Wife Titipan

Chapter 30

Pram is now in the hospital accompanying Najma, the woman having just given birth to her baby this morning. Do not ask how Pram felt when accompanying Najma gave birth, he was very nervous and afraid.

His head was filled with negative thoughts. After Najma gave birth to her baby safely, all the feelings that had been lodged in her chest disappeared into a feeling of happiness.

A baby girl who is so beautiful, will be a new color in their love story. "Happy, you finally become a mother" said Pram sincerely, he was happy with the birth of the baby.

Of course, this all came from his idea. Najma used to choose for them to take babies in orphanages, but Pram insisted that Najma have biological children by marrying another man.

"Sorry" said Najma, looking at the scar on Pram's arm. The pain he felt during childbirth made him unconscious and injured the man's arm.

"It's just a small wound. No need to apologize." Pram landed a kiss on Najma's lips, the woman's face was pale but the hue of happiness was clearly radiated there.

A nurse came into Najma's room with a tiny baby in her cradle, a smile on Najma's face. He could not wait for the nurse to give him the baby, for him to breastfeed.

"It's time to give breast milk to the baby Mom" said the nurse was friendly. Najma responded by smiling and nodding.

Najma looked at the baby with haru, especially when the tiny figure began to suckle with her. Is this how it feels to be a mother after so many years of waiting, like this is also what his parents felt first?

"She's beautiful." Najma turned to the origin of the voice, she gently looked at Pram with a gaze that she had not given to the man for a long time.

"You're giving him the name Akela Saskia?" Pram asked, his eyes could not be seen the beautiful baby who was breastfeeding.

"Yes, did I not say that Akela Saskia was given the name Bayu. You don't mind, do you?"

Pram's face looks wry. "i don't mind, I don't think it's wrong we put the name of Bayu's choice for him. Think of it as honoring Bayu as his biological father" Pram said, trying to suppress his ego.

It's okay now that she relented, and Najma and the baby will be hers. The young people of the village will not be able to disturb their happiness, with time running Bayu will be forgotten.

*****

Bayu jumped from his seat so surprised when he saw a picture that Najma sent via WhatsApp to his phone, the woman had given birth to her baby. A baby girl who is so beautiful, Bayu now officially holds the status of a father.

Bayu, who happened to have not yet set out for the garden, was screaming for his mother. He found the woman who had given birth to him, in the front yard of his house was watering plants. He was almost doused by his mother, because of his sudden and startling presence.

"What's Bayu? You're screaming like in the woods." Gerrutu Mother. Bayu scratched his nape that was not itchy he displayed his typical grin when he was acting silly.

"Anu, this Mom." Bayu grimaced, why now he became awkward with his own mother. It felt strange when he said that he was now the father of a baby girl.

"Anu. Anu, what the hell is Bayu do not make Mother upset with you," said Ningsih, looking at her eldest son with greget. It's big, it's still childish.

"My son was born, Mom, what a funny woman. This is my mom looking at her picture" Bayu said, enthusiastically showing her baby picture.

Ningsih is no less happy with Bayu, his first grandchild has been born. A baby girl, all this time she wanted a daughter born from her womb. But God trusted him more to give birth to a son, Ningsih imagined if his granddaughter and son-in-law were here he would be very happy.

"If only my granddaughter were here it would feel more fun. Why don't you try to bring them here. I want to know my daughter-in-law and granddaughter Bayu." Bayu's face paled at his mother's request, honestly he also wanted to do that. But will Najma set foot into his humble home?

*****

It used to be when he came home with wounds on his body due to fighting. His father would be the first to worry about him. Whatever he did his father always defended him, when compared to his mother Najma was indeed more affectionate with his father.

"Papa" said Najma as Bagas hugged her.

Self-conscious with his position Pram chose to leave the room, not wanting to disturb the moment of meeting between Father and the child.

"Go home son, end your relationship with that man." Najma shook her head in a sign that she had refused his father's request.

"He's not who you are anymore, you deserve better than him. You're perfect, it's easy for you to find a man who's more than him."

"Don't want Pa" said Najma remained in his stance.

"Leave the man, he doesn't deserve your love" Bagas said firmly. It was actually easy for him to keep Najma away from Pram. But his efforts to keep Najma away with Pram would have been futile, if Najma had never wanted him to stay away from the man.

The only way to make Najma leave Pram is to make Najma hate Pram.

*****

Four days already Najma is enjoying her role as a mother, she is very troubled of course. Najma has no experience at all when it comes to taking care of babies. It was only her instincts as a mother that she relied on. Najma rejects Pram's advice to hire a baby sitter, wanting to take care of the baby herself. This is her first child, so Najma is very protective.

“Mas please take care of Akela for a moment. I want to take a shower,” said Najma. Pram immediately leaves his laptop, he approaches Akela whom Najma placed on their bed.

Akela was now opening her eyes, when Pram touched her tiny hand Akela clasped tightly onto Pram's large index finger. The tiny baby looked at him, Pram's blood rustling. The plain baby's eyes made Pram fall for her.

“While you are not my biological child, I promise to always love you.” Pram kissed Akela's cheek gently, he lifted the tiny body and fondled her affectionately. Akela looks very comfortable in a Pram sling.

“Mas!” call Najma after coming out of the bathroom, she is already wearing her home dress.

“Akela why carried?”

“So she's so funny. I am so fattening pengen gendong,” said Pram. Najma approaches them, wanting to take Akela from Pram's sling so that the man can continue his work, but Akela cries as if reluctant to be taken down from Pram's sling.

“Darling you are crying?” Najma rubs her little back, persuading the little baby to stop her crying, but her efforts seem futile.

“He still wants to be carried me times,” said Pram. Najma looked at Pram, is it true that the man said? But time yes. Pram is not Akela's real father, but Najma lets it go when Pram holds Akela back.

Not until a minute when carried back by Pram, Akela immediately stopped crying. “She was instantly silent,” said Najma amazed.

“This is the first time I've carried him. Maybe he wants to be satisfied carried with me,” said Pram. When Akela was a day old, Pram refused Najma's request to carry Akela. Instead of what, for a lifetime Pram never held a baby, he was afraid that time, what else Akela was still very fragile.

“So now you have dared to carry a baby?” Pram nodded confirming Najma's question. Carrying a newborn baby is not as scary as he imagined.