The Pawned Marriage

Rejects Weak

Pov Nafisa's

I stared at the divorce deed that Mikail had just sent. The rectangular object that states that my marriage relationship with Reno Barlian officially ended religiously and state.

If I read in the novels, the male character who cheated on me will regret after parting with his first wife, but it does not seem so with Reno. Not once did he say an apology from his lips.

In the novel also the cheating couple will reap what they sow, but the Reno and Dela couples are even more prosperous.

Dela's gestational age has entered four months. They held a lavish and festive gender guessing event.

I recognized the faces of my neighbors and the employees who worked in Reno's office. Laughing happily with my ex-husband, wife, and children.

It seems like the universe really supports the union of Reno and Dela.

At every visit, Milo always tells about his sister-to-be. They even have a baby room ready.

Aurelie has less understanding. Every time we meet he prefers to indulge with me. My daughter did not dare to ask about my relationship with her father, but she must have felt.

Now my children have their own nannies. I am grateful that they are kind and do not take sides with anyone. I actually disagree with this arrangement, but my two children are still under the custody of father and mother.

My ex-husband never once drove or picked up the kids when he visited me. Just the driver and the nannies.

Now I live in a small house that I bought from the proceeds of the indemnity house.

Yes, the house that Reno and Dela occupied is in my name. Mikail helped me to get the rights to the house. Because Aurelie and Milo did not want to move, Reno gave half the price of the house.

My little house is located in the back compound not far from Maryam's mother's house. The one who asked me to think of her as a mother. He always encouraged and encouraged me to rise up to get custody of the children.

I think my house is as comfortable as possible. I dare not spend much money. Almost all the furniture I bought from online stores that sell used goods.

I just need to find a carpenter to polish here and there or replace the seats of sofas with bright materials.

I installed a light brown wooden floor, a little striped because I bought the remains of stock on the discount rack. Thankful my art soul can be relied upon so that the arrangement of mediocre materials can even be aesthetic.

I ventured to paint the rooms myself. When I moved to the old house, I also painted some rooms, creative as I saw in the channels medsos.

Only the front was painted by the craftsman that Miss Maryam sent. I made it all white. Later I will plant medicinal plants such as ginger, turmeric, lemongrass on the edges of my small yard, then some ornamental plants will be piled up on the terrace.

The living room and dining room are creamy. The carpets were free from foreigners who were about to return home. Very useful information from social media today.

My bedroom is green sage, a trending color. For the children's room, I wear a light blue and yellow alloy with a little mural in some parts.

In the small backyard of the house, I put up a slide and a small swing. I also made a play area because my youngest child was very imaginative with his toys.

I want my children to be comfortable in this house even though the size is not as big as their home.

A full month I worked. Every progress I make is made on social media. I never thought there were so many interested. In the blink of a post, hundreds if not thousands of likes I get.

The offer of cooperation came one by one. I feel challenged to create interesting content about home styling.

Over time, I started making money from social media. Some of the home supplies I also got from the results of barter endors.

I was endlessly thankful. Although my heart was broken to pieces, even though my marriage was mortgaged, and my position was removed, many conveniences came after.

After finishing the house business, I took care to start a business.

Miss Maryam who has felt my handiwork has not hesitated to participate in modeling. I refused again. Not arrogant, but I want to prove my trade is accepted first by the market.

He's been very good. Reluctant if it turns out my efforts failed and harmed the figure who has supported me.

I started the business by sending dry cakes as a sign of introduction to the neighboring mothers. Again, Allah is Good to me. After that many orders of dry cakes came.

I joined Arisan and Taklim. There my market snack is always ludes. Over time I was preoccupied with orders both individually and for parties.

Miss Maryam asked me to take cooking school. He is ready to finance. But after I counted, I decided to take a course to make dessert and various regional rice.

Six months after my divorce with Reno, I opened my first shop. There I sold cookies and desserts. In addition, I also opened an order of various regional specialties of rice, birthday cakes, as well as market snacks.

Thank God I have been successful. Within three months, I had already opened a second shop.

It gets even happier when Aurelie and Milo often come to the store. They are eager to serve customers. As a result my customers fell in love with them with all the cuteness and silliness of the leak.

It turned out that Reno's ridicule of saying I had no income strengthened my resolve to prove that with God's will and indomitable will, I could rise.

Nafisa Salsabila will take custody of Aurelie and Milo from two humans who have been so cruel to destroy my marriage.

\~End Pov\~

***

From a cafe across from Nafisa's tavern, a man sipped his coffee.

His eyes were fixed on the woman with a light blue robe with a matching veil and veil while pacing around carrying pastries and desserts to the sales shelf.

Repeatedly the man rubbed his face roughly. Finally he finished his coffee and left.

***

At his shop, Nafisa is busy preparing everything before opening hours.

That morning they will receive some students from kindergarten to decorate the cupcake.

