Wife Titipan

Chapter 3

Pram to his father-in-law's house, following Najma. His arrival was greeted unkindly, he could clearly see the wrathful face of his mother-in-law. The woman did not approve of Najma marrying her.

"What are you doing here again?" Risma Ibu Najma looked at Pram cynically, the man was not her dream daughter-in-law. Despite Najma's ten-year marriage to Pram, she still dislikes her daughter's choice.

"I want to see Najma, Ma," said Pram, he now looks chaotic.

"Eh, you son-in-law don't know yourself! After you hurt my son and want to get married again. You shamelessly came here. Go there, I don't want to see a brash ghost like you!"

"I beg Ma. I want to see Najma. Najma is still my wife."

"What a fuss is this!" Both are compactly staring into the origin of the sound.

"Papa I beg you to let me see Najma" Pram said. Bagas, the man he knew as the father who loved his daughter so much, now looks angry with him.

"You'd better divorce Najma. You used to promise to make my son happy, but you just want to marry again! "

"But the marriage did not happen by my will."

"You are the only one who is not strict. You and your mother have been trampling on my son's self-esteem all along. Remember Pram, Najma our only child, if the marriage of Najma and you continue then our descendants will be cut off. If you knew it would be like this, then from the beginning I wouldn't let you marry Najma."

Pram was speechless, which Najma's father said was true. This is how Najma felt when he and his mother used to insult him, saying that Najma was barren and could not give offspring for him.

*****

Najma locked her parents in the room when Pram came to meet her, she now weeps mourning the fate of her marriage which is on the verge of collapse. Najma wiped her tears when she remembered something, she brought a cell phone she could use to contact her husband.

At the sound of the second call his phone was immediately raised. Pram who was on his way home was so happy to get a call from his wife. He picked up the phone, not caring if he was driving.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home" said Pram at the other end of the phone, hearing Najma's hoarse voice he could guess that the woman had finished crying.

"You had a storm with Papa?" Pram breathed heavily.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make a fuss. And sorry I couldn't see you." Pram said softly.

"Buck...." Najma squeaks softly.

"Sorry Najma. Sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry." Pram's eyes were now flushed red withstanding tears, his chaotic mind making him unfocused on driving. He almost collided with a truck. Pram swerved until the car he was driving hit the road divider.

The sound of a loud impact shocked Najma, "Mas..." Najma called her husband, and she heard a noise from the other end of the phone shortly after the phone call was cut off.

Pram who hit the road barrier directly into the crowd, they flocked to see the state of the driver of a luxury car that is now unconscious.

*****

After hearing the police's explanation. Go straight to the hospital in question. Arriving at the hospital, Endah frantically asks where Pram is being treated. He thinks that Pram has serious injuries or worse Pram is now critical.

After entering the nursery of his son and hearing the explanation of the Doctor who handles Pram. Finally, she was able to breathe. Fortunately the accident experienced by Pram is not severe, only minor injuries that do not harm.

Pram collapsed from the shock and impact that occurred in his head. Endah looked at his son's face. Clearly drawn Pram's tired face, all this time he always forced his will without caring about his son's feelings.

Somewhere else. Najma, who is now locked up in her room, continues to plead for her to be allowed out. Najma is so shocked when she gets a call that her husband has an accident, even though she has explained it to her parents, they still lock Najma up.

They were so hurt when they found out about Pram's treatment so far, if they knew like that they had already intervened to break Najma's marriage divorce. The child that they loved from childhood, then after adulthood there was a man who came to take it from them.

Although they reluctantly agree to their daughter to be taken as a wife, with her status, Najma certainly can no longer be like before. They hope that Pram can take care of Najma, but the fact is the opposite.

Risma is now delivering dinner to Najma's room, seeing Najma's face that looks swollen and swollen, "Mama let me see my husband" Najma said.

"Alaah, Najma don't cry for that man. Remember when you were sick he didn't care about you. Thank goodness he had an accident. Well, let's just take his life, let's know his arrogant mother's taste."

"Mama, don't pray for my husband like that."

"Let it be, if he dies you don't bother having to take care of all the divorce papers. A widow is better than a husband like her. If later there is a man who likes you and better get married again," said Risma lightly.

"I just want my husband. I don't want another man."

"Keep it like Najma. Stupid because of love. Papa will get you divorced. Papa does not want you to be treated arbitrarily by the bastard man," said Bagas, he went to Najma's room to see the condition of his son.

"I just love my husband." Najma was strong with her stance.

"You are blind because of love. Open your eyes Najma look what Pram has done with you, he's an irresponsible man!" Say Bagas in a high voice. Najma hugged her mother and cried. Risma rubbed her son's back soothingly, through her eye gesture asking her husband to go out of the room.

*****

After a few days Najma was bored just staying at home, he missed the activities of teaching his students at school. Being a teacher is indeed Najma's dream from childhood, he likes to share his knowledge with others.

Najma decided to tell her father. Bagas is now sitting back and reading the newspaper while enjoying a cup of tea. A good time to tell a story. Najma sat next to her father without feeling awkward, she was from childhood closer to her father than her mother

“Papa I'm tired of just staying home. Tomorrow, can I go back to school?” old Bagas' eyes squealed, he suspected it was just Najma's excuse to easily meet with Pram.

“It's just your wits to meet that jerk guy, right?” Najma sighed, he had not been there at all.

“Stop being a teacher, from now on you should focus on continuing your business. If you do not take care of who else,” said Bagas. Najma shook his head, his Papa-owned business is a big business consisting of hospitality and entertainment industry. Najma felt he could not if he had to continue.

“I'd rather be a teacher. Come on Pa, I'm so tired of just staying home.” Najma put on a face. As a parent who loves his son Bagas could not bear to refuse the wishes of Najma. Moreover, his favorite daughter had just experienced bad things in her marriage.

“Good. But remember, do not try to meet Pram back,” press Bagas. Although Najma was thirty-two years old, she still considered Najma as her little daughter who needed to be protected from bad children to bother her. It is true, if the love of the old man throughout the ages.