Wife Titipan

Chapter 29

With his bike Gilang looking for Bayu who is now in the plantation, he stayed when he found the figure of Bayu he was looking for. As much as possible Gilang gave the sweetest smile to his brother. Bayu snorted that Gilang was like this there must be a desire.

"Bang Bayu asked for money dong for snacks," said Gilang with half whining. The little boy is only ten years old. Bayu took out his wallet, gave a piece of twenty thousand for Gilang.

"The satellite is very Bang, the time is only twenty thousand. The money in my wallet was almost red all the colors, add it again." This child has asked to use maksa again, Inner Bayu greget.

"Twenty thousand is enough for what you ask for. At most you use the money to buy marbles." Bayu Cibir. Gilang snorted annoyed at the fate of his having an inconsiderate brother. Like never small this Bayu, as a child also said his mother Bayu also often play marbles.

"This Bayu Man!" Glad to be disappointed.

"From the money you use to buy marbles, it is better for snacks. Already go play there," said Bayu with a patronizing pretentiousness. When he was a child, he was more stubborn than Gilang.

"Huhh, basic calculations," said Gilang ketus, he pedaled his bicycle leaving Bayu. But for Bayu it is very good, because nothing bothers him.

Gilang paddles his bike casually, down the gravelly village road. He accidentally crosses paths with Elsa, his brother's girlfriend, or rather his ex-girlfriend. Bayu severed Elsa unilaterally, without giving a reason why Bayu ended the relationship they had already established.

"Say where are you finished?" Elsa asked with a friendly smile painted on her lips.

"Exit from the garden nyamperin Bang Bayu," he said. Elsa smiles when she remembers her relationship with Bayu which must end when the man once promised to marry her. As long as they were in a long distance relationship he faithfully waited.

"Wood in the garden with whom?" Ask Elsa.

"Many right now in the garden is harvesting, already Brother I want to continue the road. Want to play with friends because, if you want to meet Bang Bayu just come to the plantation," said Gilang who was replied with a small nod and a friendly smile from Elsa.

*****

Najma stared satisfied with the room decoration of her baby, the nuances of her room all pink ranging from paint to furniture. Najma took out her groceries yesterday, the tiny clothes made her anxious. Cute shoes with flower decorations make Najma more impatient waiting for the birth of her child so that she can dress the tiny and beautiful items.

Najma's happy smile could not be separated from Pram's observation. The man was happy with how Najma felt - the woman he loved so much. Seeing Najma happy like this over the presence of her baby. Pram is able to cover up her heartache with the fact Najma has touched another man besides her.

“Sayang. We never talked about the baby's name. What name do you want to give him? If you're still confused let me give you a name for Dede's baby. I have prepared a beautiful name for him,” said Pram, while rubbing Najma's distended stomach where he was always amazed whenever he felt the movement of the creature there.

Najma looked at Pram's hand moving on his stomach, the baby kicked actively as if he knew that someone stroked Najma to grimace when he felt the baby's kick was too strong.

“Achela Saskia. That's the given name Bayu.” Pram's face instantly turned stiff.

“I don't want any more relationship between you and that young man,” said Pram full of emphasis, he does not want Najma's son to know Bayu as his biological father. Pram just wants the boy to know himself as his only father. Therefore Pram only married Bayu and Najma in series.

Pram also deliberately did not take care of his divorce with Najma legally, so that the birth certificate of the child would be written his name as guardian. Pram has thought about his plan carefully.

“Mas. Bayu's her real father. Is it wrong if I honor Bayu by using the name given Bayu? I also want my son to continue to know Bayu as his biological father.” Pram breath hunting, flashes of anger emanated in his eyes. Pram didn't like what Najma said just now.

“I won't let that young man see your son. I don't want that boy not to love me because he knows I'm not his real father. With such circumstances our relationship will definitely not be harmonious,” said Pram cynically. Najma let out a long sigh, he rubbed Pram's arm gently intending to ease Pram's emotions which slowly began to boil.

“Don't be so Mas. However Bayu is also entitled to this child.” Pram growled furiously, he brushed aside Najma's hand.

“Najma you're nothing! Don't tell me you've fallen in love with that snot boy? Nah! I can't accept you turning away from me! Until whenever you are mine!” Pram spoke in a high tone, Najma even felt her ears ringing.

“Mas come on don't childish. Anyway, my son will be entitled to know his real father.” Najma expected a little understanding from Pram, although it was impossible to remember Pram who was hard when it came to him. Pram is just too afraid that Najma doesn't love him anymore. So as not to want any man close to Najma.

“If you really love me. Then do not let the child meet with Bayu later. Catch that!” Said Pram sharp, he did not want to be denied again. If Najma stays in his mind, he wants to let his son know Bayu as his real father. Even if that happens, Pram will bring Najma to live abroad that is far from Bayu's reach so that the young man of the village does not interfere with his happiness. 

