The Pawned Marriage
Rigorous and Good-Natured
After about an hour of travel, the private plane arrived at a private airport outside Yogyakarta.
Two cars were waiting for them.
Nafisa walked behind Zayn, Mikail, and some assistants.
Zayn then boards a luxury car while Mikail has Nafisa ride in the back with the driver and some body guards.
“I met you at home. Wait in the garage until I come.”
Nafisa nodded.
They drove for about thirty minutes before arriving in front of a tall fence resembling a fortress.
Automatic open gate. Nafisa's eyes were increasingly widened to see the house behind the fence.
A very luxurious house with a modern design complete with a lotus pond in front of the carport and flower garden on the left right. The view is mountains.
The heat is not too cold, but quite comfortable and cool.
Nafisa did not see the car Zayn and Mikail were riding. He waited in the garage while the body guards entered through the service door.
A body guard came out with a glass of warm tea.
“Please drink, Mom. Soon Mr. Mikail will come,” sapanya friendly with thick Javanese accent.
“Matur nuwun, Pak.” Nafisa answered and was surprised by herself because it turned out that she could also answer with Javanese accent.
“Loh people Java?”
“Neither Sir. From childhood I was separated from my parents and could not remember the past. I grew up in Sumatra. It is also surprising to yourself how can be directly flexible his Javanese accent. Though having a friend of Javanese people just a little.”
The man laughed.
“Njih sampun's. Moga at home here. I'm Linggar, security. That was Kasno, as well as the security department. I used to take care of my mother. Poor thing for six months has had a stroke.”
“Ooo, continue no nurses?”
“Where to say. The old mother was a very good person, but since the stroke so changed. I've had many nurses who work but only stay at home a week two weeks.”
Nafisa nodded. While still a nurse, he treated several stroke patients. Drastic attitude changes in people affected by stroke more because depression can not accept the effects such as paralysis, difficulty speaking, and even eating.
One more body guard came out from inside. Then sit down with a fried banana that is still warm.
“Diicipin, Ma'am. Call me mbak, we will work together here. I'm Kasno.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Yes call, Mas lah. Kan I said we both work.”
“What's wrong, if I'd like to call Pak aja.”
“Sak karepmu wis. Anyway, sing at home. If the nurse Mother Sepuh asked to stop, surely after that war broke out. Mrs Val is Pak Zayn's wife. Wong she's a famous model. Later his nails are broken,” chirps Kasno half whispered.
Nafisa listened to Pak Kasno's words. Do not take bananas have not been used to eating with the face covered in a veil.
Kasno connect again, “Let's meet Mbok Mi, he's my wife, the person is nice but firm. Then there is Nasti, a bit jutek but good atine actually.”
“Home so big only two help?”
“Oh if to clean every morning comes cleaning service. Rich people, Ma'am. Catering from a five-star hotel. Anyway, my wife and Nasti are actually not too much work, just mengeladenin Mrs Val with Mr. Zayn aja.”
“Nyonya tuan no son?”
“Pak Zayn does not want to be called Sir. But Miss Val must be the mistress. They don't have children. If nguping anyway, Madam Val does not want her body stretch.”
“Padahatan if only rich people just go to the slimming clinic yes, sir,” chirps Nafisa, remember in postpartum her children she is busy looking for free workout tutorial videos.
Linggar and Kasno looked up and laughed.
“Wah mbaknya cool. Yo wis's. We have to go again. Eaten banana. Wait for Mr. Mikail here yes, do not go anywhere.”
“Njih, Sir.” Replied Nafisa who was astonished why she could flexibly answer in Javanese.
After the death of Lingga and Kasno, Nafisa floated a glance around the garage that might be as big as her home in Jakarta.
There are six cars. Three of them are sports cars, another luxury car that the brand Nafisa never saw. Two large motorcycles are parked.
There was no sign of Mikail, and Nafisa called Reno.
“Hai Bang,” say hello while opening the veil.
“Sayang. Are you nyampe?”
Nafisa almost held back a laugh seeing Reno being disheveled with food stains here and there. There was also the sound of Milo crying.
“Call Aurelie and Milo deh, Bang.”
The two children then appeared on the screen with tears in their eyes.
“Mama, Papa can't bribe adek. So the food was spilled. Because of my princess dress deh,” Aurelie with a grunt face.
“Augly sister. Milo wants to be with Mama!” Milo started crying loudly. Reno carried him in a panic.
Guilt is back. He is the cause of this chaos.
With a gentle gaze Nafisa said, “Abang, sit beside Aurelie for a while deh.”
