The Pawned Marriage

Valerie Malik

Weeks have passed since the fire destroyed Nafisa's first store.

Through social media accounts, he recounted the disaster that had befallen him. At once Nafisa announced the transfer of the entire business to the second tavern.

Support flows for Nafisa. Followers expressed sympathy and hope the police investigated thoroughly.

As long as there was no clarity, Maryam forced Nafisa to stay with her. Although noisy, Nafisa finally agreed until the conditions were calmer.

That morning Nafisa was preparing breakfast for Maryam. Porridge of ijo beans, steamed bananas, and ketimus. Although simple, but Maryam actually liked the dish from the chef who worked at his home.

While chatting on the back porch, a woman came in and sat down with them.

“Valerie?” Tegur Maryam hesitated.

“Iya dong, Mom. Who else? Nafisa, make me coffee americano,” he said while checking the appearance through the camera hape.

“Good, Mistress,” Nafisa said, spring standing.

“No, you are here. Mbok Mi, please make Mrs Valerie americano.”

Val stared unhappily at Nafisa.

“Why isn't he the one who made it? How come Mom saw me like that?”

Maryam looked at the woman who claimed to be the daughter-in-law with a look of wonder.

“Mothers wonder, every time you meet your face different continue.”

“Don't tacky ah, Mom. I just raised my cheekbones to the same nose in Korea. Nice, right?”

“Originally you are also beautiful,” said Maryam sincerely.

“Begini is prettier. Oya Ma'am, I want to tell you that tomorrow there is a photo shoot here. Mmm, what's the laper, huh? Nafisa, please come out with those cakes that are said to be phenomenal. Wonderful as if the same Zayn muji-muji.”

Realizing the place is not there, Nafisa please allow to go to the kitchen to help Mbok Mi.

While Maryam who is reluctant to face the ghost of songong bint gadir alone certainly does not want to be left behind.

“Nafisa, Naf .. ck.” Maryam glared towards Nafisa who instantly took a thousand steps.

Valerie also saw Nafisa, astonished by the closeness of her mother-in-law with a woman who was actually a nobody.

The awkward atmosphere was very felt.

“Mmm what's shooting, Val?”

“For lifestyle magazine. They want to make a special article about me,” Valerie replied in a proud tone.

“Oh. Tumben here?”

“Nothing, Mom. Anyway this all has Zayn so I also have the right to use the facilities here.”

Maryam stunned.

“Have Zayn? Don't nag, Val. From a long time ago, Mom and Zayn had separate possessions. His father Zayn has already handled this for Mom, as well as some companies that Zayn managed on behalf of Mom. Her father Zayn doesn't want mom to trouble anyone.”

“Later if Mother already does not exist so have Zayn too,” replied indifferently.

“Mistake again. I've made it clear if I die this will all belong to the foundation for sale and the money is built pesantren orphans from SD to SMA, free.”

Maryam stared intently, then continued, “Please speak politely. You as a daughter-in-law should know the ethics that talking like that was inappropriate.”

Instead of apologizing, Valerie was attacking,

“Ah ordinary. My mom didn't like Val. So everything I'm talking about must be wrong. Anyway why the hell would not accept defeat that Zayn chose to marry Val instead of the same mother?”

Maryam sighed and replied, “Now you are Mom's daughter-in-law. It's not about winning or losing. It takes maturity to understand this.”

Valerie looked at her in-laws with a condescending look.

Slowly, Maryam continued her words, “It's a matter of right or wrong choice. The mother's role will not be completed until the end of life. Right now, I'm educating Zayn about the consequences of a choice.”

“What does Mother mean?”

“Already, Val. You might think you're an old-fashioned, stupid, old-fashioned person. It seems, old-fashioned and old-fashioned, it's true. But stupid? A big no-no. I know which woman is good and .. mmm .. not good.”

“Mother humiliates Val?” A high tone started coming out of Valerie Malik's mouth.

“Maybe, but it's reality.”

Maryam is looking for something from her hape. Before long he showed it to Valerie.

A pair of humans were struggling violently in a room. The woman passionately devoured the heirloom of a young man who was resigned to receiving worldly pleasure.

Valerie's eyes were wide. The woman in the video is herself having sex with her dark boyfriend Arman.

Angrily he grabbed the eaves and slammed into the floor until it broke apart.

“Ck ck, Val. Brusquely. I could have shown you from the beginning to show the perverted video of you and the man to Zayn. She was your boyfriend from then until now. The one who lives on the money you give. Right?” Maryam grinning.

“IBU!”

Maryam shifts her seat closer to her daughter-in-law.

“You are surprised, yes, why did I not tell Zayn that his wife was a cheap woman? Oh believe me, I'll tell Zayn. But I want to give you a chance. My son loves you. Repent. So a sholihah wife for my son, do not just take advantage of his wealth and status.”

