Wife Titipan

Chapter 8

Najma woke up with a dizzy head and a nauseous stomach. The effects of his drunkenness last night are still felt. Najma shook her head, she could have drunk last night. It must have been a shame last night. “You're up?” pram's heavy voice startled the dreamy Najma.

“Mandilah. Breakfast is ready,” said Pram. Najma nodded, revealing the blanket that covered her body. Najma is surprised to find herself wearing only the interior.

“Last night you complained hot, I finally did not wear clothes for you,” said Pram, currently he is trying desperately not to pounce on Najma who only wears underwear. What's more he hasn't touched the woman for long enough.

Najma also noticed Pram's lustful gaze. He rushed to the bathroom. After the departure of Najma Pram trying to regulate his hunting breath, remembered that every night Bayu touched Najma made his chest hot.

“Mas let's have breakfast.” Najma's voice that sank spoiled greeted Pram's hearing. The woman had finished her morning ritual. Pram took Najma in his arms, a fragrant smell emanating from the body of the woman who was legally still his wife.

Najma glinted at the fried rice that was presented in front of him. The aroma of cooking pierced his nose, Najma's stomach so rumbling. Najma immediately scooped the food into her mouth, her eyes widened as she tasted the taste.

“This is your fried rice?” asked Najma, the taste of the cuisine made by Pram Najma hapal is right.

“Iya, you like?” Najma nodded.

“You have long been unable to cook me fried rice,” said Najma in a voice sulking his mainstay.

“You know I'm busy. My business is growing rapidly again,” said Pram, besides he works hard also for Najma. Pram doesn't want to make Najma live with him, he doesn't care if people think of him as a workaholic.

“You are always busy. Until you have less time for me, your job is always a first rather than me.” Najma sneered at Pram's behavior all along, he had enough patience with the workaholic Pram. Pram always meets his needs, but Pram rarely takes him on vacation to spend time together because of his work.

“I work also for you,” said Pram, he still remembers with his promise to the mother of Najma who had to always surround Najma with a treasure ring. Pram does not want to be labeled as a failed husband because he allows Najma to live destitute with him. 

*****

After teaching Najma was bored, in the house of Najma there was no activity. While Pram does not allow him to go out to spend time with his social friends since the rampant gossip about Arisan brondong.

Pram the jealous imagines things that Najma and her friends do not. They are categorized as aunts. Najma was thirty-two years old.

Suddenly Najma thought maybe from now on she should learn to cook, what else if later she had become a mother. But he had to start learning where to cook, even the amount of water to cook rice he did not know.

“I just have to learn to cook.” Najma sat down, and he headed for the kitchen. Open the refrigerator and take carrots and sausages. Najma plans to cook her favorite fried rice.

“What are you doing?” ask one of the waiters, not usually seeing Najma in the kitchen.

“I want to cook.” Najma's words made the forties service pale.

“Do Not Ma. Later you are angry if you know mom cook,” he said, so far it is the duty to cook. All the servants in this house knew that Pram would not allow Najma to do household chores. Najma is treated like a queen, just a little blister Pram will take issue.

Before her marriage to Pram, Najma was the only child of rich parents until she never did any housework. There are always needs that serve.

“Pram won't know if Mbak didn't tell you. There's no need to worry that Pram will get angry. Now Ma'am leave it alone, I want to cook,” said Najma.

“T-but...”.

“Let me experiment with the kitchen. Now Ma'am go,” said Najma, he gave a sweet smile to calm the waiter at his house.

Najma stared at the materials in front of him, he grimaced confused to be flanked by them. Eventually Najma cut it off in the original. Najma began to heat the frying pan, the boiling oil made a shudder in horror.

Sighing he put in the materials he cut. Basically he really did not know how to cook properly, the hot oil was splashing on his arm.

"It's hot..!"

"Why?" Najma flinched when Bayu touched her arm, not knowing when the young man was in the kitchen.

"Because of the hot oil" said Najma. Bayu turned off the stove that was still on, before turning on the water faucet to clean Najma's arm that was hit by a hot oil splash.

"Where do you usually put ointment for burns?"

"In the P3K box near my acrylic flower collection shelf."

"I'll take it, wait a minute." Najma is amazed by Bayu. Tumben once the young man was attentive to her.

Najma looked at her flushed arm. Pram will definitely bother questioning this and lecture him so as not to try touching the kitchen again. Najma's daydreams fall when Bayu returns.

“Here is your hand.” Bayu grabbed Najma's arm, he applied an ointment on Najma's flushed forearm. Bayu regret if the smooth skin of the woman there is a scar.

“Actually what are you doing?” Najma snorted at Bayu's question which was impressed.

“I'm learning to cook,” says Najma. Bayu's facial expression looked scornful, of course. How old is Najma? The woman cannot cook.

“I think from now on I should be able to cook before I become a mother,” said Najma. Although she was not pregnant, Najma had imagined anything she would do with her child later. If he can cook, then he can always make cooking creations for his baby. She will definitely be a proud mother because she is smart to cook.

