The Pawned Marriage
A pebinor?
Zayn looked from the window of the room towards the garden. His mother was busy commanding the gardener to care for the flowers.
Valerie came and hugged her husband from behind with only a towel wrapped around her body. The two had just finished a heated battle on the bed.
“Jago also Nafisa's. Good, Mom so do not ngerepotin us.”
Zayn sighed.
“Val, can you make peace with Mom?”
“That started Mom. He did not approve of our marriage. Stroke is finally, so people do not ribet.”
Valerie's hands begin to play in her husband's sensitive area. The woman was reluctant if Zayn had mercy on Mary. A woman who never liked herself.
“Val, want more? Hmmm want some more? Beware of you yes,” said Zayn anxiously, ready to attack his wife.
Valerie was strangled as her body was lifted by Zayn towards the already messy bed.
From the direction of the garden, Maryam glanced at her son's room and sighed.
“If you had known, Zayn ..”
***
Almost three months since Nafisa took care of Zayn Malik's mother.
During that time a lot of progress happened to Maryam.
The middle-aged woman began to be able to walk using a cane. The talk has also returned smoothly.
Nafisa played an important role for the progress Maryam experienced
‘Do not love sagor’ is the principle held by Nafisa so that Maryam will follow the exercises. From physical exercise to speech training.
To train memory, Nafisa sometimes invites Maryam to play cards. So that more exciting Nafisa also invited Mbok Mi and Nasti, the household assistants in the main house.
Although initially grumbling but finally Maryam according.
Every professional therapist comes, Nafisa will accompany. Even learn physio therapy techniques to keep Maryam trained at a later time.
During his stay at Zayn Malik's house, Nafisa never met the man nor his wife. Making Nafisa inexhaustible can-can be children and daughter-in-law do not have time to meet Maryam even though they live in a yard.
Maryam and Nafisa's relationship is very close. Mary loved Nafisa, and vice versa.
Maryam and Nafisa often spend time in the kitchen to cook this. Although the end of the meal is ‘people behind’ because Zayn and Valerie only eat dishes from hotel catering.
Mbok Mi and Nasti joined and helped cook the cooking. Nafisa even taught both ways to make market snacks and birthday cakes.
Maryam has also known Reno and the children of Nafisa through a video call. His heart feels warm. To him, Nafisa and her family could comfort her lonely heart.
If there is a little troublesome Nafisa is Mikail. Somehow the man was more and more often around Maryam and Nafisa. Just checking this out. Sometimes investigating whether Nafisa is working properly.
An action that according to Nafisa wastes time because after all if she carelessly guard Maryam of course there will be no progress in three months.
From behind the veil, Nafisa often flicked her lips or slashed her tongue at Mikail if the man started to suck.
Like that afternoon, Mikail suddenly wanted to inspect the tidiness of the pavilion kitchen while Maryam was napping.
While waiting Mikail checked the cabinets and drawers for nothing. Nafisa chose to take a broom and mop and then clean the middle room of the pavilion.
“Nafisa, here a minute. Why is this steamer in the closet downstairs? Should be above.”
“Because Sepuh Mother likes steamed food so often used sir. If above the hassle back and forth to take.”
“Ngot neat,” he said with a tinge.
Nafisa frowned. Lazy to argue, he moved the steamer to the hanging cabinet.
“This too, why is the rice cooker not using a small one? Bude can't eat much. Mubazir waste rice.”
Still in a patient tone, Nafisa also replied, “Mother sepuh now her forehead can be quite a lot. It is in accordance with the dosage of nutritionists. Rice cooker in addition to cooking rice can also be used to make cakes. Sepuh's mother prefers the cake to be woven. I'm again cooking cake bolu seems to have just matured.”
Mikail opened the lid of the rice cooker. A seductive aroma poured out throughout the room.
“Ih cook yes your cake is better than the cake made by the hotel chef?” Nyinyir Mikail complete with one eyebrow raised and slanted lips harassing.
Nafisa just relaxes the shoulders and then goes back to continuing the cleaning activities.
“Nafisa! Not that I was given a cake to make some noise, why even do another.”
“Oh Father, want to ask for the cake.”
“Nyobain, Breath. Nyo-ba-in,” said Mikail asserted, prestige if he was actually drooling as soon as he saw the cake of the newly mature sponge.
“Please sit down if that is the case, sir. I make poci tea all you want?”
“Mau! Eh meaning make aja.”
“This ball is still steaming, good first,” said Nafisa looked up into the rice cooker.