*****

Najma frowned seeing her phone screen on, she immediately grabbed the object. There's a message coming in there. The smile on her beautiful lips was engraved, as she read the contents of the message.

Her cousin Damar, who was paralyzed by an accident three years ago, was able to walk. Najma was very happy to know, and she immediately told Pram. “Mas, can you accompany me to Damar's house?”

Pram grunts, he dislikes Najma being close to other men including Damar's cousin the woman herself. So far no one knows if Pram was the mastermind of the car accident experienced by Damar that time to cause him paralyzed.

“I will accompany you there, but only for a moment,” Pram said. Najma rolled her eyes annoyed, until now Pram still can not eliminate his jealousy in Damar.

About an hour's drive away, they finally arrived at Damar's house. The house that was small until Najma was a teenager he often visited because only Damarlah cousin Najma had. his father Damar was the younger brother of his mother.

"The path is slow Najma. How about you fall in, remember you're pregnant." Pram rebuked Najma, because when they got down from the car Najma continued to move his legs wide as if the woman did not remember that she was now pregnant.

"Yes, I know," said Najma, he did not care about Pram's worries. When he saw Damar Najma immediately hugged his cousin. They were very close to what else they were the same age. That closeness is what causes jealousy in Pram's heart.

"My beautiful cousin will soon be his mother" Damar said, rattling Najma's hair, chuckling softly at her cousin's treatment.

"Are you seriously walking? Try to see it" said Najma enthusiastically. While Damar he stared dislike a man who was behind his cousin.

"I've only been able to walk a few steps, I don't think I need to show you. Later after really recovering," said Damar. The man was now looking at Najma's stomach who would have thought that the spoiled woman who used to whine with him would soon become a mother.

"By the way my niece-to-be is a boy or a girl?" Ask, Najma semringah.

"Woman" said Najma, imitating the voice of a child.

"really? She will definitely become as beautiful as her mother" said Damar. The man did not know that the baby in Najma's birth was not Pram's child if he knew Damar would be in shock.

"certain. Mama alone is beautiful for sure her son will be much more beautiful," said Najma proudly, now Pram feels himself really ignored. Najma and her cousin had a good conversation without involving themselves, which was really unlucky for Pram. It was fortunate that he loved Najma, otherwise he would have been neglected like this.

*****

Najma, who was now lying in bed, continued to move restlessly. He tried to find the most comfortable position to sleep, Pram who was lying next to Him was honestly disturbed.

Najma felt like crying because she could not sleep, now it was late at night. While the baby in the womb does not want to be invited to compromise, the baby still moves actively in the womb of the mother.

"Wake up!" Najma shook Pram's body, inevitably the man opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ask Pram with a hoarse voice.

"Massage my waist hurts." Pram nodded, he went to the bathroom first to wet his face so that his drowsiness disappeared.

Najma awakens her when night is common during the time she is pregnant, and Najma's goal is not to fulfill her cravings but she asks Pram to massage her.

"Slowly massage it." Pram responded to Najma's words by muttering softly, his hands starting to come into contact with the woman's delicate skin.

Najma closed her eyes, enjoying a Pram massage on her waist. At a time like this Najma only realized again that Pram loved him very much, proved that the man wanted him to wake up at night just to accompany him to stay up late or massage him like this.

"Mas Pram, I'm sorry that as long as I'm pregnant I always trouble you. But after the baby's born, I won't bother you anymore."

"It's okay, it's with you asking me for help that I feel needed." Najma smiled blandly.

"If someday I leave your life, will you let me go?' Najma asked, with her eyes looking straight ahead. Pram's hand movements stopped, he felt strange about the woman's question just now.

"I told you before, that I wouldn't let you leave me. Until whenever you'll stay with me." Pram said that sentence so confidently.

"Then what if I keep going and don't want to spend the rest of my life with you?"

"I won't let that happen, if you leave then I'll look for you. Once I find you, then I'll chain your legs until you can't leave me again." Najma snorted, one day she would be gone from her life.

Her love for Pram was indeed great, but the wounds that the man had given her were much greater. During this time he had been too deep to bear wounds and disappointments, wounds that were originally only small scratches had now turned into gaping wounds to bleed.

Ten years is not a short time to establish a marriage, many stories have been inscribed by the sacred ink of marriage. But if fate has written they must end, what to say other than they must resign to end their love story until here.

Najma again grimaced as the pain in her stomach grew. His body began to sweat Najma had never experienced this kind of pain before.

"You why? What's that hurting?" Tanya Pram saw Najma's face that looked tormented.

"My stomach hurts so much. It seems like it is time" Najma said with a sigh. Pram's face turned frantic knowing Najma was about to give birth. Although it was not her who would feel the pain but Pram was so nervous.

Pram can not imagine how Najma struggle later when giving birth to her baby. Giving birth to a child where at that time women bet their lives. Pram is not prepared for the worst possible.