*****

Pram frowned seeing Najma nausea, he thought maybe Najma was now filled. “Sayang. You're nauseous, don't-don't..” Najma shook her head, she understood the direction of Pram's conversation.

“Which is possible, this is too fast. I was soaking in the pool a long time ago, it seems I just catch a cold.” Pram sighed softly, he cupped the beautiful face of the woman. Najma's round eyes that she admired looked charming when blinking where the lashes that framed her looked like they were bragging.

“We better prove,” said Pram, kissed Najma's red lips. He immediately took the test pack that had previously been prepared.

“You try this.” Najma receives the test pack Pram gave her. He tried it in the bathroom. Najma was worried about it.

"What's the outcome?" pram asked impatiently as Najma just came out of the bathroom. The woman's face looked lethargic Najma shook weakly.

"I'm not pregnant yet." Pram sighed disappointed. He takes a test pack on Najma's hand that shows a red line.

"No, you've only been doing it for a month. Maybe in two or three weeks you will get pregnant," said Pram comforting Najma as well as her who is actually very disappointed because the fetus is waiting not yet present.

Najma's outstretched hand touched Pram's handsome face, he didn't understand Pram's current way of thinking. The man wants to be happy by making him a parent by marrying another man.

“Why should with a road like this?” pram's face changed, in his heart he regretted his decision to marry Najma to Bayu. He should not have rushed, he should have tried Najma's advice at that time that told him to do traditional medicine.

“I'm sorry,” said Pram lirih, he was really messed up when he found out that he was barren so he could not think clearly.

Pram pulls Najma into his arms, Pram inserts his face into the woman's neck. “Whatever happens don't even think of leaving me. You are my passion.” Pram's voice sounded desperate. Najma wrapped her hand back to Pram's embrace.

During this time despite many actions that hurt Pram, he never thought to leave the man. Even Najma herself chose to stay away from her parents in order to be with Pram.

*****

The only person who can make Pram rude to Najma is his mother. He was very respectful of the woman, no matter what his mother said Pram always believed and obeyed her. Now that Endah is visiting Najma and Pram's house, she must have just come to make trouble.

"It's been a long time that I've been waiting" said Endah with eyes glaring cynically at Najma.

"Sorry Mother,” said Pram who now acts like a kitten in front of his mother. It is inappropriate to be selfish and angry.

"Yes, after all I don't want to stay here long. Pram, I just wanted to let you know that your wife Najma was involved in a scandal with the driver!" Pram glanced at the bowed Najma. He held his breath as if he had to be careful. His mother is very careful, if you make a little mistake it will all be fatal. Pram does not want his mother to know the story between Najma and Bayu.

"I trust my wife Mom, she won't do anything behind my back. Anyway where maybe Najma is interested in Bayu, he's just a driver. Anyway Bayu is still young for sure he also won't glance at Najma."

Endah throbbing, greget it with Pram. "You didn't know yesterday when I visited here Najma and Bayu rudely kicked Mom out. It was as if this Mother was like a beggar who entered the house of a rich man. Your wife has no respect for you at all!" Najma raised her face that was originally bowed, so cruelly Mother Pram accused her like that.

"I didn't do that. I lied about it." Najma defended herself. Pram is now dizzy to imagine his mother who he cares about is treated harshly.

"Shut up! I trust my mother more." Snatch Pram with rough. Endah smiled satisfied to see Najma scolded. This is what Endah likes most about Pram, he actually managed to make his son as his puppet.

"That's it. Mom just wants to go home. Pram you take care of your wife!"

"Mother's home. Want me to drop off?" Pram is really very obedient to his mother, in front of his mother Pram seems to be unable to distinguish between pretenses and real ones.

"no need. Besides, I'm here with Mom's personal driver" she said in a soft, contrived voice. After the departure of his mother Pram looked at Najma with nyalang.

"Like that you were to my mother" he hissed sharply, her mother the number one woman in Pram's life, he had great respect for her.

"I really didn't do what Mom said. Your mother lied, she wanted us to fight on purpose." Najma's words ignite Pram's emotions.

"You mean my mom was slandering you so!" Najma nodded. Pram immediately pushed the woman to a fall.

"I know you don't like my mom, but you shouldn't be vilifying her." Pram left Najma just like that.

Najma stared at Pram's back with a sick heart, she would always lose if she competed with the old woman who had the status of Pram's mother. Slowly her tears fell down soaking down her beautiful face that looked sad.

From far away Bayu witnessed that. His mind grimaced to see Najma who was like poisoning with love dead to be willing to be treated like that. He felt sorry for approaching the woman. Najma was surprised when Bayu hugged her, but she chose to drown her face in the young man's chest to shed the sadness of his heart.

Bayu only rubbed Najma's back, he did not say any words to comfort the woman. He let Najma cry as much as she could, even though her clothes were wet from her tears. Bayu doesn't care. He wanted to be a temporary backstop for the woman.

“She never believed my words if her mother had spoken.” Najma complained about what she had done to Bayu.

“And you are so stupid for choosing to hang out with such a man,” Inner Bayu.