The Pawned Marriage
I'm not gonna let it
Nafisa shop is always busy with both customers and the jolang babang who take orders.
Like that afternoon, Nafisa was busy discussing with customers who wanted to make a birthday celebration for her mother. Nafisa and the female customer designed the shape of the cake decoration according to the hobby of the Mother.
Raised without parents, Nafisa feels moved by the efforts of her young customers to please the woman who gave birth to her.
The atmosphere of the shop is quite crowded. Customers who buy directly are usually women, while the bulges sit comfortably in a place that has been prepared to wait for orders. Not to forget Nafisa prepared sweet iced tea for them. Gratis.
Suddenly the shop door opened violently.
“Nafisa! What the fuck are you? Why demand custody now. We're doing fine. Your order to meet the children according to the court order has been fulfilled. Why would you change all that? Basic EGOIS!”
Reno snapped at Nafisa, her face red withstanding anger.
Stunned, Nafisa is not ready to face a surprise attack from her ex-husband.
“Ren, we can talk at the office.”
“Tak! Cancel request! There are still a few months left, why should it be now?” Reno's voice was still filled with emotion, her chest rising up and down.
As Nafisa recalled, her ex-husband had never been this hotheaded.
“Why? Because the kids are toddlers. Everyone also knew they needed to be with their birth mother,” replied Nafisa finally, offended by the words Reno was not willing to talk about this well.
Despite the emotions, Nafisa still can calm down.
“Dela loves children as much as her own.”
A customer suddenly interrupted.
“Pak, nothing can replace the position of the biological mother. I am a mother who loves children very much. But still the love of biological mothers is irreplaceable.”
“Bu, please do not interfere,” break up Reno growled.
Other customers are emotional.
“Pak, you who come-come-mosquito, disrupt our time to relax before busy taking care of the child. Ma'am Nafisa it's good you didn't talk in his office. Very arrogant, anyway?”
Now I hear from customers. “Huuuu ..”
Nafisa stood up to apologize.
“I apologize for the inconvenience of all.”
“Nafisa, I request cancel!” Snap Reno again.
“No will! Please go. You are not welcome here.” Banish Nafisa firmly.
Several male employees came out of the kitchen to secure the situation.
Reno kicked down the counter before leaving.
Nafisa looked at the back of the man who once filled her days with happiness then incised a deep wound.
His gaze was sad, repeatedly he sighed.
“Sabar, Mbak,” says young customer in front of him.
“In shaa Allah, thank you.”
Nafisa looked for the figure of Lasti, then said, “Mbak, please give a cupcake to all who are here including the gaping ojol as my apology.”
“Siap, Bu,” says Fasti who directly prepares cupcakes assisted by other staff.
Reno's arrival while angry up to Maryam's ears. The woman came straight to the tavern from social activities at the orphanage alongside the senior socialites of the capital.
“Sayang ..” Call Maryam as soon as you meet Nafisa.
“Mother,” said Nafisa was about to kiss takzim. Instead Maryam immediately embraced Nafisa.
After breaking her embrace, Maryam headed to a small dining table placed in the kitchen area of the tavern. Nafisa.
Mbok Mi immediately prepared drinks and pieces of cake.
“Sabar, yes. Reno's behavior is already real-life outside nurul.”
“Nurul?” Nafisa's eyebrows shot up high.
“Because reason has passed. Did you tell Mr. Lingga the bodyguard to beat him up? You will not be caught.”
“Eh no, Mother. Later if it is carried to Nafisa how.”
“What does Zayn tell us to make him bankrupt?”
“Udah, Mom. We fight in court.”
Before long Mikail appeared with an anxious face. He sat down and poured some poci tea.
“Can not the phone be lifted. I called you from earlier as soon as I heard Reno dateng,” Mikail said with annoyance to Nafisa.
“Not come from earlier,” ketus Maryam before Nafisa had time to answer.
Mikail replied in a non-accepting tone.
“Bude's son Si Belegug, really bring. Not to mention his wife.”
“For Mr. Mikail strange, why not work alone for a lawyer's office. Directly many clients. Want to be an assistant,” said Nafisa in a joking tone.
The kitchen door opens. A large tall handsome man with sharp eyes, brownish hair and beard walked in.
“Indeed why would Mikail be my assistant, Nafisa?” His voice was deep and cold.
“Eh Mr. Zayn, sorry,” said Nafisa did not dare to stare.
“Zayn already, Nafisa only showed support to Mikail,” persuaded Maryam who knew her son was upset.
“You've made my mother keep getting into your trouble. Don't interfere in my working relationship with Mikail. Understand?”
Zayn then looked at his mother.
He softly said, “Bu, please, don't get involved any more. He's not our brother either, is he? Don't-don't Mom just be used.”
Nafisa.
“Pak, with all due respect. Please pull out my words. I woke up without help from Sepuh.”
“You think I don't know?” Zayn's voice sounded sniffling.
Mikail who was more familiar with the character of Breath tried to refrain from laughing. Not with his cousin. Zayn is getting fiery.
“Bu, Zayn doesn't want to see Mom close to this guy anymore. Mommy wants to return the favor because he has helped the recovery? Zayn pay. Howmany? One billion, two billion, three billion?”
“Fifty billion!” Reply Nafisa loudly.
“How dare you cherish the healing of my mother fifty billion.”
