driving me crazy Najma." Pram muttered softly. Her mind floated lamenting her miserable love fate.
Now Pram only realized that the relationship was not harmonious and Najma started from her who was so obedient to her mother, who was very obedient to her mother, and he realized that his decision to divorce Najma and ask her to marry another man was wrong
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Bagas and his wife Risma are having an argument, regarding the fetus that is currently in the birth of Najma. "Pa actually I don't want Najma to be pregnant with an ordinary boy, especially if she gets it that way" Risma said after learning the truth about her son, he was in shock and did not accept.
"What's wrong? after all, their marriage was legal even if it was only a serial marriage. About my status does not matter," said Bagas did not understand the way his wife thought.
"I know, but the problem is they're getting married contracts whose purpose is to make a profit. I can't imagine how they can do it until the fetus is present, while they don't love each other. The impression is that our son is like a prostitute, and for the young man who married him I really don't like him, Papa shouldn't have asked the young man to look after our son."
"Mama enough. This has all happened anyway. Let Bayu do his responsibilities temporarily as Najma's husband.”
"From the beginning Papa always defended Najma, even though Papa knew what he was doing was wrong as a result of Najma now being retarded."
"Mama can't blame me completely. Mama also as Mother all this time can only spoil Najma without educating her."
"Halah, I don't want to know. Tomorrow the fetus in the womb of Najma must be aborted! I do not want to have a grandson from a man whose origins are unclear," said Risma fiery, herself unwilling if her descendants flowed blood from ordinary people.
"The fetus is innocent. Mama doesn't think about Najma's feelings if we ask her to abort her womb. After all we need an heir, to be the successor to our family and that fetus is our only hope."
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The mandatory habit that Bayu did before going to bed during his stay with Najma, namely visiting the woman's room, to make sure Najma sleeps in a state of blankets because here when the air is very cold. He did so secretly without Najma's knowledge. Bayu opened the door of Najma's room so that the woman's sleep was not disturbed.
He glanced at the sagging blanket at Najma's feet. Bayu pulled the blanket up to Najma's chest. Bayu ducked his wife's red lips that looked tempting. Najma's eyelashes move as her eyelids open.
Najma was surprised when she opened her eyes to find Bayu kissing her, and Bayu did not think that Najma would open her eyes. Najma pushes Bayu's chest, the man becomes misbehaved by Najma.
Without saying anything Bayu wanted to leave Najma, only one step of his wrist was blocked by the woman. Bayu looked at Najma questioningly. What does the woman mean to hold him.
"Wood can you sleep with me tonight? Your body is warm, it feels comfortable if you hug me." Bayu was silent for a while considering the woman's request
"Of course you can" said Bayu. Which man would refuse to sleep with his beautiful wife. Well even though it is only limited to sleep, without doing anything else Bayu remains very happy.
Bayu starts lying next to the woman, Najma crings near Bayu, he seeks warmth from the body of her husband brondongnya who for some time made him comfortable. But Najma denied him that what happened to him now, solely because of the desire of the fetus in his womb.
"I'm sorry." Najma frowned at Bayu's words, why did the man suddenly apologize to him?
"Sorry for what Bayu?" najma asked not to understand.
"I'm sorry I was rude to you, but it all happened because I couldn't accept the situation. I was so devastated when I was forcefully asked to marry you. Forgive me Najma," said Bayu sincerely.
Najma was pensive to hear Bayu's words, he saw the man was so sorry for his actions first.
"Have it, don't talk about it I've forgotten it."
"Do you forgive me?" Bayu stared right at the bead of Najma's eyes looking for solemnity there, the woman smiled knotfully and nodded.
"Thank you for forgiving me." Najma stretched out her hand rubbing the handsome face of Bayu. If the man smiles, he will look sweet because of the dimples he has. Najma so imagine that his son will have dimples like Bayu.
"Wood if our child is born do you want her to be a girl or a boy?" Bayu gasped in amazement at the thought that he would be asked such a question by Najma.
"I want a girl and her face looks just like yours." Bayu said steadily.
"Why?"
"You're beautiful, I want my son to have a pretty face like you." Bayu grasped Najma's hand which rubbed his face, he brought Najma's hand to his mouth and kissed her.
Bayu who is still amateur in dealing with women, does not understand how to treat women with special especially adult women like Najma. I don't know, for now Bayu wants to enjoy his moment of togetherness with Najma before they finally split up.