After her husband sat in front of the screen with Aurelie, Nafisa muttered Shalawat Badr.
SalamullahAlla Toha Rasullilah'sShalattullah Sallamullah'sAlla Yasin Habibillah's
Tawassalna BibismillahWabil Hadi RasulillahWakulli MujahidillahBi Ahlil Badri Ya Allah
Nafisa continued to recite Shalawat Badr as usual to calm her children at home.
Before long Milo and Aurelie were cheerful again and joined the drumming.
After that Nafisa replaced with a more cheerful song and sung while dancing. A song from Aurelie and Milo's favorite movie.
Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin's'
Full time to floatin'
Under the sea
Aurelie and Milo immediately stepped in. So does Reno. For a moment the four of them forgot the sadness and chaos of life that was happening.
“Ehm ..” Sounded man's voice thumped making Nafisa instantly stop.
“Eh, Mr. Mikail. Sorry my kids were crying.”
Realizing that she was not making a face, Nafisa hastily turned her back to Mikail to say goodbye to her family.
“Sadly Mama, yes first. Mama has to work. Aurelie and Milo, you have to help Papa like if there's a Mama. We video call again later tonight ya.”
“OK Mom. We love you,” Aurelie and Milo reply while waving.
Reno stared at Nafisa wistfully before the video connection was cut off.
After storing the hape, Nafisa put up a veil and faced Mikail. The man looked at the woman in front of him with a stern look.
“Drama. That's why I don't want to marry.”
Nafisa just sniffed unwillingly to respond to the arrogant male.
Mikail said, “I want to introduce you to Bude Maryam. Oya so you know, I'm a cousin of Zayn. So Sepuh's mother is my Bude, okay?”
“Pahm. In shaa Allah.”
“Keep one more. You can be a businesswoman's wife but here you are a back man. Follow manners. Sitting should be on the floor unless told to in a chair.”
“In syaa Allah no problem.”
“You're here looking after Bude. From the business of eating, bathing, laundry, to the cleanliness of the pavilion is your work. Don't spoil. You are no longer a mistress. Remember the debt of the husband who has not been paid.”
“I am the wife of husband and mother of children. Never been a mistress. In shaa Allah all the work you mentioned I can handle.”
Ordinary doing all by yourself and living mediocre since at the parlor does not make Nafisa daunted.
Pioneering from zero to enough does not make Nafisa like a nut forget the skin.
Although Reno is not classified as a wealthy businessman but they have facilities that are comfortable to live.
Now Nafisa has to give up all the attributes of comfort and work as ‘people behind’ as Mikail mentioned.
“We'll see later. “Bude is not an easy person so yes. Then you can work wearing clothes and veil?”
“In shaa Allah can, Sir.”
“From earlier in shaa Allah. You're not sure?”
“In shaa Allah it means if Allah wills. Pronounced if we already intend to do it well.”
“Yes yes whatever. I don't care the same.”
“Sorry, you muslim?”
“Yep. I did not pray from small. No use.”
Mikail is then stunned, usually she does not want to talk about her to strangers.
“Already, already. Now I show you Bude's room,” said the tall, brown-haired man.
“Siap. But because you have spoken, I have to take it. Mandatory prayer, Sir.”
“Ck.” Decak Mikail with a riled face. Ready to take Nafisa.
Lazy if you have to fuss in the first few hours, Nafisa walked towards the service door.
“Lewat here right?”
“Heh sotoy! Is wrong! This way.”
Mikail looked at Nafisa who passed by herself while looking down.
Nafisa stepped towards the living room. It is equipped with an amazingly luxurious and modern interior. But beautiful with a touch of plants here and there.
“Do not tinah-tby.”
“Why, Sir?”
“Heh! You are still answering.”
“I just kok.”
Mikail stopped and looked at the astonished Nafisa.
“I try to be patient, yes. Get used to me or anyone else talking, don't bales. Diem. Know?”
Nafisa bites the lips behind the veil.
“Ngeri nope?”
“Nafisa.
“By the way! You mute?”
“Sorry, I was ordered by Diem. That's why I nodded. Why am I looking at home? Because if later I was told to continue straying how? Mending his small house. This is Gaban.”'s house
Nafisa tried to stem her frustration.
“It looks like I'll resign if you get three months here.”
Mikail looked at Nafisa with unsettled eyes.
“This is me aja or reply?”
“Gusti paringono patiently,” said Mikail massaged his chest and then continued his steps across the family room then out to the back garden to the pavilion that is not too big but looks slick.
