Wife Titipan

Chapter 42

Pram chooses to meet Bagas first before he meets Najma, however if he returns with Najma he must get the blessing of Bagas.

"How are you Pram?" tanya Bagas they met at one of the famous Cafe.

"I'm good, what about Najma?" Bagas pay attention to the overall appearance of Pram, it seems that Pram has changed his nature a lot like the promise of Pram before, the man does not look arrogant and arrogant anymore.

"Najma good Pram," said Bagas. Even after Pram left, Najma became a submissive child to her parents, never to rebel again.

Najma's change is certainly very liked by his parents, even his parents hope Najma does not remarry because they fear Najma's attention to them will change or even not care like when with Pram first.

"Have I found Najma?" pram asked hesitantly, Bagas' face looked tense for a moment.

"Not yet Pram, be patient. At the moment Najma is not close to anyone, you don't have to worry that she will fall for another man. Najma is still faithfully waiting for you" Bagas keeps his expression calm, he does not want Pram to be suspicious of her.

"Am I not good enough? It's been two years, even if Papa can't allow me to marry Najma back then allow me to meet her." Pram's gaze seemed to be begging, all this time he was tortured could not meet with Najma.

"Look Pram I want Najma to concentrate on taking care of our business first, I don't want to when you come back Najma suddenly says she doesn't want to take care of the business I've been so hard-earned because she'd rather be the wife who obeys every word you say."

"Is that so? So, Papa thinks I'm a bad influence on Najma?"

"It's not like that I mean. Please understand Pram, Najma is my only son. Later if it is time Papa will let you go back with Najma. Now's not a good time." Bagas softened his tone, after all the bad events he experienced it was very difficult to let Najma go back.

Seeing Bagas seem desperate, Pram could not bear to force, he understood the man's worries. "Alright I won't see Najma now, but if I know Najma is close to another man then I will meet him even without your consent" Pram said.

*****

At ten o'clock in the evening, Najma had just finished her stacked work. The woman sighed tiredly, but this morning she promised to take her little daughter for a walk. To be honest, if you can choose, Najma wants to continue at home taking care of her daughter. But he had no choice when his parents asked him to jump into the business world that his parents had built so far.

"I'm sorry, Mama." Najma sat down, he took his bag ready to go home.

"Hey, spoiled child let's go home! I can't wait to lie down on my bed." Damar pulled out Najma's hand which he felt was very slow. If you do not feel sorry for Najma then Damar will not work, Damar prefers to have fun spending the inheritance of his parents who died while he was still sitting on the college bench first.

At the request of Risma whose incidentally brother is his late father's brother, Damar now lives with them. Damar did not refuse because after his parents died he was alone.

When about to enter the elevator Najma stopped his steps, his chest again felt pain and he had difficulty to take a breath because of tightness. "Why you?" asked Damar looking at his cousin's face that turned pale.

"I'm suddenly in pain." Damar took a deep breath, he grabbed his cousin.

"Lately you often complain of pain, why not try to check your health to the doctor?" Najma shook her head, it was quite a small time he was often in a boring hospital.

"I'm fine, this pain will go away later" Najma said. Damar was upset by his cousin's stubbornness.

"I'll tell this to Papa."

*****

Najma today finally can keep her promise to take her son for a walk, not grandiose Akela just ask for company to the flower garden and make soap bubbles. Najma is very enthusiastic about dressing her son to be as funny as possible, they compactly wear brown dress with polkadot motif.

"Mama, Acela wants ice clim...." Akela whines with Najma when she sees a little boy passing by in front of her while licking ice cream in her hand.

"Well, you want some ice cream? Mom, just a moment. You sit here don't go anywhere okay."

"OK, Mama.." said Akela while nodding her head. Najma kisses Akela on the forehead before leaving the cute boy. Najma stepped up in a hurry, she did not want to leave her son for too long. Not far from here, Najma saw an ice cream vendor.

After Najma left, Akela sat alone playing her soap bubble. The cute boy acted adorable by trying to catch the soap bubbles he made himself.

Quietly a man who had peeked at them from earlier approached Akela who was sitting alone. "Hallo, sweet boy!" greeting the man, Akela looked at him in wonder as the man looked foreign in her eyes.

"Who are you here?" the man's big hand rubbed Akela's head affectionately.

"Your Mom." The man smiled, he leaned over to kiss Akela's adorable face.

"Give this to your Mama." The man gave a bouquet of blue roses, with a puzzled expression Akela kept receiving the flower. Without saying anything else, the man left.

When Najma returned, she was astonished to see Akela hugging a huge bouquet of roses. "Who loves you flowers?" Najma took the flower from her son's hand and gave him the strawberry ice cream she had bought.

"So, I'm told you the same."

"Who? You familiar?" Akela shook her head, now enjoying her ice cream.

Najma stared at the flower, frowning as he found a piece of paper, where it was written P. A. initials, Najma thought hard who would the person she knew have P.A initials

Aditama Pram

Najma gasped, Pram is here. "Akela, who gave you flowers where did you go?"

"To there!" Akela pointed to the direction where Pram had gone. Najma rushes to find Pram, believing he is still around. Pram must have followed him earlier. Najma's eyes began to glaze over.

"Mas Pram! I know you're still here, get out!" in his place now Pram himself tried not to appear and ran to embrace Najma, he had promised not to meet the woman in the meantime.

"Mas Pram I beg you not to hide. It's been two years, a very long time waiting for you." Najma's body decays, he rests on the green grass, slowly his tears break.

Akela, who did not understand what happened, approached her mother who was crying. Her tiny hand wiped the tears on Najma's face. "Mama why cry?" Najma felt even more sad when she saw the innocent face of her son, she clutched the tiny body. Akela has been the lifeblood all along.

"I'm sorry." In his inner hiding place Pram grimaces to see the woman he loves crying for her. Unceasingly he apologized for making Najma's tears fall because he cried.