Wife Titipan
Chapter 4
The first day Najma went to teach himself still fine, he showed no signs of agitation. Najma has no plans to meet with Pram, at least in the near future.
“Bu Najma hasn't come home yet?” asked one of his coworkers, seeing Najma still struggling on his desk checking the results of the task he gave to his students earlier.
“After finished checking this task will go home. I am lazy if I have to be taken home,” said Najma. His father said this morning that there would be a business dinner at his house.
“I go home first yes. Be careful, Mom. Tau itself is our school how,” said his colleague scare. Najma raises his shoulders, rumors spread that the school where she teaches often experience astral events.
Najma refocused on the papers in front of her. Doing this is all the better, rather than just staying at home and making it always to mind with his messy household.
*****
“Down is beautiful dear. Your father's business associates tonight are a lot of young people. Who knows if anyone is interested in you,” said Risma, he hopes Najma soon forget about Pram.
“I'm married Ma.” Najma protested, Risma seemed to consider her an old virgin who could not find her own soul mate so it must be sought by her parents.
“Heleh.... That pram can't make you happy. Mama don't want to know, tonight you shouldn't be seen kuel in front of your Papamu business partner.” Najma rolled her eyes irritated, since when she had ever performed in front of a crowd. Although Najma does not dress up, she will still look beautiful.
Business dinner. Where the talks discussed are not far from business. Najma took a few rough breaths, he was really bored and there was a man who was blatantly looking at him with interest. His name was Ricardo, a man of European blood with a beautiful face. If Najma doesn't have a husband yet, she might be interested in him.
“Your daughter Mr?” ricardo asked Bagas, Najma's father. Bagas realized Ricardo's interest in his daughter. How not Najma has very charming round eyes, framed with her plump eyelashes. Plus her beautiful face that is able to deceive someone so as not to guess how old it really is.
“Yes, this is Najma our only daughter,” says Risma saw Bagas who has not answered Ricardo's question.
“Well, I just found out that you have a very beautiful daughter. Do you mind if I meet your daughter Mrs?” ricardo asked Risma, his eyes fixed on Najma. He wanted to get to know the woman further.
“I already have a husband,” said Najma. Making the man named Ricardo was surprised to hear his confession. Ricardo did not think that Najma who had a girl-like appearance was married.
*****
Najma stepped gracefully towards the classroom where she was teaching. When he arrived at the class he was greeted by his students. Of course, Najma is one of the idol teachers, besides being beautiful she is also friendly to her students. Najma never discriminated, wanted the children of the rich to mediocre people. Najma never chooses love.
Najma held economic subjects, he always taught his students patiently until they truly understood. “Finally, Mom came into our class. Yesterday was the time when the mother was not present, economic subjects were replaced with the same Mr. Dayat killer,” cursed one of his students.
“True Bu. Old, ugly, angry again.” Yoga the class leader confirmed, he was among the students who did heavy same beautiful teacher's mother.
This is what Najma liked the most, seeing the laughter of his students a little able to erase the sadness in his heart, he became reminded of his youth first.
“Already. You can't be like that old man. However, he is still the teacher you should appreciate. Now get your book out we start the lesson,” said Najma.
His eyes were currently sweeping across the classroom, Najma always making sure that none of his students seemed lethargic and uninspired. What's more, this is the last hour, where students are usually very difficult to concentrate.
Half an hour of Najma's focus on teaching, her phone screen suddenly lit up, with her mother-in-law's name there. He went out for a while to pick up the phone from his mother-in-law.
"Based on unfilial wife! three days Pram was admitted to the hospital you did not visit him at all. Even to this day you don't go home!" Najma slightly distanced the phone from her ear. Just picking up the phone he immediately received a spicy sentence from his in-laws.
"Mother."
"After you finish teaching you should go home. The driver will pick you up!" Always so, her mother-in-law never spoke softly with her.
"Well Mother," said Najma lirih, he really wanted to see Pram's situation. During this time he has no chance for Najma to meet Pram.
The teaching hours are over. The students who were feeling cheered cheer with glee when they heard the home sign bell ringing. Najma looked at him while shaking his head, the behavior of the High School children was just there.
