Wife Titipan

Chapter 20

Bayu stared at the photo of the toddler in the family room, the toddler was very beautiful and cute. Bayu was very anxious to see it, the line of the toddler's face remembered Bayu to someone. Najma, yes her face is similar to Najma's. This photo, it must have been Najma as a child.

If later his son inherits the Najma gene, surely he will be a toddler in this photo. “Wood..!” the call from the kitchen forced Bayu to stop looking at the photo. Soon Bayu approached the owner of the voice.

“I'm chilling an orange, you quote dong.” Najma pointed at the orange hanging on the tree just behind the kitchen. The tree is not too high, grabbed using hands even the fruit can easily be taken.

“It's still morning. You already want to eat acid-acid,” said Bayu.

“This is your son who asked Bayu,” said Najma with a sullen expression. If it has been related to his son, Bayu where able to refuse, he immediately took the citrus fruit requested by Najma.

"Today you're not working?" tanya Najma saw Bayu looking relaxed.

"I'm off today." Najma nodded in understanding, he enjoyed the sour taste of the citrus fruit that shook his tongue.

"Yesterday I ran out of the streets not far from here I found a good place for photos" said Bayu.

"Then." Najma responded with indifference.

"I'd like to take a picture of you at that place." Bayu hesitantly expressed his intentions.

Najma sighed, without being explained at length she knew the place Bayu meant. And well that place is indeed good to be used as a photo background. “Good. I hope the photos will be good,” said Najma. At least he knows that Bayu hobbies with photography.

*****

Bayu clasped Najma's hand leading the woman to follow in his footsteps. He smiled faintly at how soft Najma's hand was in his grasp. Bayu was even worried that his rough hands would hurt the woman's palm.

"I can guess. The place you mean must be thatch behind the garden, right" said Najma, opening the conversation first.

"Yes you're right, you seem to know very well the location around here."

Najma poked her shoulder, "when I'm staying here, of course I know about the area."

"If you may, can you tell me a little bit about your life." Najma is seen breathing heavily. He thought sharing a little of his life story with Bayu was no problem.

"You know Bayu from childhood I'm lonely. I don't have a brother or sister I can play with. I do have a lot of friends, but I know that they're not sincerely friends with me." Even though the sentence was said casually. But Bayu can capture the sadness of the look on Najma's face that he tried to hide.

"Then how was your friendship with Jihan?"

"Dream exceptions. He was the only friend I had when I was down. But the one thing I don't like about her, I get annoyed every time she vilifies Pram. Though he himself knows that Pram is the man I love so much, i.e......" Bayu cuts off Najma's speech

"How much does Pram mean to you?" Najma's breath felt choked, while Bayu tried not to curse. Either he felt so upset when Najma mentioned Pram, for Bayu Najma it was his wife's inappropriate if Najma discussed other men.

"He's everything to me." Najma bit her lower lip, looking at Bayu who was now throwing his face away. The man's expression looked different from before. It's like holding something.

"If you were faced with a difficult choice, between choosing Pram and the baby in your womb, who would you choose?" ask Bayu without looking at Najma. The woman long fell silent to digest the word Bayu.

"I've wanted a child in my life for a long time. This baby she means to me, I waited for her presence for so many years in such a painful wait." Najma remembered her wait. People think they are the ones with problems. Because he and Pram who have been married for ten years but have not had children. The scorn that was thrown from them was very painful for him.

"Say what means more to you, Pram or the baby." He urged Bayu impatiently to wait for the answer to come out of Najma's mouth. The woman grimaced feeling Bayu clasping her hand even more tightly.

"I can't choose, both mean the same thing in my life." May Bayu raise his protest against Najma. Bayu wants the woman to forget about Pram and never assume the man means anything to her.

Bayu's breath now began to be irregular, his jaw hardened along with the increasingly turbulent heat in his chest. Maybe this is what is called passion love in young age, Bayu can not control his feelings well. But is it true that this feeling in his heart is love, or is it just his admiration.

"We have arrived. Can you please let go of my hand. You hold my hand too tightly, it hurts." Najma's voice resuscitated Bayu from his daydream. He immediately released his hand. Bayu could see Najma's reddened hands.

"What's wrong with this kid?" inward Najma grumbled, seeing Bayu who was not excited like inviting him here earlier.

"Sayu said she invited me here for a photo, but why are you sitting on me now." Bayu glanced towards Najma at a glance. Then turn his attention to the camera he was carrying.

"Woody, what's wrong with you?" Najma was surprised when she wanted to touch Bayu's hand, and she brushed him off. He was increasingly confused to see the mood of Bayu that changed drastically.

"I want to go home!" Najma stomped her feet annoyed. Before he left Bayu first blocked his arm.

"I'm sorry" Bayu said later.

"We can start taking pictures." Najma holds back from rolling her eyeballs seeing Bayu who quickly returns to being friendly to her.

"Huh... basic brondong is labile!" Najma in the heart.