Now Zayn's face is red. The kitchen is getting tense. The staff no one dared to speak out.
“Mending where? I just give you the price of three billion at the highest.”
“Bigger! Mikail, don't help him anymore!” Zayn could no longer hold back.
“Fine, Mr Mikail, don't help me anymore!” Sahut Nafisa no less stubborn.
“Cannot. I still want to help Nafisa!” Mikail's law that does not accept is set left right.
Maryam held the arm of her son who was still staring at Nafisa with wrath.
“Zayn, sit. Calm yourself. Nafisa please make some tea. Come on, another job. Many customers in front,” said Maryam while telling her son to sit down.
Zayn kept staring at the veiled woman who was making tea for him.
Soon Nafisa returned to bring tea and cake.
“Pak Zayn, I'm sorry for making such a silly joke. Allah will never happen again. Regarding my use of Sepuh Mother, that is not true at all. I beg you not to accuse me. I respect Mrs Sepuh, Mrs, and Mr Mikail. By Allah, I will not exceed the limits in maintaining a relationship that has been established. Please enjoy tea and cake, I am ahead first.”
Nafisa nodded towards the three people in front of her then left accompanied by the staff who were reluctant to be in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Zayn snorted.
“I'm sorry about that, you weird girl. Be careful Mom, it could be her ..”
Zayn did not continue his words so spooning the piece of cake into the mouth.
He then scoops again and again until the plate is slippery.
“Now you know why Nafisa can stand alone? The cake is so good. Smell in the mouth, legit but not sweetness and there is always the sensation of surprise taste in the end.”
Because there was still some resentment, Zayn did not agree with his mother. Although his taste buds thrashed and wanted to eat more cranberry chocolate cake made by Nafisa.
Next to him Mikail scooped slowly, enjoying every mouthful. Occasionally sipped tea and sugar cubes in front of him.
“Yes geez. You like her, don’t you?” Zayn glared at his indifferent cousin and continued to enjoy the cake Nafisa had made.
Mikail lazily answered Zayn which can be very annoying if his emotions are disturbed.
“Mik. You like her, don’t you?” Zayn's birthday is now holding Mikailz's shoulder
“If yes why?”
“Search others. I don't like.”
“Gue doesn't like Valerie either, you're still married to her. I and Bude even ..”
Maryam cut off Mikaila's words.
“Already. Zayn, Mika has every right to like someone. Just like you have the right to fall in love with Valerie and marry her. One more Mother emphasized, Nafisa has been regarded as a child. But Nafisa never asked for anything. So don't just accuse.”
“But, Bu ..”
“The mother of a woman who can feel pain for the sake of pain that Nafisa bears. If Allah wills, Mother will accompany him,” stressed Maryam again.
Zayn muttered while playing the cookie crumbs on his plate.
“Why Mom can be familiar with Nafisa but not with Valerie. Isn't she Mom's own daughter-in-law?”
“Is that your problem, Zayn? Please look at Mom's glasses. Before getting sick, I've been familiar with your wife a lot. But has she ever appreciated Mom as the woman who gave birth to her husband?”
Zayn's throat was blocked.
“Mother's dislike of Valerie is not unreasonable. Yet you broke all that excuse and kept marrying her. You've been away since you got married. When I was sick, well, you know for yourself how Valerie treated you. So don't turn things around like Mother-in-law is brash here and your wife is a victim.”
Maryam said again, “Nafisa is not trying to take any position. Everything he has now because of his shrewdness governs his finances and baking skills. I feel the pleasure of having a daughter who is considerate and can be talked to, Zayn. Understand that Valerie is unlikely to be forced to be close to Mom. The opposite is true.”
Not answering, Zayn's face seemed to be thinking.
“Pair.”
“Huh?” Maryam asked with raised eyebrows.
“Nafisa will be attacked because he has no partner while Reno and Dela will highlight the whole family concept.”
Mikail sighed.
“Do I have to marry Nafisa, yes?” The murmur was quite loud, coinciding with Nafisa returning to the kitchen to take stock of the cake in the refrigerator.
“Subhanallah. Why Sir? Why should you marry me?“ Lined Breath while frowning.
“Ngak .. nope. It's about custody. Reno will definitely say with him the concept of a whole family can be given. After all Dela proved to love your children.”
“Sorry Sir, thank you for your totality as a lawyer to marry me. Let's fight first in the trial.”
“If it fails, we marry and then try to sue for custody again?” Canda Mika though hopeful.
“Sadly posted in the kitchen. Mmm if .. if indeed Nafisa has not been able to custody for that reason, Nafisa will be viral because many kok single mom who successfully take care of children.“
“Joking Nafisa, have a crush on cooking yes to marry,” Mikail replied nervously and then tried to divert the conversation.
Zayn said, still in a cold tone, “Prepared the mature one. It's not because I want to defend Nafisa. I don't want you to lose. People see us as a team too. And my team never loses. Wrestle out? I'll go first, get the madam. Nafisa, sorry for that.”
Zayn kissed his mother and walked out of the kitchen.
“Zayn. Why are you here?”
“Tadi Zayn was informed of the incident of ex-husband Nafisa raging and then Mother also directly here. Zayn, worry, Bu.”
Mary looked gently at her son.
“Thank you, Darling. Play home often, take your wife.”
Zayn nodded and left the shop.
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