From far away, Nafisa comes carrying a tray with cookies and coffee on it.

With her chest bubbling furiously, Valerie pointed at Nafisa with her chin.

“Like him? Is that a plan, Mom? Zayn divorced me and married Nafisa?”

“Astaghfirullah. By Allah, my mother did not think. Glad to have a sholihah son-in-law like Nafisa. But calm down, the mother is not like a parent-in-law who likes to drive her child. And for Nafisa, she still has a problem so she can't think about love life. My advice, focus on being better for Zayn, if you love him. If not, leave, I'm sure Zayn will still provide abundant supplies for your life.”

“It's not that easy getting rid of me.”

“Val, rather than the face operation will continue to be better if you increase brain power. I have no desire to get rid of you. I just want you to change. Come on, enjoy your cake and coffee. I'm tired and want to rest.”

Maryam walked towards her room while Nafisa approached Valeri to serve cake and tea.

As soon as Nafisa finished putting down the dish, Valerie pulled Nafisa's long veil and blocked it tightly.

“Do not think you can marry Zayn. You are not equal to him.”

Surprised, Nafisa is unable to move. Once she can control herself, she blocks Valerie's hand back.

With his face brought closer he said, “Mistress, I still speak politely, yes. Try istighfar, maybe you are possessed. No wind no rain I accuse of taking Mr. Zayn. Naudzubillah, Mistress.”

Nafisa then releases Valerie's hand which is still tightly blocking her hijab.

Unaccepting, Valerie stood up to slap Nafisa. With a swift Nafisa dodged.

“Mrs!”

Valerie hissing, “Go! Don't let me see you again! Don't influence my mother-in-law to keep defending you! I know women like you.”

Suddenly, Mary's voice shouted from the front door.

“VALERIE! Get out of my house!”

Nafisa hastened to Maryam, afraid of anything happening. However, someone who has had a stroke is susceptible to being affected again, especially if there is an influence from emotions.

Hearing her mother-in-law's scream, Valerie immediately got up and approached.

“You have no proof, old lady. Hapemu is destroyed.”

“Mrs! Courteous with Sepuh Mother!” Nafisa exclaimed, continuing to hold Maryam who began to tremble her body held back in anger.

Nafisa said softly while stroking Maryam's back.

“Bu, sampun. Mom will be sick again. We'll rest in the room. Nafisa foot massage. I like it, right?”

Valerie came forward to push Maryam but her action realized that Nafisa was immediately blocking.

“Mrs! Just stop! This house has CCTV, do not let Mr. Zayn know the behavior of the Mistress. Whatever your problem with Mommy Sepuh, stay polite!”

Instead of leaking, Valerie raised her hand about to slap Nafisa.

“Mrs! STOP!” Nafisa caught Valerie's hand.

“RELEASE ME WOMAN HYPOCRITE!”

“Mistress, I grew up on the road. The orphanage pula. Against Madam is a small thing for me,” threatened Nafisa with growl.

Mary's voice sounded trembling.

Valerie's eyes stared fiercely at Nafisa and Maryam.

“Awas y'all, yes!”

Then with wrath the woman came out of Maryam's house. Don't forget to slam the front door hard.

Tears flowed from the corner of Maryam's eyes. His hand held the chest.

“Mother! Can you get to bed? Nafisa call for help. Toll ..”

“In the way God can, Son. I just really sprained the same gadir's ghost.”

Slowly, Nafisa led Mary to the sofa in her room because the old woman was reluctant to fall asleep.

Surrender Maryam and Nafisa's feet began to massage the fingers. Do not forget to take a drink before so that Maryam calmer.

“Bu, if Madame Valerie comes, I have to do a lot of Istighfar. Please let Madam soften her heart.”

“Mom even hoped Valerie did not come at all. Every time it always ends badly and hurts Mom. From childhood Val lived in America with his parents. Maybe there used to talk to the kayak in-laws earlier, huh?”

“Ndon't know, Mom. Nafisa has no friends from Amiriki. May Lady Valerie cepet beware.”

“Aamiin. How about yourself? Still running application for custody review?” Maryam wanted to distract from the sad facts about her daughter-in-law.

“Still, Mom. Only said Mr. Mika, because it was decided at the hearing if the review is one year from the verdict, most likely there will be no acceleration. Let's see, Mom. God must be the best love.”

Mary looked at Nafisa with maternal eyes.

“Mother would like to meet someone who loves your advice so that it is tough and kind.”

“Sama, Nafisa also.”

The two chuckled then chatted lightly until the time Nafisa had to leave for the tavern.