“Oh is still a long time huh?” Mikail stared expectantly, while Nafisa tried hard to temper the urge to prank the fussy man in front of her.
“Bapak help the fans if so, while I snare water for the pot tea. Here's the fan.”
Nafisa placed the sponge on the serving plate and gave the fan ala satay to Mikail. Mikail obediently fanned the cake while holding her saliva from dripping.
Behind her face covered in a veil, Nafisa painstakingly held back a laugh.
A few minutes later Maryam came out of the room. Frowning saw his nephew fanning the cake with a face suffering from hunger restraint.
“Mika, what are you doing?”
“This so tanak said Nafisa should be dikipasin.”
Maryam looked at Nafisa who hurriedly served poci tea.
Maryam nodded and held back amusedly seeing her niece pusar staring at the cake that Nafisa was cutting.
“Sini, where for me.”
“Eh patiently. Make Bu Sepuh first. It also cut it should be neat.”
Nafisa cutting the cake tub working on the masterpiece. Slowly and with precision.
Maryam who was sitting next to Mikail laughed broadly at Nafisa's behavior. Nafisa is pranking Mikail.
“Bu Sepuh, cobain used to be good?”
With dramatized movement, Maryam tasted the cake until her eyes opened signifying peerless delicacy. Then the two chatted about the raw materials and how to cook.
Mikail was desperately waiting for her part.
“Nafisa, please.”
“Oh forgot anyone wants nyo-ba-in.” Nafisa secretly chuckled then cut the cake still with slow motion.
“Iiiish this person. Bude, look at the nurse is not becus.”
“Mikail, learn patience. It will be better with cake.”
“Iya because it's hungry.”
“Ni Sir, not the same class made by chef, but definitely delicious.”
Mikail directly stuffed a large piece into her mouth.
“Enak, for Christ's sake. What cake is this?”
Nafisa smiles then triggers, “Awas drag. Drink the poci tea, give sugar stone one because the bread is already sweet.”
Mikail followed Nafisa's words. Feel the pleasure of warm tea soaking the esophagus.
Like a starving man, again and again he devoured to the end of the cake.
“You haven't eaten yet? Want to nemenin bude have lunch?”
Mikail quickly nodded.
Nafisa then prepares the food that has been prepared beforehand. Simple but delicious dishes, oreg tempeh, chicken roasted hot, and vegetable asem.
“I don't like brown rice,” muttered Mikail with a wrinkled forehead.
“Eh cobain first, nasi red Nafisa different. Very cool.”
Sangsi, Mikail scooped up the side dishes and rice and then wide-eyed.
“Eh yes, Bude. Enaak!”
Maryam chuckles. “You don't eat for days.”
“I had lunch with Zayn at the Bude hotel. But it's more like a step. No sambel?” Mikail asked expectantly.
“Mother Sepuh is not sambal, but if you want me to make it in the kitchen of the main house. Want to sambel terasi or sambel matah?”
“Terrations, sambel terasi.” Mikail answered with enthusiasm.
“Bu, Nafisa briefly stay, yes,” said Nafisa while stepping out of the pavilion towards the kitchen in the main house.
Shortly after Nafisa left, while eating delicious home food, Maryam said in a soft tone to her nephew, “You like it Nafisa?”
Mikail.
“No, Iiih, he's busy. If you want Mika can get a model who is still a girl.”
Maryam patted her nephew's shoulder.
“Don't ya, Darling. Nafisa already has a family. If you want, you just help him to quickly go home.”
Mikail put down her fork spoon. His face looks pias.
“Mika, since your Father and Mother died, Bude who raised you. So Bude knows what you're doing. Bude never saw you blingsatan kayak gini other than Nafisa. But she had to go home after her husband's debt paid off.”
“Later Bude can not meet Nafisa dong.”
“Bude or you?”
Mikail did not answer but her eyes glared towards the door leading to the main house.
“Mika has never been this much like people, Bude. Wrong yes.” Finally the man confessed in a soft tone.
“Ya is clearly wrong. Don't be a pebinor. Destroying the household is the work of the devil,” answered Maryam softly.
“Aaaah, why should he, anyway?”
“Cinta is so. It came unexpected.”
Mikail paused for a moment, then said something softly.
“Bude. Actually the debt of her husband Nafisa has been paid off. Not just installments, but already paid off everything.”
“Loh, when?”
“From two weeks ago.”
“Kok not picked up his Nafisa?”
***
