Wife Titipan
Chapter 24
Najma stroked her belly full of love, feeling the baby's movements there. Najma can't wait to see her baby, her smile on her face welcoming the presence of the man she loves. Pram just got home from work, the man's face looked haggard.
“Mas Pram, here the baby kicked my stomach...” saw the happy face of Najma making Pram smile widely, he sat near the woman and touched her stomach.
Honestly every time he remembered whose seed Najma had conceived, Pram felt his heart ache. But for the sake of being able to see the happy face of the woman he loved, Pram suppressed his pain.
“He is active once,” said Pram, if only this baby candidate belonged to him. Pram will definitely feel happier than Najma. The small movements in Najma's stomach always amaze Pram.
“Mas, tonight I want to go for a walk.” Najma looked at Pram expectantly, hopefully the man did not refuse him on the grounds that he cape working all day and must rest for tomorrow to work again.
“Why? You want to say you can't because tomorrow you have to wake up early and there is a meeting in the office,” said Najma ketus, seeing Pram quite a long silence.
Pram shook his head, he kissed the woman's cheek. “Where are you going?” najma's brows furrowed, thinking about what place they would go to tonight.
“Hm ... How about to where we first dated.” Pram's expression shows that he disagrees with the place Najma said he was.
“You are now pregnant, not good for your health also exposed to sea breeze, what else at night.” Najma pursed her lips, putting on her mainstay sulking expression.
“I will wear thick clothes. Come on Mas, you don't want to remember the time when we were dating first.?” Pram pinched the base of his nose, it was difficult for him to refuse Najma's request. Especially when imagining all night Najma will be sad because it is not obeyed his will.
“Alright, but we are just a moment there,” said Pram. Najma nods in agreement, leaving to choose a suitable outfit for her date with Pram tonight.
Pregnant women dress in floral patterns, as well as selected cardigans Najma. Beautiful flatshoes adorn her legs. With a simple look like this, Najma already looks very charming. While Pram wearing casual clothes make it look fresher than wearing formal clothes as usual. The couple looks absolutely mismatched, the handsome Pram and the beautiful Najma.
“Ayo departing!” Najma draws Pram's hand with vigor. Najma is passionate in Pram's life, seeing Najma happy like this Pram feels the same way.
A beachfront cafe is where Najma and Pram's first date took place, though there used to be little threat from Pram. Yes, at first Pram and Najma relationship was established because of coercion.
Pram, who has been in love with Najma since he first met, is so ambitious as to make her his own, all he can do to make her his own. Fearing Pram's threat, Najma accepts the man as her lover. Although initially forced, slowly but surely Najma begins to fall in love with Pram and gets used to the man's treatment. Pram has managed to take away all his love.
“The place has changed a lot huh?” Najma watched the surroundings, their seat now facing directly to the beach.
“Hm ... we were last here on our fourth wedding anniversary,” Pram said. Najma gave a gentle smile to the man she loved.
His round eyes enjoyed the expanse of the night sea, the sea breeze that blew as if caressing her beautiful face. The large palm of Pram's hand feels warm when holding his hand. How Najma had been blinded by her love for this man.
“Honey, after your baby is born I hope he can make our relationship more colorful. May he inherit your face yes,” said Pram sincerely, his eyes fixed on Najma's stomach.
“I hope so too,” said Najma, the woman was really looking forward to the presence of the baby. Najma wanted to be able to hug her and invite her son to play and do fun things.
*****
Bayu looked at his room that looked disheveled. Yuda's twin sister is the doer of it all. Seeing her twin sister upset Yuda grinned ignorantly, the most pleasant thing in Judah's life was to upset Bayu.
"Who's the beautiful woman in this photo? I asked one to fantasize." Yuda shows a picture of a beautiful woman.
Bayu's eyes immediately glared, he forcefully took the thing from Yuda's hands. "Return stupid! Basic perverted brain!" Umpat Bayu, after successfully taking a photo of Najma from the hands of Yuda.