Najma tries to follow Bayu's wishes, who asks him to style as the man wishes. Najma must admit that the quality of the images she took was good enough for someone who was not a professional photographer. They spend time joking with each other and laughing for a moment forgetting the problems that exist.

*****

After being at home Bayu checked his camera. Look at the photos of Najma he took. Bayu will print some photos for him to keep as a memento.

"May massage my feet!" Najma lightly put his foot on Bayu's thigh.

"What the hell, usually a husband who asks for a massage but why is the situation inversely proportional to me now," Bayu inner.

"My feet ache Bayu after the long road." Najma said the reason saw Bayu who seemed to object to his request. Bayu snorted annoyedly at Najma who was carelessly playing orders.

Although upset Bayu still obeyed the request of the woman. "Oh, you're mocking what the hell Bayu, there's no taste!" Najma protests, the woman's chatty nature is now starting to relapse.

"That's your phone sound." Bayu took his phone, then turned it off.

"Why not get caught? isn't that from your boyfriend." Najma had a glimpse of the name on the screen Bayu phone earlier. Bayu flicked his shoulders indifferently.

"Is there a problem in your relationship?" najma asked with extreme curiosity.

"More or less like that."

"You can share your problems with me. About love I have more experience than you. What causes problems in your relationship? is there a third person or is there something else?" Najma asks like a doctor of love who really understands the problem. His own love life was very sad.

"Yes, the problem in my relationship is because of the presence of a third person, and the third person is you." Unfortunately that sentence can only be said in the heart.

Najma clucked to see Bayu who instead of responding to his words even daydreamed. "heh Bayu!" Najma throws her hairband at Bayu's face. Because Bayu no longer gnashed his legs but now changed so rubbed his thighs.

Bayu flinched, he was surprised to realize where his hand was. "You why the hell Bayu? lately your behavior has been weird."

"This happened because of you" said Bayu Ketus, leaving Najma who was now astonished by his behavior which Najma said was very strange.

*****

When she opened her eyes when she found Najma making out, the sexy woman undressed her body with erotic movements. Najma smiled seductively, her fingers flickering down the chest of the field Bayu.

The female twin hill was seen rising and falling following her hunting breath. As the normal man Bayu's little sister muttered, he pulled Najma's body and threw her into bed.

The innocent Najma makes it easy for Bayu to start unification. The withering wood felt the narrowness of the woman's. Bayu spurred his movements faster, until finally....

Bruckk....

Bayu fell out of bed. Shit, he's got wet dreams. Shirt feels his body sticky because of sweat, especially the bottom. Bayu found Najma he dreamed of, sleeping soundly.

Bayu was made to swallow, seeing the blanket worn by Najma exposed. Najma who wears a sexy nightgown, makes Bayu's passion rise. She had felt the beautiful body of that woman. Bayu's lust is more volatile, hell if Najma is angry with him Bayu wants to feel the body of the woman again.

Bayu climbs Najma's body, quickly tearing off her nightgown. Najma awoke from her sleep. “Wood you want what?” instead of answering Bayu actually silenced the woman's mouth with his lips. Najma tried to escape, but Bayu who had more energy than him Najma rebellion as if there was no meaning.

“Don't Bayu. I'm pregnant again, I'm afraid the baby's why-napa.” Najma is waving to Bayu. Given the way the man had hooked her, Najma was not sure if she would be okay.

“I will not hurt you,” said Bayu with a hoarse voice, lust has overcome his mind. All he wanted was to get satisfaction from Najma's body. The flames of passion lit up in his eyes, Najma who did not want anything to happen if he continued to fight, finally chose resignation. He let the man enjoy his body.

Seeing Najma look resigned, Bayu proved his words. He touches Najma gently and emotionally for the first time, Bayu does not want only his satisfied self here. Bayu also wants Najma to enjoy their intercourse, because there is another feeling in Bayu's heart that does not want Najma to be hurt.

*****

“What have I done?” Bayu ruffled his hair in frustration as he recalled the incident last night. Najma would be mad at him,

Bayu was waiting for Najma to open her eyes, a reddish mark on the woman's neck. All because of Bayu's own actions, when Najma's eyelids moved, Bayu held his breath.

“Bayu.” The woman's melodious voice greeted her, a faint smile adorning her beautiful lips. Bayu is attacked by regret.

“I'm sorry, last night I didn't mean..” Najma touched Bayu's trembling arm, the young man was apparently afraid to face his anger.

“Soal last night forget it. My fault too. You are a normal man and have lust. Stupidly I asked you to accompany me to sleep. I'm not mad at you,” said Najma, last night Bayu did not hurt her.

Bayu treats it very gently like an expensive item that is easily broken. Najma doesn't deny that she enjoyed Bayu's treatment last night. It is made to float by the touch of a young man who has the status of a prospective father of his child.

As their gazes collided with each other, Bayu felt her chest tremble violently. Something strange ran through his nerves. Bayu did not understand what this feeling was. There was a feeling he had never felt before touching the deepest recesses of his heart. Desire to protect and make the woman his whole.