Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Najma Aksyaira Gustiawan's

"Bund's morning!", greet a girl who is almost eighteen years old to her mother.

"By the morning too, dear." A real woman is still worthy of being the sister or aunt of the girl.

"Bund, it's Najma's birthday. You don't want what gift do I want?", asked Najma.

"You're an adult baby, what's the mother doing?", asked the mother, Anisa.

"Hem...ok..so I can't ask for a present?", Najma blurted her lips.

"Hehehe you're rich little boy anyway. Here's my hug. You are an adult you know, when Mother Segede you are already married to your father." Anisa hugged while rubbing the top of Najma's head.

"So, you mean my mother should also marry your rich young mother?", Najma pretended to glare.

"Depends on the situation." Anisa answered briefly.

"Ah..bunda.".", Najma hugged her stepmother.

Anisa, 32, became the stepmother of a 17-year-old girl. Their age is not too far away, is it?

At that time, Anisa was still the same age as Najma. Working at the cake shop of Bu Aisyah, the biological mother of Najma.Unfortunately, when Najma turned three years old, Aisyah died. But before he died he ordered that Gustiawan mas married Anisa. Mas Gusti had refused, because he had no feelings for Anisa but also the age of Anisa who was very young at that time. With all consideration, Gusti finally married Anisa. Gusti only considers Anisa as a little girl who is willing to take care of Najma. He never gave an inner living like a husband in general. Gusti loved Aisha too much.Until one day, Gusti gave a will to Anisa. All the assets and businesses they fought for, became the rights of Anisa and Najma later after he grew up.

Apparently, the will was really the last will.Gusti followed his loved ones, Aisha.

Yes, Anisa became the youngest stepmother possible.At the age of seventeen she has been caring for a three-year-old toddler and running the business of her late husband. Because of the sovereignty and cleverness of Anisa, the cake shop that he runs advanced rapidly to this day. To him, Najma is everything. Najma has become a part of his life. Although Najma was not born from her womb, their affection is beyond doubt.

"Bund... get married!", asked Najma as she looked at her mother.

"What the hell are you anyway!", Anisa releases a hug from her girl.

"Mother, mother is young. I'm an adult too, I can take care of myself. It's time to make yourself happy. Don't keep thinking about Najma Bun!", cried Najma.

"Yes, I'll have to kid."

"Azka has no intention to propose?", asked Najma in full investigation.

"Hem? Actually, son, but. There to go to school. Preparation for the math olympics, right?Mother's son must be the champion!", Anisa switched the conversation.

"Mother is always so every time Najma talks about marriage."

"Udah there. Be careful about going. His supplies are ready right in the bag yes.Inget, your body is small your motorcycle big.Don't speed it up huh?!Mother likes to worry."

"Please calm down, Najma be careful. Bye mother... assalamualaikum!".

"Getishalam."

Anisa returned to tidying her dinner table. He staggered until he fell on the dining room chair.This morning, for the umpteenth time he was nosebleed. He realized, it's time soon. But, he did not want to make his beloved daughter feel anxious about her health.

"Lho, Ma'am..mom another nosebleed?", aunt approached Anisa.

"Yes bik, it's okay. It will also heal itself. Bibik please make hot tea."

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked the aunt.

"Yes bik. Oh, yes please don't say anything to Najma I don't want her to worry about my health."

The bewildered aunt simply nodded at the orders of this good master.

"Here's the tea ma'am!", aunt handed over the hot tea.

"Still bik. The aunt can continue the work of the other aunt. I'll be ahead soon too. Like his patrons cake's been on come."

"Yes mom. Excuse me to the kitchen first, ma'am."

Anisa sipped her tea slowly. After that he headed to the front, the cake shop left by Najma's parents.

When he got there, Azka was waiting at a special table for customers who would eat on the spot. Yes, this cake shop also provides a place for customers who want breakfast or just coffee.

"Mas, since when?", asked Anisa approaching Azka.

"Yeah mas. But it's okay."

"Are you sure that Laila diagnosed you with anemia?", Azka asked again.

Truth be told, it's not because of anemia. However, this blood cancer is already severe. It's too late to deal with.How is it possible to be honest with Azka let alone Najma?

"Yes, now we go to Laila!", take Azka.

"No need, you have to teach. Later if indeed I feel really bad just to meet Laila. I promise."

"But I'm worried to see you like this."

"There's nothing you need to worry about from me. I'm doing fine. Already there depart.Then if it is too late, it could-can in katain not provide a good example for the students."

"Yes yes, I'm leaving. If you need any help, call me.Yes, I'm on my way. Assalamualaikum!".

"Getishalam."

Najmas

I am Najma, the girl with the standard height of the beloved country of Indonesia. Although my body is not too high even tend to be short.but I like to ride a motorcycle Ni\*ja giving mother. Not a gift, exactly 'forcing' mom to buy it for me.

Mother Anisa, she always understood me. Never limit anything as long as it's positive. Good norms, morals, even almost everything she could teach me. Unfortunately..I am still me.Although the mother successfully made me accustomed to my hijab since childhood, but the soul of the young man who wants a lot to try to stay close to me.

This big bike, is the result of nodong mother when I was seventeen years old.And mother.do not refuse him to make me, stepson is always happy.

"Woi.... Najma, I've been waiting for Mr. Samsir in the teacher's room" said a friend of mine.

"Yes, I went there!", I parked my motorcycle and rushed to the teacher's room.

"For Sam sir, my real father?", greet me and ask him.

"Yes, tomorrow leaves at about eight. So, before eight o'clock you should already be here.Don't be late ya.This is the grid that you have to learn."

"Ready sir."

Azka

What does Anisa really hurt? It can't be just anemia. Laila must have kept something from me.

I've been in a relationship with Anisa for three years. My parents and I have never questioned his status. But every time he's spoken to about marriage he's always saying he's not ready.

It used to be reasoned, Najma was still a child he was afraid he could not give full affection for Najma. Now, Najma is an adult Anisa still remains with her stance. Why is anisa?

The road to the school where I taught was so stuck. Though , this is my last day teaching at SMA pelita bangsa. Tomorrow, I'm going to teach at Bhakti High School. Where Najma studied, even though he had known each other for a long time, I was not close to him. I don't know because of what. In fact, if I marry Nisa she will automatically be my son too.

See what our future will be like.