Wife Titipan
Chapter 25
After picking up Najma from her place of exile, Pram spent more time at home than going to work in her office. The real thing is almost never done because he is the type of man who is more concerned with work than family.
Pram who was checking his company's financial statements occasionally glanced at Najma. The woman had only slept a few minutes ago after a previous bout of nausea. If tau pregnant would only trouble Najma and make the woman tormented, then Pram would never ask the woman to get pregnant.
"Shit!" Pram cursed when his bedroom door was knocked. His concentration broke instantly.
"I'm sorry sir interfered, but underneath was Lady Endah" said the waiter at her home after Pram opened the door.
"Serve my mother well. I'll see him soon" said Pram.
"Okay sir" said the waiter. Pram first tidied up some of the files scattered on the sofa. Pram approached the bed, he stroked Najma's stomach slowly which looked bloated not forgetting to kiss the woman's cheek.
Pram believes the presence of his mother will definitely create problems. Sure enough when he went down to meet the woman. His mother was yelling at the waiter for making tea too sweet.
"Mother." Pram greeted Endah lazily, the fox woman immediately put on a sweet smile when she saw Pram.
"Pram is sitting here, son. You how are you?" Endah tried to eliminate the anger that had reached him, in order to look good in front of Pram.
"I'm not good" said Pram sitting near his mother. Endah had frowned in wonder to see Pram's face that looked lethargic. But immediately beyond his sympathy, there is something more important than asking what causes Pram like that.
"So, I'm actually here to discuss your relationship with Adila. She complained to Mom that you don't want to see her anymore, you also yelled at Adila when you came to the office" Endah said without further ado.
"Mom don't force me to hook up with that girl. I don't like it Mom. I just love Najma, until whenever only Najma will be my wife" said Pram firmly, he was fed up with Adila who kept chasing him shamelessly.
"Najma is getting old. You better be with Adila she's young. Najma now lives with her parents anyway, no, it's been a direct divorce" Endah said. The old woman does not yet know the truth that Pram and Najma have long divorced.
"Mom forgot that I too was getting old, even older than Najma. I remember that I used to be a stubborn kid who liked to make trouble, but when I got to know Najma I decided to change because I had a purpose to make her happy when I was with her. Najma my life ma'am, now she's living with me back."
Endah was really furious to hear Pram's words, he hated Najma even more. "The woman is already here! where's dia? I want to see him!"
"Don't Ma. Najma is sick. I beg you not to be rude with her anymore, can't you love Najma like you used to?" Endah grunting. He used to love Najma because she reminded him of her dead daughter, but now he hates her. Pram who he initially doctored unfavorably hoped Pram's future would be ruined, falling apart when Pram knew Najma.
Pram slowly begins to change for the better, even in just two years after Pram married Najma the man had already managed to have his own company for his hard work. But fortunately he managed to get Pram away from Najma, but now the plan again failed miserably.
"Mother" said Pram, seeing the woman seem silent
"Yes already. It's up to you." Endah stroked Pram's arm, he put on his rotten mask all this time pretending to be a kind mother.
"Thank you Mother" said Pram, he remembered his father's words at that time. Until now he still has not proven the truth, currently Pram does not care anymore anyway all this time Endah loves him. The woman takes good care of her like a real mother, for Pram even though it is true Endah is not her real mother he will still love the woman, everything will not change.
*****
Bayu's face looks sad, he continues to kick the pebbles in front of him. The sky was clear today, but not as bright as the chaotic mood of Bayu.
"Wood!" bayu's body stiffened hearing that voice. Elsa the girl approached him. Ahtur I don't want to meet him, Inner Bayu.
"Well when are you coming home? why not play at my house?" Elsa greeted Bayu cheerfully. Naturally, he had not met face to face with Bayu especially during the last few months Bayu often ignored short messages and calls from him.
"There is no time" said Bayu rather ketus. Elsa who already knew the nature of Bayu felt that there was nothing strange about the man's indifference.
"I miss you Bayu. When are you going to bed me? many of our friends are married, some of them even have children. We've been dating Bayu for four years, I've waited long enough for certainty from you."
Bayu noticed Elsa's appearance from head to toe. Elsa generally looks like most village girls. Dressed polite and covered, neatly pigtailed hair, and his shy nature, the girl was once a lover of Bayu's dreams.
But after he got to know Najma everything changed, he liked Najma who had round eyes and a sharp gaze. When the woman speaks she always looks at her interlocutor with confidence. But the woman was too tall to reach him.