“That's Bude's pavilion. You sleep on the back. Bathroom also use people's bathroom back.”
Mikail stopped her steps then glanced sharply at Nafisa.
Realizing that the man was waiting for an answer he then said, “Oh, must be answered. Ready.”
Mikail shook her head.
From the direction of the pavilion came the sound of goods falling.
“Mother! Why does it always bother?” Screeched the woman in a furious tone.
I heard something flashing again.
“Basic, parents are not useful!”
A very beautiful woman came out of the pavilion slamming the door.
As soon as he saw Mikail and Nafisa, he came closer.
With a threatening tone the woman exclaimed, “You! Be aware that you are out in less than three months. I told my husband to throw your family out on the street! Take care of that old woman!”
Stepping with her legs, Valerie Malik walked into the main hall. Still yelling mockery at her in-laws.
Shock with the behavior of the hostess, Nafisa continues the step towards the pavilion with Mikail.
Slowly Mikail knocked on the pavilion door.
“This Mikail deliver the nurse who will take care of Bude.”
There was no answer, Mikail opened the door. His face crept.
Nafisa also looked in.
Very unpleasant situation. Food was spilling everywhere. Plates and glasses from cans lay on the floor. The curtain is still closed. Not to mention the unpleasant smell that filled the entire room.
“Bismillaah,” Inner Breath.
Mikail was about to step inside while covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
“Sorry, Sir. Me only.”
“But ..”
“Bismillaah. I will keep the trust to take care of Sepuh.”
Nafisa closed the door slowly then opened the veil.
“Assalamualaykum Ma'am Maryam. I'm Nafisa. Please permission to take care and care of Mom,” the sap is soft.
For some reason, Nafisa's heart was filled with a warm feeling as soon as she saw an old woman with tangled hair sitting on a wheelchair.
Maryam looked straight at Nafisa with a suspicious look.
“I Nafisa, Mom. Let me kiss Mom's hand,” repeat Nafisa again because usually stroke patients have problems with memory.
Slowly Nafisa walked up to Maryam.
“Can I kiss hands?”
Tears flowed from the corner of Maryam's eyes. An almost imperceptible plan, Maryam nodded her head.
Nafisa also grabbed a wrinkled hand and put her forehead on a sign of respect.
“Mother do not cry. There was Nafisa who took care of.”
Still doubtful, but Nafisa rubbed the cheek of Mother Sepuh with the back of her finger.
“Nafisa can open the curtains?”
“Eennggaak.”
“Oh yes already. Then can Nafisa finish the food?”
Maryam did not answer, but Nafisa decreed it may.
“Nafisa all taro stuff in the back room and then bring cleaning tools. Mommy Sepuh wait a minute.”
The pavilion, though dark and messy, was comfortable. There is a living and dining room, a terrace overlooking the flower garden and a pond. Then the pantry is neat and complete.
Nafisa headed to the back, found her room and put down the suitcase.
After that he took a broom and mop then swiftly cleaned the food and drinks scattered.
“Alhamdulillah is neat. Now I take a bath. Where's Mom's room?”
Maryam did not reply but glanced towards the door on her left.
Nafisa pushed the wheelchair and entered.
Maryam's room is very comfortable if bright and neat. The big window was covered in thick curtains.
On one of the walls is a photo of Maryam with her husband and Zayn when she was young.
Nafisa pushed Maryam towards the bathroom. His heart sliced at the area that was dirty and messy.
Nafisa also immediately tidied up and then the spring brought a basin and a rag for Maryam.
“Bu Sepuh, this is no warm water and washcloth. Permission to clean face and hands Mother.”
Maryam's hand suddenly brushed off the basin until the water spilled over Nafisa's clothes.
“Oh don't want it, Mom. Sorry, Nafisa did not know,” answered gently although honestly surprised by Maryam's reaction.
“Mother is now comfortable with what?”
Maryam again did not make a sound, but her eyes turned towards the photo.
“Oh want to see photos. That's Mr huh Bu?”
Highlight Maryam's eyes that initially seemed riled up now suddenly warmed up.
“Kangen, nih?” Seloroh Nafisa's. He had found out about Zayn Malik's family on the internet.
Abdullah Malik died eight years ago and bequeathed the entire business empire to his only son.
Before the stroke, Maryam Malik was a very beautiful mother. Instead of living like a socialite, Maryam chose to be active in many foundations to help those in need.
Zayn Malik married Valerie Sasongko, who later changed his surname to Malik.
