Wife Titipan

Chapter 7

Endah stepped arrogantly into his son's house. Her red lipstick was on her lips that loved to say those cynical words. Do not forget the typical socialite Mother's bun and her branded bag. As well as her wrists which were filled with gold jewelry and also the rings that filled her fingers.

He rolled his eyes, looking at Najma who was enjoying sleeping on the sofa. He took a glass of water on the table dousing it into the woman's face. Najma jumped he rubbed his wet face.

"Basic to you! wife slacker. Your husband works, you're even good at sleeping here!" His word.

"I'm cape ma'am, after all the homework has been done."

"About you! You should learn to cook there. How many years have you been married to my son until now you still can't cook!"

"But, Mas Pram never disputed that," said Najma, he could not cook, all this time if he did not eat the cuisine made by the waiter he ate outside.

Pram also has no problem with Najma not being able to cook. The man also never told Najma to do homework. Instead Pram strictly forbids him from doing housework, if the man knows he is touching the kitchen Pram will go berserk. The man did not want his beautiful wife who he had been proud to look beautiful when doing household chores.

"Alahh, that's because he's so stupid. I was surprised by that kid. Choose a lazy woman like you, but there are still many better women out there to be a wife than this woman like you!" Endah pushed Najma down until she fell, and she grabbed Najma's hair.

"Actually I have been with you for so long. Why don't you ask for a divorce with Pram? I'm tired of seeing your face!"

"Mom let go, sick."

"That's why after this you asked for divorce from my son!"

Bayu who happened to pass by initially intended to let it go because it was common for Bayu to see Pram's mother angry while grabbing Najma's hair.

But when he saw Najma begin to cry, he decided to interfere in the matter of the two women. He pulled the rough hand of Endah who grabbed Najma's hair. The old woman looked at him furiously.

"You don't have to interfere! you're just a driver here, how dare you touch my hand!"

"I can't let anyone do anything." Bayu helps Najma to wake up. Endah tracing his wrath ready to explode, his eyes glaring at Bayu and Najma alternately.

"Oh, or do you guys have an affair behind my son? look out for you guys I'm throwing at Pram!" Threaten him with annoyance.

"Please. Just stir it up." Challenge Bayu calmly. And what he was afraid of anyway. Pram himself knew what the relationship was between him and Najma, if the man got angry and kicked him Bayu was very grateful. Thus he no longer needed to play this boring charade. Coupled with Mother Pram who was like a magic granny making anyone would definitely not stand it.

*****

In the room Najma is sitting in bed hugging her knees, while Bayu is chatting with his girlfriend. Every now and then the young man smiled to himself so engrossed in his world. Najma sighed she was so bored by this awkward situation.

Najma was surprised when Bayu was near him, and Bayu forced him to lie down. The young man looked at him hungry, Najma closed his eyes, he resignedly let Bayu back touch his body.

"Mayo!" Calls and knocking on the door from outside the room made Najma push Bayu who was oppressing him. He immediately opened the door hugging Pram tightly without caring anymore with Bayu. Najma feels saved with Pram knocking on her bedroom door. Najma wants to rest overnight without having to be an outlet from Bayu's anger.

"Tumben you're home early."

"I got an invitation to the High School reunion. Can you go out tonight?" Najma nodded, she was so happy to see her old friends back.

"I've prepared a dress and makeup artist for you. You put her in my room, just" Pram said.

"All right." Najma follows Pram. He had glanced towards Bayu earlier. The young man looked upset, but he didn't care.

After spending almost an hour dressing up Najma is now beautiful, she wears a navy dress that is so sexy, showing her smooth back, tonight she looks very charming with her natural makeup. Although Najma does not wear make-up, she will still look beautiful to anyone who looks at her.

Pram asked Bayu to drive them, because he was lazy to drive. Along the way Pram and Najma continue to make out, without caring if there is a Bayu among them.

Pram opened the door for his woman, taking Najma into the magnificent building where his reunion was held. Najma is so happy to greet her friends, so is Pram.

"Najma why are you back with him?" Jehan Najma's best friend looked at the woman in a dick. Jihan pulls out Najma's hand, taking the woman away from Pram.

"Oh my goodness, Najma is your fool! You should've divorced Pram and found another man. You are beautiful, there are still many men who want to be with you," said Jihan told Najma who was just downcast.

"I can't Jihan. I love Pram so much."

"Basic stupid! you saw that Tita was my friend you used to be." Jihan pointed at the woman she was referring to, the woman named Tita seemed to be pregnant.

"See she is pregnant with her fourth child, when she was only seven years married. Well how long have you been? Ten years! The pram is barren, his mother is evil why you're still hanging on with him. Even you ignored your parents just to stand up for that damn guy. Remember Najma when she used to want to remarry she didn't think at all about how you felt at the time."

Najma felt angry at Jihan who had demeaned Pram, "this is my life, you have no right to anything. I love Pram, I chose him to be my life's friend."

"Stupid! you won't be happy with her!" Jihan cursed, wanting to slap Najma in the face to wake her from her stupidity.

"I'm happy with my choice." Najma jerks at Jihan's hand violently, leaving her best friend with a feeling of anger. His mood is now turning bad, he no longer intends to greet his old friends.

Najma chooses to approach Pram, “Hai Najma. You still look beautiful as before,” said one of Pram's friends. Najma smiled in response.

“Btw, how many kids do you have?” Najma cleared her throat she glanced at the clumsy Pram.

“We are still in the process of making children. Want to enjoy longer time together before later have a child,” said Najma, he gave a code for Pram to follow him to leave the place.

“I'm so bored why almost everyone asks how many children we have.” Najma grumbled after they got away from the place, and he took a glass of tequila and held it up to the toilet.

“Don't drink too much of it, later you get drunk,” said Pram saw Najma again take another glass of tequila.

“I do intend to get drunk.” Pram sighed, his hand moved to release the clasp of the woman's hair, so that Najma's originally neatly rolled hair fell over her originally exposed back.

“Begini prettier,” says Pram. Some of the eyes who witnessed what Pram did seemed amazed to see Pram's sweet attitude towards Najma seemed unchanged from when they were dating.

*****

Bayu was surprised when Najma returned drunk, the woman even had to be carried by Pram. Najma sounded groping indistinctly, “aku dizzy.” Najma begins to whine, a habit that is no stranger to Pram.

“I told you not to get drunk,” said Pram, the man helped find a comfortable position for Najma.

“Wayu run the car,” command Pram, after Najma rather quiet. From the rearview mirror Bayu glanced at what the couple was doing, he saw Pram was rubbing Najma's head. In the heart of Bayu scorned, how Najma could become a mother while the woman was very spoiled behavior. 

Along the way home Najma rambled a lot, occasionally the woman giggled. While Pram responded to Najma's chattering who was drunk patiently, until the woman finally overslept.

“Tonight Najma rested in my room,” Pram said when they arrived home. Bayu immediately thinks negatively, if Pram will make love to Najma. He views Najma as a disgusting woman, willingly slept alternately by himself and Pram.

“I know what you're thinking. Najma is not as disgusting as you might imagine. I won't touch Najma before she's pregnant. Tonight Najma just rested in my room,” said Pram, he carried Najma out of the car. Bayu noticed how Pram treated Najma, honestly he was a little salute to see how much love he had towards his wife.