"Today's lesson is over. See you tomorrow. Don't forget to study and do your PR." said Najma, the beautiful teacher idol of the students, who, even among them there is a fantasy if their teacher is still a girl they will certainly race to win his heart.
After cleaning up his belongings Najma immediately left the school area. It turns out Bayu has been waiting for him, “Bayu run the car rather quickly yes,” said Najma, he wanted to see Pram's condition immediately.
“Good Ma'am,” said Bayu, as a subordinate he always obeyed what Najma said.
"At last you came. Get to Pram's there!" Najma massaged her chest, just as she set foot into the house she was immediately sprayed by her mother-in-law.
Najma goes to her room and Pram, she sees her husband resting. Najma touched her husband's pale face. For a long time he did not pay attention to Pram's face when sleeping like this.
Feeling disturbed sleep Pram opened his eyes, he did not believe his vision. His wife Najma was near him, smiling and rubbing her face.
"Najmas. Is this really you?" Pram saw the woman nod, he immediately hugged his wife with longing.
"I'm sorry, honey. Sorry I ignored you all along. Please don't leave me. I love you." Najma nodded, she returned her husband's warm embrace, without them noticing anyone watching them with a cynical look.
“You're okay right?” najma asked, worried about seeing Pram's pale face. Najma lets go of her embrace, to see the face of the one she loves
“I'm fine as long as you're still by my side. Never leave me again,” said Pram, since the first sight he was already crazy about the woman who is now his wife.
*****
When Pram insists on meeting Najma's parents, he convinces her that it's okay. Pram does not want if this problem is getting protracted, he wants to make up with his in-laws. Now that they were both at Najma's parents' residence, Pram's arrival was rejected by Najma's parents.
"Why are you here again? you better divorce my son! you just make him suffer" said Najma's mother, she was angry to see Najma coming home with Pram.
"Mama" said Najma.
"Silent Najma! Mama doesn't want you to come back with Pram. He's barren, he can't give you a son. You won't live happily with her."
"True Najma. Papa is old. Papa wants to hold Papa's own grandson, you're our only son only you can give us a grandson to be the successor to our family later."
"We could have a foster child. I'm happy living with Pram" said Najma defending her husband who had been constantly cornered.
"I'm aware of the flaws I have, but Najma and I love each other. So can you please reinstitute our marriage?" Pram finally spoke up.
"The answer is we don't approve of your marriage anymore. Najma if you choose to continue your marriage with Pram never step foot in this house again!" najma's father said with emphasis. Najma immediately looked pale. Pram looked at his wife worriedly, all this time Najma was very close to his father.
"I'm sorry Ma, Pa. I still choose to continue my marriage with Pram, I love her," Najma said in tears, it was too much for her to have to choose between her parents and her husband, but the love he had blinded everything.
She was willing to spend the rest of her life with Pram, although later she would never feel how to conceive and give birth to her own child. That is the consequence if you still choose to live with Pram, and Najma accepts everything on the basis of love in her heart.
*****
Their marriage is getting better than before, Pram again being friendly. Their love that was originally flat became more exciting. Najma felt like she was a newlywed again. Pram now becomes more pampering and attention to him.
"Want to take a walk today?" pram asked, considering this week and Najma did not teach.
"No, I just want to be home" Najma said, as the two of them watched television in the living room.
Suddenly a television commercial showing a pregnant woman made Najma's face turn moody, the woman stared at her stomach. Pram noticed his wife's change, the man rubbed his wife's head gently.
"I'm sorry." Najma blinked, he looked at Pram digesting Pram's apology.
"Nothing to forgive. I love you," said Najma, kissing her husband's lips. He didn't want to make Pram feel guilty.
"I know that you really want to get pregnant" Pram said. Which woman does not want a child from her own womb.
"That's it. Didn't we both promise not to discuss this. After all, we will adopt a foster child" Najma said.
"It's all my fault, if you want to leave me it's okay." Pram said resignedly, knowing if he asked Najma to stay with him the woman would not be happy.
"Your mother is not wrong. After all, no one wants to be barren." Najma immediately drowned herself in the arms of her husband, really she did not want to discuss the problem of children who might hurt her husband.