Valerie is a top model who is now a host for one of the talented model search shows. Nafisa often sees Val on television and social media.
In contrast to Zayn who rarely and almost never appeared in the media.
Nafisa looked around when she felt her hands being touched.
“Mmmmaaandiiiii.”
“Waaah, ready! Nafisa is ready for everything. Would you like to wait here for a minute?”
“Iiiiiikuuut.”
“Asik. Show Nafisa where to store clothes.”
The cheerful voice of Nafisa made Mary suddenly full. Somehow she felt Nafisa was different from the other nurses.
Maryam pointed with a direction of view. Gesit, Nafisa then takes the clothes and all the supplies for Maryam.
Before long, after taking a bath, Maryam's face was fresh, her hair neatly combed as usual, her clothes were neat and fragrant.
Actually neither the nurses nor Val would care, but they treated Maryam harshly and willingly. That's why Maryam always fusses.
Highlight the sincere eyes of Nafisa and her gentle demeanor instantly melted Maryam's heart.
For the first time since she was discharged from the hospital three months ago, Maryam has had the spirit of having a difficult day.
The stroke left half of his body paralyzed and unable to speak. Her once beautiful face is now unkempt.
“Waaah, already beautiful. Want to look in the mirror?”
Maryam nodded. Nafisa directs the wheelchair to the dressing table.
“Dark, Breath open curtain. In a moment, the important thing is that you can see the reflection in the mirror.”
Mary nodded again. The curtains opened and a stunning view was seen. Garden flowers of various colors and types, ponds, and swings arranged beautifully in the garden. Rows of green mountains become a beautiful background.
“Maa shaa Allah the view.”
Nafisa then turned towards Maryam.
“Nah gini is beautiful and graceful to look. Here come see.”
Maryam stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror. Indeed, he was very disliked his appearance which was much different from before the stroke approached.
“Nii, Nafisa add in moisturizer. Mother's skin is basically good, just add in moisturizer. Glowing deh.”
I don't want Mary to smile.
“Smiles, Mom smiles .. Really beautiful. Moisturizing love permit on face, hands, and feet yes.”
Nafisa takes lotion. Stuck with the brand Maryam wears. The products he knew from Medsos cost millions.
Gently she rubs the moisturizer for the face and chooses a moisturizer for the hands and feet.
In the legs, Nafisa massaged slowly. He used to study physiotherapy. Routine stimulation will be able to turn on nerves that are disturbed due to stroke.
“Beres. Laper's mom, right? What do you want?”
Once again Nafisa was stunned for saying a word in Javanese that had never been heard before.
“Piiiissaaa ng.”
“Sip! Later Nafisa looking in the kitchen. We're out yuk. I show Nafisa her places.”
Maryam nodded.
On the table was a fried banana. Nafisa's forehead wrinkled. Stroke patients should have a fried diet. Then he looked into the refrigerator and found a banana.
“Bu, do I want to do a banana kepok? Good for digestion. If digestion is healthy, in shaa Allah the others gradually recover.”
Maryam gave a movable hand. Nafisa then busy in the kitchen looking for cooking utensils.
Before long, the steamed banana was served. He put it on a regular plate and not a tin plate.
“Bu, his right hand can move, right? Try eating by yourself. Nafisa has been cut into pieces just hap aja. While I eat, Nafisa berberes home. The curtain permit is opened yes, the view of the house of Ibu Sepuh is very good.”
Maryam did not answer but her right hand immediately took a fork and stuck it into a banana. He slowly ate the banana while watching Nafisa who was cleaning the pavilion.
On the sidelines of cleaning the pavilion, Nafisa checked Maryam's condition which looked fresher and began to get excited.
Now the pavilion looks much more decent and fun. Nafisa opened the windows. Let the fresh air in.
Seeing that Maryam had eaten a steamed banana, Nafisa stopped working and sat on the floor, as Mikail had ordered.
Mary shook her head and pointed at the chair.
“Duuud. With uurs.”
“Bby, Mom? Said Mr. Mikail should sit down.”
“Mmiika ng a co.”
Nafisa chuckled then replied, “Labil is also like, yes, Bu.”
Maryam smiled slanted because part of her face was still difficult to move.
“Bu, many smiles. That's facial therapy. Continue gini, aaaa, iiiii, uuuuu.”
Obediently, Maryam followed Nafisa. They then coolly practice not only the face but also slowly practice stimulating paralyzed hands and feet.
From inside the main house Mikail quietly waited for the usual furore in her Budenya pavilion if there were new nurses.
