Wife Titipan
Chapter 44
The depth of the ocean can be measured, but the depth of one's feelings we cannot measure. Maybe that's the right saying to describe what Bayu experienced.
One might think that the feelings he had towards Najma were mere admiration and obsession. But here only Bayu and God know exactly how sincere and deep Bayu's love for Najma is.
Bayu loves Najma, though Najma is not his first love. But what first love means, first love is not necessarily true love. True love, an eternal feeling that will be brought to death.
Bayu is so adoring, loving, and longing to be with Najma. The woman he loves, the mother of his child. The woman who had made him a father of a beautiful daughter, the result of the union of the two at that time.
The pain of Najma and the presence of Pram on the woman's side returned, making Bayu seem to lose his chance. May Bayu blame a fate that never seemed to allow him to have Najma completely. Should Bayu scold his selfless heart for loving a woman as beautiful as Najma.
“Papaa..!” the agile little figure caught Bayu's attention, his daughter Akela had already from two days ago accompanied him. When Bayu visited Najma at that time, Akela whined she wanted to come home with him.
“Why baby?” Bayu sat the tiny figure on his lap. The swiping of the tiny face, Akela pictured Najma in a mini version.
“Kangen Mom...” Bayu smiled wryly, peeping at his son's forehead.
“Mau Papa drive home?” quickly Akela shook her head, she drowned her face spoiled in Bayu's chest.
“I want to be with Papa. Mama rarely accompanies me to play.” His brother to the Papa. And Bayu was immediately remembered by the busyness of Najma as the sole heir to his father's business empire.
“Mama must miss you,” said Bayu, remembering he will be beautiful face Najma pale because of her pain. If you can, Bayu wants the pain transferred to him only. Bayu really could not bear to see Najma sick like that, Bayu felt his soul stiffened to see the idol of a weak heart helpless.
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In a different place, Pram was strengthening his own heart when he knew clearly what pain Najma was suffering. Pram is not willing to lose, especially if death separates them. If you know Najma will be sick this bad, then from the beginning Pram will not be willing to stay away from Najma for a moment.
“Mas.... What have you done for two years without me?” najma's soft-sounding voice sliced through Pram's hearing.
“I changed myself for the better and of course always looking for information about you,” Pram said with a smile etched on her beautiful lips.
“Cheat! For two years I didn't know anything about you, but you always knew about me.” Najma put on a sulking expression of her flagship. Pram chuckles, already this old Najma turns out to still like sulking. Pram would bet that the spoiled nature of Najma until now still has not diminished.
The sound of knocking on the door interfered with the intimacy of the two, from his chatter, Najma was able to guess that it was Akela. Sure enough, when the door opened Akela immediately ran agilely towards Najma's bed followed by Bayu who was worried about Akela's steps if the child fell.
“Mama!” Akela cheerfully greeted Najma, in contrast to Bayu and Pram who looked tense when they met face to face. Two men with a considerable age difference, but they love the same woman, Najma.
“Papa I want to sit near Mama!” pinta Akela on Bayu, divert a little tension between the two men of different ages. Bayu followed Akela's will, he lifted the tiny body, then sat down beside Najma.
Pram's eyes focused on the spoiled writhing Akela, calling attention to her mother. A small, agile figure like a butterfly, if only the beautiful boy had his flesh and blood with Najma. Pram's happiness will feel perfect. Akela belongs to Najma and Bayu.
“Can we talk to you both?” said Pram in a soft voice, but can still be heard by Bayu.
“Of course,” sahut Bayu fast. The gaze of Pram and Najma's eyes that both highlight it makes Bayu a little uncomfortable, it seems like he is considered a bully here. And Bayu was aware of that.
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Pram cleared his throat, to eliminate the awkwardness between them. “I'm sure you would have known exactly if Najma would not have chosen you,” Pram said in a flat tone, the guilt in his heart appearing as Bayu looked into his eyes.
“Ya, I know...” Bayu Sahut is weak, what is the meaning of himself compared to Pram who in the eyes of Najma, the man is considered perfect.
“Then from that, can you stay away?” tega, maybe that's the right word to describe Pram at this time.
“I can refrain from disturbing your relationship, but I can't stay away from my daughter like what you asked first.” A heavy sigh was heard from Pram, when he heard the sentence Bayu said just now.
Pram who spent two years to improve himself, understood that Bayu loved his little daughter so much and Pram was aware. He cannot simply tell a father to stay away from his own daughter.
“I won't ban you from being close to Akela, only I ask to remove your feelings for Najma because it will only make you sick. We love each other. Look for your happiness from now on, don't expect any more from Najma because she's mine.”
Bayu sighed softly, his eyes staring at the sun that began to sink, his golden rays began to dim along with the destruction of Bayu's feelings after hearing Pram's words just now. It hurt so much, his heart was completely blown to pieces.
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Pram hopes that after two years of separation, he can return with Najma without any more obstacles. But the pain Najma suffered was getting worse. The woman has lost consciousness. Pram feels he is useless because he cannot do anything to get Najma out of her pain.
The faces full of sadness from those who loved Najma are clearly reflected in Pram's eyes at this time. Tired of just confining himself to lamenting helplessness, Pram chooses to interact with Najma's beloved daughter. The little boy spoke a lot, making Pram a little amused.
“You sure you want to be his father?” risma's voice shifted Pram's focus away from Akela.
“I've known Akela since she was in Najma's womb, even though she wasn't my flesh and blood. I have considered him like my own son,” said Pram sincerely, Risma smiled obliquely. The old woman seemed to be thinking of something.
“How can you possibly be a good father Pram. While you until now still can not make peace with your father. Finish everything first, before you think you can live in peace,” said the old woman, Pram seemed to swallow her saliva.
Make peace with Seno, the biological father who once threw it away. Can he forgive and reconcile with his bad past of a father? Can he accept Seno in his life? All those questions filled his head, like a random movie.
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It's true, destiny never asks what we feel. For those who have bad luck, fate is very cruel. Toying the way of life like endless pain.
Pram sat beside Najma who was lying weakly with her eyes closed tightly. Pram longs when Najma's beautiful eyes look at him lovingly and so adoringly.
“I will not make you leave me,” Pram said as if to promise himself.
Najma's heart disease is getting worse, so doing a heart transplant is the only way. The problem of finding a suitable heart is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand.
“You will live. We will age together like we promised before,” Pram said again. A sweet kiss landed on Najma's forehead a sign of her love so great and indescribable past the words, yet so perceivable.
