Wife Titipan

Chapter 6

An unwanted marriage between Najma and Bayu finally takes place. Najma divorced Pram religiously, but in law his status was still valid Pram's wife. Najma and Bayu only married siri, with several people attending as witnesses including Pram himself.

Najma and Bayu were in one of the rooms Pram had prepared for them. Bayu chose to sleep on the sofa letting Najma lie alone on the big bed. There was no conversation between them, both of them were equally awkward.

Najma is thinking about Pram the man she loves. Bayu thinks of his girlfriend Elsa in the village. He has betrayed his loyal girlfriend, by marrying another woman even though this marriage is only temporary, still Bayu feels very guilty and devastated by this marriage. When Pram threatened him he had no power to resist. At this time Bayu hopes everything will be fine until the agreement ends.

Feeling sultry with this state of awkwardness. Bayu chooses to get out of the room leaving Najma alone. The woman breathed a sigh of relief after Bayu came out of the room. By God Najma was still not ready to let himself be touched by Bayu even though the young man was already her husband.

Najma stared at the golden ring that was coiled on her ring finger, it was her wedding ring with Pram. He brought the thing to his lips and kissed it. Najma wishes that she would come back to live peacefully with Pram after her strange marriage is over.

Pram who was in the middle room frowned when he saw Bayu, should the young man do his first night with Najma.

"Woody where are you going?" pram asked in such a firm voice.

"Want to come out for a while looking for cigarettes" said Bayu. Pram nods to let Bayu go, he knows the young man does like to smoke.

Pram sighed, rising from his seat to approach Najma. The woman opened the door for him. Najma hugged Pram tightly, drowning him in the man's face. There he cried sobbing. Pram gently rubbed the head of the woman he loved, the woman who had sixteen years accompanied his days from them was still dating until marriage.

"Don't cry."

"I can't accept all this. I feel like a cheap woman."

"You're not like that in my eyes. Please don't make my sacrifice go to waste. You know, to be honest, I'm sick to see you touched by another man, but I hold back all that for your happiness."

"What kind of happiness!" Najma sobbed in despair, at this moment he was unable to think about how to go ahead after this incident.

"You're going to have a real child. A cute baby will be born from your womb later. He's your happiness, and mine." Pram let go of Najma's embrace wiping away the woman's tears with his thumbs.

"Go back to rest in your room" said Pram, pushing slowly Najma to enter his room.

"I don't want to sleep in this room!"

"Where do you want to sleep? in my room? that's impossible" said Pram, prompting Najma to yell in frustration at the woman shuffling her hair, then walking into the room and slamming the door violently.

Pram stared at the door that Najma slammed with nanar, the pain in his heart was again present. Soon if Bayu returns, the young man will definitely touch the woman he loves.

*****

After coming home from a cigarette. The wood does not go straight into the house. He chose to sit in the gazebo, smoking his cigarette. I don't know how many rods he spent, it was able to divert for a moment the chaotic feeling from earlier squeezed him.

"Why here? you have no intention of procrastinating on touching Najma, do you?" Bayu was silent, not responding to Pram's question. His mind was now wandering into the middle of nowhere.

"What makes you hesitate to touch Najma? she is beautiful, but she is also sexy. Any normal man would be interested in touching himself."

"Shit's." Bait in the heart. Pram now looks like a pimp offering a bitch to his customers.

"Remember what I said yesterday."

"I remember that!" Bayu said rudely for the first time to his employer, he threw away his cigarette butts immediately leaving Pram.

With no hesitation Bayu went into his room and Najma. The woman screeched as someone flipped her body violently. Najma stared at the horror of Bayu who now oppressed him, especially the young man tore his nightgown brutally.

"W-what do you want to do?"

"Doing what you and Pram want" said Bayu, the young man apparently being ignited by the flames of anger.

“Don't be rude to me,” said Najma, she was horrified when Bayu tore her clothes brutally. Beyond a doubt Bayu actually gripped his jaw, a flash of emotion emanated in his eyes.

“Do not request much,” hiss Bayu. Najma screamed loudly when Bayu entered her violently, especially Bayu also pulled her hair. Pram himself never treated her like this. Bayu did not care at all about the screams of pain, for whatever this is called rape.

Outside the room Pram's face looks pias, tear-filled eyes drenching his cheeks. He does not want his woman to be touched by another man, his chest throbbing pain Pram cried in silence over the injustice that happened to his love story and Najma.

*****

The sunlight barged in through the window of the room whose curtain had been opened. But the owner of the room still coiled comfortably with a blanket thick. Najma squirms as a hand touches her back.

“Sayang...” Pram's voice forced Najma to open her heavy eyes. His face looked haggard, last night he cried after Bayu had fucked up to make the young man upset and slapped his face.

Pram found a bruise on Najma's face. “This why? Bayu did it?” Najma nodded in confirming.

“The wood slapped me, he was so rude. My body feels crumpled.” Najma complained, last night she felt like she wanted to give up. Bayu seemed to make Najma as an outlet of anger, on his self-esteem that was trampled.

“I'll teach him a lesson. How dare he do you like this.” Not yet finished Pram talk, Bayu came with a container containing ice cubes. He did plan to compress the bruise that was on Najma's cheek.

“What have you done to him?!” Pram pulled the lapel of Bayu's shirt, he was angry with what Bayu did to Najma woman who he had been adoring and take care of porcelain that could easily be broken. During their ten-year marriage, Pram never committed physical violence against his wife. In fact, he always keeps his wife's beauty maintained. Najma cuts just a little Pram will bother.

“Once again you get Najma hurt. I don't hesitate to finish you off,” hiss Pram, he's not messing with his threats this time. Bayu whom he values as a plain young man, turns out to dare to play hands.