He was surprised to see the curtains and the whole window was wide open. At a glance he saw Budenya and Nafisa were sitting opposite. Maryam practiced moving the limbs.
He could not see Nafisa clearly because he deliberately chose a seat against the window.
The man stuck out his neck in disbelief at his sight. Budenya who is usually fierce is now occasionally seen trying to smile.
“Thank God, hopefully her husband's debt does not pay off,” muttered Mikail as she passed to Zayn's workspace.
***
The night after Maryam went to sleep, Nafisa cleaned up, prayed Isha and called her husband.
It was too late, knowing that Aurelie and Milo must have fallen asleep.
“Hai Darling. How are you doing?” Say hello to Reno as soon as the phone is connected.
“Faith, Bang. How are you and the kids?”
“Abang still feels very guilty. If the kids are adjusting. Milo was hard to break because of your name. I have read the story of Prophet Sulayman remains cry.”
“Aaaw, my baby's kasian. How do you finally do, Bang?”
“Finally overslept on her own. Beautiful Brother, makasi yes all this time has been amazing to take care of children. Brother don't care for your child, cook, take orders. Night still serves you. It's only been a few hours Brother's been crushed.”
Nafisa smiled sweetly in Reno's eyes.
“Sama-sama Brother. Thanks also for being a husband and father to me and the children,” he replied gently staring at Reno full of love.
“Suami suck! It's a punishment for me for having meng ..” Reno almost lost exposing his betrayal.
“Meng .. what Bang really not dilujutin?” Nafisa asked with raised eyebrows.
“Meng ... invested company funds into the wrong place.”
“Qadarullah, Bang. Hopefully Uni Dela will continue to help so it can be liquid.”
Reno did not answer. He was very disappointed in Dela who lately difficult to contact, even though Reno did not care if hit by a big penalty. He just wants his wife not to be a long pawn for his debt.
Reluctant to think for a long time about his former bed slave, Reno smiled at his wife and asked, “Cantik, was busy, yes?”
“Lumayan, but alhamdulillah all facilitated. Miss Maryam turned out well. Hopefully both continue and the important quickly recover.”
“Pak Zayn is good with you?”
“Belom meet right at home. Maryam did not want to leave the pavilion. Oiya, here I live in the pavilion of Sepuh Mother. If Mr. Zayn and Mrs Val are in the main house. I met Mbok Mi and Mbak Nasti who helped at home. There was also Mr. Linggar and Mr. Karno. Then there were some drivers I forgot his name. They rarely enter.
Reno's heart was pinched realizing that there his wife was nothing more than a worker who had to serve her employer.
“Abang, Mr. Zayn's house is very good. His garage is our house. Tomorrow I want to ajakin Bu Sepuh the road around the park. Moga to.”
Reno observes Nafisa who still looks neat and fresh that night. Though it was late.
“Beauty, are you tired? Want bobok?”
“Nungguin Brother sleepy, I just took a break. I miss Brother and the kids.”
“Darling, don't get bored sorry Brother ya. Brother niesel.”
“Make learning, the important thing is that we are strong and remain kind. In shaa Allah will be facilitated all.”
Reno's heart was filled. How foolish he was to submit to lust and betray his wife as well as Lafisa.
“Abang bengong, hell,” said Nafisa while chuckling. Her pretty face is adorable. Reno wanted to be next to his wife to hug. Said everything was gonna be okay.
“You are beautiful.”
“Abang, fitting I do not exist, do not macem-macem loh. Watch out!”
Reno chuckles. The stick is already round to restore everything as it used to be. No more betrayals.
Nafisa looked seriously.
“Remember, Brother has a big responsibility which is me and the kids.”
“Ready, Beautiful. In shaa Allah.”
“Hopefully we can all get through this, yes, Bang.”
“Hopefully before three months we can already get together again. Pray for each other, dear.”
Nafisa wants to cry but she has to be strong in front of her husband.
“In the Lord. We should hopefully first. Kiss for kids.”
Reno shines a camera at her sleeping children in the main room.
“Abang bitein aja their ass abis this. Gemes his behavior is strange.”
“Awas Loh, Bang. If they wake up they can't sleep anymore.”
“Crigorous,” reply Reno while chuckling.
“Good sleep Brother, tomorrow phone, yes.”
After disconnecting the phone, Nafisa took water ablution and then running the evening prayer.
Weeping with tears streaming down the cheeks, “Yes Allah, take care of the servant family. Watch servant. Strengthen us through the scenarios you've set. Aamiin.”
***