***

Valerie breathed cigarette smoke out the window. Only wrapped in a thin blanket after a hot romance with Arman.

The man was exhausted in bed. Their rooms were ravaged as usual if they fought.

Yes, Valerie is a hyper. Zayn is mighty, but Valerie still needs another distribution. She became a sugar mommy for Arman who was still far below her age.

Valerie was the first for Arman. Arman recently graduated High School and worked as a fashion model. Valerie is already a model. Long before he met Zayn.

Valerie used to gather some Arman friends to satisfy her. Young models who need entry into the fashion industry.

The conditions proposed by Valerie are only one, her image as a good model should not be damaged. Or he'll ruin the careers of those young men.

Intermittent, only Arman is able to balance the game. Valerie must take control of the bed game.

With Zayn, the woman was not given a chance to lead the game. He was a bed slave for Zayn. So Val vent with shopping at will, a trip abroad, facial surgery here and there.

While his sexual desire remains satisfied by a young figure who is still lying exhausted.

To everyone, Valerie introduced Arman as a niece. Including Zayn to avoid suspicion. Valerie tells Arman to stay in her empty house after she gets married.

He frees Arman to be in a relationship with anyone. Importantly, when he needs to, Arman must be ready to serve.

The thing that does not come into his reckoning is Maryam. How a video of him making love could leak into his in-laws' hands.

Arman swore that he wasn't the one filming. Nevertheless, Valerie still vented her frustration by torturing Arman that afternoon.

The young man begged for a chance to rest.

Valerie looked towards Arman who was starting to move. His desire rose again to see the young body before him.

Before starting again the battle, Valerie spent the rest of the cigarettes.

The idea of hitting two mosquitoes at once popped into his head.

***

Arman is limping into the kitchen. He needed to stay away from Valerie who was still waiting for him in the room.

If sexual intercourse is a pleasure desired by young people his age, not for Arman. The sexual relationship with Valerie is full of suffering and not infrequently humiliation.

Indeed, Arman willingly thrown from the fashion world and back to the original village can be separated from Valerie.

The woman cunningly binds him in such a way as to threaten to inform his parents of how Arman lived in the capital.

The young man thought about what he had to do to play Valerie Malik.

The scars on his back and his belt are clearly visible. Valerie's trying to play with horses.

On both of his thighs were bite marks, some bleeding.

Having not had time to take a drink, Arman felt his body being hugged from behind.

The two young man's eyes were closed when he felt a pair of hands playing with his navel.

“Kak, please, I want to drink first.”

Valeri flipped the body of the man in front of her. There was a cruel grin on that beautiful face as her hands played the empty bottle.

“Cumped on dining table!” Declared.

Arman's eyes widened, he knew very well what Valerie would do to him with the bottle.

“Kak, don't I beg.” Head shakes.

“Wait, smile ..” Valerie took a still plain photo of Arman without a piece of cloth.

“Nort or I send this photo to your mother?”

Afraid of Valerie's threat, Arman lays his chest on the dinner table. Valerie widened onto the two legs of the helpless man. A second later came a scream of pain from Arman's mouth.

She kept begging Valerie to stop, but her groaning drove the woman even more crazy.

Tears came out of both eyes. Arman tried hard not to vomit because of holding back the pain, until Valerie finally stopped her game.

“Reverse!”

Arman can't move. The pain still affects the private area of the back.

“Pick!”

Valerie flips a weakly drooping body then me lu mat, Arman's heirloom to stand upright. Again, he demanded the man to satisfy.

Seeing Arman who can only resign makes Valerie more excited.

I don't know how many hours Arman had to let himself be a fan of Valerie's napu. What was clear was that when he saw the woman finally leaving, he locked the door and ran to the bathroom.

After spewing out the entrails, Arman cried by hugging both knees. Lamenting fate. Frightened to escape from Valerie.

His face stiffened when he heard the sound of footsteps of heels approaching.

The bathroom door opened. Valerie entered with a half-plain body.

“I thought you'd curl up like a rat here. It's not wrong that I keep you. You and your cup style are passionate about me. Tonight I'm nginep.”

***

The sun was already noon when Arman opened his eyes. Slowly he tried to get up. His whole body was sick and full of bruises.

Due to exhaustion, he was unable to satisfy Valerie last night. The woman ran amok and kicked him.

Inevitably, Arman takes medicine to get back into battle. At least so that he does not receive punches and kicks.

It was a night of suffering for Arman.

After checking all over the house, Arman cleaned himself up and set off for the photo shoot. Lucky that afternoon was just a face shot.

Arman grabs a secret phone hidden in the bag and types a message.

“Bu, I'm not strong anymore. Please ..”

A few minutes later, The Receiver of the Message replied, “Trap him. You know what to do.”

***