Wife Titipan

Chapter 23

Pram was thinking of a plan, how easy it was that he could take Najma away from his place of seclusion all this time. Pram wants his plan to go smoothly. Najma must have been tormented away from him all along.

“Wait for me baby, I'll pick you up.” Pram rubbed a picture of Najma, without the beautiful creature, his days were bleak. He had been infatuated with the woman since first sight.

Pram is not willing to let go of Najma. If only he had no problem Pram would not have let any man touch Najma. But Pram does not drag on in regret, the most important thing now is how to organize everything from the beginning.

Pram just wants to be happy, spending the rest of his life with Najma and his son. The status of the child in Najma's womb, Pram promised himself that he would treat the child like his own biological child, although not his flesh and blood.

*****

Najma slept well tonight. The earth that happened to be being watered by rainwater brought a very comfortable sensation. Najma, who was sleeping very well, did not realize that a man was slowly approaching his bed. The man gulped, seeing a beautiful woman sleeping peacefully.

Najma moaned as she felt a soft sweep around her neck. The wet and chewy thing kept creeping up to his chin then landed on his lips. Najma reflexively opened her eyes when she felt a squeeze on her breast. Najma rubbed his eyes, assuring his vision.

"Mas Pram" said Najma after being completely convinced by what she saw.

"I'm picking you up, baby." Pram grinned, he had managed to find his woman. Najma tried to sit up, her enlarged stomach made her tired.

“How can you be here?” pram's outstretched hand stroked Najma's cheek which looked more contained than before.

“Why? You look not happy I managed to find your whereabouts,” said Pram, impressed accusing. Najma shook her head slowly, at this time she was confused as to what to say.

“Then come with me. While care is off guard.” Pram had actually been paying attention to the circumstances around this week, so he had memorized how the supervision in this house. Midnight is the perfect time to get Najma to escape, with heavy rain of cold to the bone, further supporting Pram's plan.

“T-but...”.

“Don't think much more, let's go.” Pram pulls Najma's hand gently to follow her. The bedroom window was wide open to make it easier for the two human children to escape.

Although actually in doubt, Najma still followed Pram, he immediately shivered when his body was hit by raindrops. They ran through the rain, to get to Pram's car. Their condition has now been soaked, Pram took his jacket that he had deliberately left in the car.

“Use this,” said Pram. Najma received it with trembling hands, the woman's lips pale.

“Cold Mas,” said Najma, his face looks like crying. Najma felt her stomach ache a little after running earlier.

“Sabar yes. I'll drive the car quickly, you don't cry.” Pram kissed Najma's forehead, worried to see Najma look shivering with paled lips. The woman was apparently very cold.

Najma hugs her knees, letting Pram focus on driving the car. Driving on slippery roads and heavy rain, Najma hoped nothing happened to them.

*****

A tremendous dizziness struck Najma's head as she opened her eyes, her body feeling warmer than usual. From the window of his room, the sun was shining brightly. Pram who hugged him last night is no longer in his place. Najma sighed harshly, as a result of last night's rain she became feverish.

“Available?” a soft-sounding Pram voice greeted his hearing. The man went into the room.

“Pusing...” Najma immediately complained about her condition. Pram's bright face turned anxious, he placed the back of his hand against Najma's forehead feeling the woman's body temperature.

“I'll call the doctor,” said Pram, quickly pick up his phone to contact their personal doctor. In place of Najma moved restlessly, the baby in the womb was uncomfortable with his body temperature. Najma stroked her stomach, hoping that her future baby would calm down.

While Pram was fixated on seeing Najma's stomach shape, last night he didn't pay much attention to it. “Your stomach...” said Pram, with a stiff expression.

“The baby can now kick in,” said Najma. Pram appears to be gulping, with an ungodly feeling he approaches Najma and touches the woman's stomach. His facial expression looked surprised as he felt something moving inside.

Pram looked at Najma with a gaze that could not be translated. Pram wants to say something about her feelings about Najma's pregnancy, but her tongue is a bit off.

*****

Ningsih noticed her son who often daydreamed and looked moody. Usually when returning home Bayu village will be the most cheerful person. The eldest of the three brothers will usually spend time with his old friends. Then take the time to stop by her lover's house.

"You why Bayu? I noticed your face looks moody. Is there a problem that happens to you, try to tell Mom," said Ningsih. Bayu was even more restless when asked by his mother.

"It's okay Mom." Bayu said, he did not trust his mother as a place to vent from all his problems and turmoil.

"Mom knows you well Bayu, you can't lie to me." A mother's feelings are so sensitive. Bayu looks so wrong. Is it the right thing if he tells his mother, at this time he does need a friend vent.

"Mother must promise me that she won't tell you this to me." Bayu clasped his mother's hands together, with a serious expression.

Ningsih smiled gently, trying to convince her son. "Mother promised you wouldn't tell me your problem with me."