"Wahh relax bro. You're a lot more perverted than I am. Whose bra is that?" Yuda pointed at a pink object that was on the corner of Bayu's bed. Bayu's face turned red when the ulcer was discovered. The bra belonged to Najma who, unbeknownst to the woman, he stole.
"If so, what do you want?" challenge Bayu, he does not want to look inferior to his twin sister who is basically ignorant.
"I will tell this to Mother" said Yuda arrogantly, imagining that Bayu would get a gift from their mother.
"Tell me." Bayu poked his tongue against Judah. If so, maybe he was already scared to death when he was caught storing a female bra. But now Bayu relax, his mother knows he is married and the person he made the material for his fantasy is his own wife.
Bayu ignored Yuda, casually lying on his bed. His eyes stared at the photos of Najma that he had pinned on the wall of his room, he missed the woman. All this time he just sleep hugged a roll. With Najma he would sleep hugging the woman while stroking her body.
"I miss you, bro, you're so sick of me. We're always together starting from the womb, I want us to be together forever bro." Judah approached Bayu, putting on a sad, contrived expression. Bayu grimaced in disgust, especially Judah almost kissed her cheek if she did not immediately dodge.
"Hearing you talk like that, I thought you were a faggot!" Judah is upset when said to be gay by his twin brother. Bayu this how the hell, not very exciting if invited to joke.
"You're saying I'm gay, if you know Bayu like this I've fucked women!" Bayu's eyes glared at Yuda's confession. Fuck is also this little boy he thought.
"Braud you Judah! Watch out I'll report your actions to you let me know how you feel in court." Bayu took the bolster and smashed it against the body of Judah who tried to avoid his blow.
"Akh...! Stop Bayu. I'm just kidding, even though I'm a playboy, but I'm still a high-ting virgin. This pirate I'll just give it to my wife!" Said Yuda. Bayu stopped beating Yuda, who was now laughing because he had succeeded in pranking Bayu.
Bayu annoyedly threw the bolster that he had used to beat Yuda right on the boy's face. Bayu ignored Judah by lying down and not forgetting that he had Najma's bra under his pillow.
Judah spread his shoulders ignoring Bayu's indifferent nature. His eyes again looked at the photo of the mature woman that Bayu had affixed to the wall of his room. Yuda admitted that the woman was very beautiful, he had never seen such a beautiful woman before, it was fitting that Bayu was careless to make the woman his fantasy. He will ask who the woman is later, after Bayu's mood improves.
*****
Pram gulped at Najma tonight, since she was pregnant the woman was getting fuller. As a normal man, Pram certainly has lust. What's more he has long not got satisfaction from the beautiful body of the beautiful woman.
Every night Najma always wears sexy clothes, as if inviting her to pounce on that beautiful body. During this time Pram refrained from touching Najma for fear of something happening with the woman's womb.
But tonight Pram can't hold back his lust anymore. Pram groped the twin mountains of Najma, the woman showing an indescribable expression as Pram's hand mischievously guerrillaized her sensitive area.
“What do you want? Get your hands off!” Pram grinned pervertedly, he wrapped up the woman's body. Pram's hand caressed Najma's cheek.
“You're more beautiful now.” Najma understood the direction of Pram's talk, the man wanted it. Right now, Pram's hands have infiltrated his nightgown.
“I don't want to!” Najma said, turning her gaze away from Pram's face.
“Honey, we haven't done it in a long time. I want...” Pram blew a blow on the back of Najma's ear, the woman's sensitive spot.
“Stay I don't want to. I'm pregnant now. What if something happens with my baby do you want responsibility?”
“I'll do it slowly, I won't hurt the baby,” Pram persuaded.
“No. You go to the bathroom there! I don't want anything to happen to my baby! You don't make me. See how I am now, you do not attach importance to your lust!” Pram let out a rough sigh, he rose from his original position to crush Najma.
Najma's words had just hurt her ego, and she had never refused when asked to serve him. The child conceived by Najma must not like it, so the woman always acts snubbed to him.