There was still half an hour before they came. Nafisa gathers staff including Mbok Mi and Lasti who now often help in the store.

After all the staff sat around the large table in the front area, Nafisa opened the morning briefing.

Just a few words said he was stunned to see the man who got out of the car and entered again.

Noticing, Nafisa continued to give directions to the staff before being stunned again to see the man repeat the same activity. So it goes up to five times.

The staff finally watched.

“Ditelepon aja time, Mom, than he clamp the car door later we also have to nolongin,” said Lasti with a frown to pay attention to the man who decided to enter again in the car.

Nafisa chuckles then calls, “Assalamualaykum Mr Mikail, so want in the car or go to the store?”

“Waalaykumussalam, clay?” Ask with a forced tone remains authoritative.

“All also see. Come on in, sir. I made tea poci.”

“That kayak first in Yogya?”

“In shaa Allah,” said Nafisa with a smile.

When all saw Mikail walking closer to the store, compact they said, “Finally.”

“Eh has disbanded, he likes complicated if many people,” Nafisa's word.

“Ready! Bismillaah today ludes regular kayaks and many pesenan. Aamiin!” Simultaneously they all exclaimed before dispersing themselves to their respective jobs.

Simultaneously a man with a half-god face entered the tavern.

“Mana Nafisa?” His reprimand was unceremoniously towards one of the staff.

“After, Sir. Again make tea poci,” replied the staff was polite. Mikail is not a random person.

Mikail looked around. Likes how Nafisa sets up her shop. White furniture combined with light brown wood and ethnic ornaments.

The smell of freshly cooked pastries is appetizing.

The kitchen door opens. Nafisa came out carrying poci tea and cups and pieces of fruit cake are still warm.

“Mumpung is still anget, sir. Monggo try.”

Like a child, Mikail directly devoured the cake and sipped the tea poci alternately.

Nafisa does not accompany, as a woman who bears the status of a widow, she should be more at a distance from men.

“Sit here,” Mikail said as she devoured a large piece of fruit cake.

“I have to prepare the material to decorate the cupcake first, sir. Fetched, yes.”

Mikail silently watched Nafisa. The more days the woman caught his attention. Even when she has to escort Zayn out of the country, Mika often finds out about Nafisa through Maryam.

“Nafisa, do you want to speed up the filing of custody?” Mikail's attempt to get Nafisa to sit down with him.

As expected, Nafisa stopped her activities then approached and sat down before her.

“If I used to be defeated because of finances, it seems like the current condition is more stable. I already have a steady income from two stores.”

“Mmm you're great.”

“Wuidih, tumben muji.”

Mikail who was also shocked by herself over her words vehemently covered up by sipping a pot tea.

“Later I'll file. Be prepared there will usually be a hard fight.”

Nafisa looked out of the shop.

“Absolutely I didn't expect to be fighting over custody with her father's children. I used to think our household was okay. Turns ..”

Mikail stared at Nafisa who was still looking at the people and then passed by outside the shop.

“You ... You still love him?”

“Maybe more on rudimentary sincerity. The ego that is disturbed by betrayal. Beyond that I have not thought to return to him, if there is a chance.”

“No want to try opening hearts for others?”

Nafisa.

“Who would want to be the widow of two children? Prince Frog?”

Mikail rubbed her face rough. If asked, he wanted to be in a relationship with Nafisa, but it was like there was a dividing wall between the two of them.

Nafisa continued, “Pak, in my heart and head now there are only children. I have no energy to open my heart. Maybe no one wants to be with me.”

“You don't want to open a veil? Like a celebrity action that is in trouble with her husband?”

“Masing each has considerations. For me, because now living alone, let alone having no family, behind the veil I feel safe. I also have to be introspective if dating or relating to men.”

Mikail nodded. In everyday life, as a handsome and successful man, many women are willing to throw themselves at him.

Despite having the opportunity to become a playboy, changing partners, but Mika is not interested. There were even rumors that he was not a womanizer.

For matters of romance and even more the future, Mikail including rare creatures with colot thought. Although he did not practice religion well, Mikail did not want to commit adultery before marriage.

One for forever. And he hopes Nafisa is one for good.

“Pak, it was time to help with divorce affairs, Bu Sepuh did not allow me to pay.”

“That time you will not be able to. Not necessarily now,” ledek Mikail.

“Emang anyway, it could be that I went bankrupt to pay Mr.,” reply Nafisa while contemplating.

“Udah not to think about. I'll help you. The important thing is that I can eat your cake for free just like drinking poci.” tea

Behind the veil, Nafisa smiled.

“In shaa Allah, ready. Uh that's the kids who want to decorate the cupcake already come. Want to help me become a host?”

Mikail shook her head, finished the cake and tea and said goodbye. Before entering the car he turned his head towards Nafisa who was already busy welcoming the small guests.

“Patience, Mik. He needs time,” Mikail murmured to herself.

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