"If you want to get married soon. You can find other men," said Bayu made Elsa's eyes wide. Could it be what he was afraid of all this time. Bayu had kept another woman in his heart. So much so that Bayu betrayed his wait and loyalty so far.
"I'm just giving advice. If you want to get married quickly you can find another man don't wait for me!"
"Why are you Bayu?" Elsa looked at her lover with sadness, tears in her eyes. Don't expect Bayu to apologize and hug her. From the beginning he knew Bayu as a man who was indifferent if he cried because he was annoyed with Bayu's attitude that was too indifferent, even Bayu mocked him as a crybaby girl.
"Already Elsa, I'm getting tired of you, you're too whiny." Bayu left Elsa just like that, do not you know Bayu if the woman's feelings are too sensitive? Elsa stared at Bayu's departure with tears that began to seep down her cheeks.
*****
Najma poked Pram's cheek with her finger to make sure the man was asleep. Najma lets go of Pram's circular hand holding her. He picked up the phone, leaving the man still soundly asleep.
In other places Bayu is now sitting in the bale-bale behind his house. His mind is divided in two, between Elsa the village girl who loves him sincerely and Najma the woman who has the status of a foster wife.
His mind was now more focused on Najma, of course, the beauty of the woman had blinded his eyes. The woman he initially disliked because of her spoiled and chatty nature, but it turns out that Najma is very good at captivating a man with a deathly smile and a melodious voice that he has when persuading a man to obey his will. If Najma had been a seductress, many households would have been destroyed by her.
Bayu, who was initially rude and indifferent to Najma, finally melted with a million charms that woman had. To the extent that he began to forget his feelings for Elsa, his girlfriend who had been faithful waiting for him, and now his feelings are oscillating in no direction. Najma has no taste for him. That's what Bayu caught from what the woman had been aiming at him all this time.
Daydream Bayu buar by ringing his cell phone, unknown number. Without thinking for a long time he immediately lifted it. Who knows is important, thought Bayu simple.
"Hallo Bayu." As soon as Bayu's blood rippled heard that melodious voice.
"Najmas." Across the street, Najma smiled. Bayu apparently recognized his voice.
"How are you?" Bayu changed his sitting position, he started to fidget.
"I'm good. How's obatmu?" asked Bayu, his eyes staring straight at the thick expanse of the night.
"Alright Bayu. Right now he's moving around, it seems like he's happy to hear your voice." Najma stroked her stomach, she was on the balcony calling Bayu secretly.
Bayu's feelings are now pounding, if only he was near Najma now, he was eager to touch the woman's stomach feel the small movements of his future son.
"Emm, this is Bayu. Actually I want to say that you don't have to come back to see me, I'm back with Pram now. I want you to drop my talaq on me. And after the baby's born I'll let you see him whenever you want." Najma unhesitatingly conveys his purpose, why he called Bayu.
Bayu closed his hot eyes, his heart throbbing pain. Maybe this is the so-called feeling that grows but does not have time to flower. Bayu loved Najma, but he could not be happy because of his love.
"Wood you still hear me?" Bayu immediately turned off his phone without answering Najma's question first, which there was confusion when Bayu did not respond to his words.
"Hallo, Bayu." Najma is upset. Bayu turned out to turn off his phone until now can not be contacted again.
"Darling!" Najma jumped in shock, hearing Pram's heavy voice. The man approached himself who was now in the cold heat, he felt like a wife who was caught cheating behind her husband.
"Why here? let's go in the cold." Pram embraces Najma and invites the woman back into the room.
"What are you holding your phone for?" pram asked, seeing Najma clutching her phone very tightly.
"I had been playing social media before," said Najma with a stiff face, he was afraid Pram knew that he had just called Bayu. Could be bad, the man will go berserk.
According to Najma when Pram helped her to lie down, the man hugged her as possessively as ever. Pram's probing gaze made Najma feel uncomfortable, lest Pram know that I had called Bayu earlier, thought Najma.
"Darling can you promise me one thing?" Najma rolled her eyeballs while clucking in annoyance.
"Ah bored, you asked me to promise you continue. In fact you yourself never kept your promise to me."
Pram smiled wryly getting such a reaction. "Please promise to stay with me forever, never leave me. I'd go crazy if you left" Pram said solemnly.
"I'm sleepy." Najma immediately hid behind the blanket. Pram stared at it with his heart beating in pain, his mind asked could Najma not love him anymore?