Bayu inhales oxygen greedily as if afraid of running out. Then he breathed it rough. Damn, he was very nervous when he was about to tell this secret to his mother. "S-actually I'm married. She's pregnant with my son." Bayu observed his mother's expression.

Ningsih looked very surprised to hear the confession of his eldest son. Bayu married without negotiating the big thing to the family. But as a mother, she must be wise in dealing with problems. One of them is with indirect emotions.

"Then why didn't you bring your wife here to meet with Mom?" tanya Ningsih tried to calm down and not cuss at Bayu right now. His mind asks as beautiful as if the woman his son married, to make Bayu forget to tell his family to tell him the important thing.

"If only my marriage was normal I would gladly take her to meet Mom" Bayu lirih said. Who would not be proud to have a wife as beautiful as Najma. Any man would want to have a wife with an angel like himself, the woman is so perfect in the eyes of men including Bayu.

If only her marriage wasn't a charade. Bayu will surely proudly introduce Najma to his mother and family. And tell the world that he is a very lucky man.

*****

The blanket was not far from Najma's daily life since she was pregnant, this time she wrapped her body with a blanket even though she was in the family room. Najma recovered from her fever a few days ago. Because there is no work. Najma spends her time surfing the internet. Pram gave her the phone she had left behind when she was picked up by her father.

“Sayang. What do you want to eat tonight?” pram asked, the man is now becoming more attentive. But inversely proportional to Najma who is now changing ketus, what Pram does always looks wrong in his eyes.

“I want dinner outside. The menu is up to anything,” said Najma, his face looks judes. The woman tried to control her emotions to remain stable so as not to shout like yesterday when she was annoyed with Pram.

“What perfume do you wear? the smell makes me nauseous.” Pram frowned, since when Najma so dislike with perfume.

“This is your perfume that bought that time.” Najma snorted, covering her nose.

“I don't like the smell! you've gone to change clothes there.” Pram let out a long sigh, he looked at Najma who was stroking her stomach. What pregnancy makes Najma turn into a very annoying woman.

“Iya, I'll change clothes.” Pram was about to kiss Najma, but the woman swiftly pushed her head.

“No need to kiss! already gone there!” najma's round eyes, which are usually charming, are now glaring fiercely. Pram just sighed resignedly to receive the treatment of the woman. It seems that she has a lot of patience to deal with the changes in Najma's mood and attitude that occurred due to her pregnancy.

*****

Pram invites Najma to dinner at a five-star restaurant, with a menu of super-luxury sea food. To be able to eat in this restaurant must spend millions of dollars, but it is not a big deal for Pram who is a successful businessman.

“Mas I want to go to the toilet first yes for a while,” said Najma, the woman's hand rubbed her distended stomach gently. The baby like happy was taken to a place like this. Najma's originally messy mood was instantly nice as her eyes swept over all the luxuries that were in this restaurant.

“Let me accompany,” said Pram, he worried about letting the pregnant Najma into the public restroom alone.

“No need Mas. You just order the menu, anyway I just make sure my makeup is not messy,” said Najma.

Pram sighed trying to stay patient, since Najma was pregnant was always excessive about grooming. Throughout the day, the woman's time was spent staring in the mirror and preening. Pram would bet that the boy Najma conceived was a girl.

“Alright, but bring your phone. If there is anything contact me,” said Pram. Najma nodded obediently, the sweetest smile she gave to Pram before leaving the man.

“It turns out my makeup is still beautiful.” Najma muttered in front of the mirror, after being convinced that Najma's perfect makeup came out of the toilet. When he was about to go back to Pram Najma was surprised when a familiar man greeted him.

The man looked at him from head to toe, “it turns out you already have a husband,” said the man who was none other than Ricardo, business partner of Najma's father. The man's gaze was fixed on Najma's stomach, if Najma had not been pregnant, he would have carried out the plan he had thought of first: to snatch the beautiful woman from her husband.

“Oh, you...” Najma smiled kindly at the man. Najma's alluring round eyes were glowing, the man named Ricardo fell into the charm of her beautiful eyes

“How are you? Who are you here with?” ricardo asked no longer be awkward, from the nature of Najma the man can guess that Najma is the type of woman who is good at getting along.

“I'm good. Hm .... It seems I have to go, afraid my husband will wait a long time,” said Najma, without waiting for an answer from Ricardo. Najma stepped gracefully, taking her body further away from Ricardo who was still amazed by the beautiful charm she had.

“Mas, sorry I went to the toilet long ago.” Pram nodded with his lips twisting a smile, a sign he did not mind.

“Darling you eat a lot, so it fits later tonight you are not to wake up because of hunger,” said Pram reminded Najma's habits during pregnancy, the woman in the middle of the night always woke up disturbing sleep Pram to accompany her fill the stomach.

Najma pursed her lips. “How not to be hungry Mas. In my stomach there will be a baby dede, before pregnancy I also never wake up in the middle of the night to eat,” said Najma with a sulking tone. When they looked at her eyes, Pram felt her pulse once again she was made to fall in love repeatedly without getting bored with the same woman.