The Pawned Marriage
The Death Law
Zayn looked at his wife and mother chatting on the porch. The hope is granted, his wife and mother, the two women he loved so much can be familiar.
Since the last incident with her in-laws, Valerie has indeed changed considerably. The next day he came, crying and crying before Mary, apologizing for all his rudeness and guilt.
Maryam who has a soft heart and knows that her son loves Valerie very much immediately hugs her daughter-in-law. Full of relief because his prayers were answered.
They are also now like mothers and children who often exchange stories.
Valerie also drew closer to Nafisa. He considers Nafisa as a sister. He often comes to the store. Just buy some cake for Zayn or have a long chat.
Always Valerie posts snacks purchased from Nafisa stores to social media accounts with praise, until Nafisa stores are flooded with customers both offline and online.
Valerie also gave support when Nafisa submitted a custody review. Be beside him when the Judge again decides to wait until one year according to the previous decree.
When Dela was about to taunt Nafisa, it was Valerie who defended until there was almost a fierce mouth battle between two women with tissue-thin emotions.
To Arman, Valerie told him to go back to the village. Giving fantastic amounts of money and apologizing.
Without waiting any longer Arman immediately returned to his hometown afraid that Valerie changed her mind.
But not. Valerie seemed to have opened a new leaf. She became a completely different woman than before.
A woman of kindness and tenderness to her husband and in-laws also became a sister to Nafisa.
***
Week by week running. Maryam was enjoying a bright morning atmosphere in the garden behind her house. Multicolored flowers bloom, butterflies play freely accompanied by earthy bird chirping. Cool air breezy.
Mary looked around. At home there are only kitchen and cleaning service officers who are working in their respective posts.
Mbok Mi and Lastri had left for the store. Zayn and Mikail were on their way home from a business trip. Valerie's got a photo shoot out of town and just got home in the afternoon.
Nafisa has been home for a few days. Mary misses the chirping of Nafisa and the cheerfulness of her attitude. Reading the message that Nafisa will stop by before going to the tavern keeps Maryam entertained.
Before long he saw the figure of a woman with a thistles and a dark blue veil waving from the terrace pointing towards the prepared breakfast and tea dishes. Maryam's eyes sparkled.
Maryam waved her hand back and made her way towards the terrace with her loyal stick. Want to have breakfast and chat with Nafisa.
Actually, Maryam's legs were strong, but she was worried about balance so decided to go everywhere with a stick.
On the terrace, Maryam smiled to see the dishes that had been prepared; the porridge of ijo beans, lalampa, and did not miss the poci tea with her favorite sugar cubes.
Maryam is looking for Nafisa. The woman is back in the kitchen.
The older woman who always looked beautiful began to enjoy the porridge of ijo beans. Then sip the warm poci tea slowly.
He waited for Nafisa's arrival to sit with him before he felt such a severe headache and his heart pounding.
Panicked, Maryam called out Nafisa's name repeatedly. His neck was suffocated.
Sweat began to wash over his body. The headaches are getting worse. His eyes dodged while his tongue began to stick out like he was about to spit out the stomach contents.
Not strong, Maryam rolled out of her chair. Sprawled on the floor he saw Nafisa approaching.
Maryam's hand reached out, astonished that Nafisa was walking leisurely.
Mary began to lose her breath. He kept staring at Nafisa. Stare asked.
So close, Nafisa sat beside Maryam. Keep looking fixed. Maryam reached her hand into Nafisa's face, accidentally pulling the veil.
The face behind the veil grinned as it continued to stare coldly and ruthlessly without doing anything. His right hand touched the face of the woman who was dying.
Maryam's hand gripped tightly the hand that still touched her face, until her breath felt heavy and she was no longer strong to hold on.
Mary's body became stiff. Her eyes widened.
“Good sleep, Mother Sepuh.” There was a soft voice that walked away from the woman whose breath was one-on-one.
***
Nafisa is at her house, designing a wedding cake ordered for the children of her loyal customers.
That day he was not feeling well. So I decided to just stay home. He has informed Mbok Mi and Lastri and the foreman who is working on the construction of his burned-out shop.
In the middle of creative, he saw several cars parked in front of his house.
Nafisa frowned, not recognizing the cars, thinking they might be her neighbor's guests.
When several men, women and some men in police uniforms approached her house, Nafisa put up her veil and opened the door.
“Good day, Mother Nafisa?”
“Ya?” Tanya Nafisa was astonished.
The eyes of Nafisa were wide. He read the letter repeatedly reading the name and the allegations listed there.
He shook his head.
“Not possible. How is Sepuh's condition now? I have to go there,” said Nafisa while muttering.
A police officer then placed a plastic handcuff. Nafisa shook her head strongly and began to wriggle.
“Please, I have to see Mommy Sepuh. How's it going?” Pekik panicked.
“Cute us to the police station!” Polwan answered ketus while trying to stop the resistance of Nafisa.
The neighbors began to crowd.
Nafisa's eyes looked confused by everything that was happening. Two half-politicians dragged him.
Nafisa continues to deny the allegations. But the police did not budge and immediately put him in the car.
Before the door closed, he had heard the whispers of neighbors, “ Yes Allah, cook, anyway? I think it's good but can't kill people?”
Repeatedly Nafisa closed her eyes, hoping that this was all a dream.
A policeman got into a car carrying a plastic bag.
“Already, don't get confused. This is the racum you used to kill Maryam Malik, right?”
Nafisa looked straight into the hands of the police who brandished the evidence, convinced that she had never bought any drugs. Especially as a nurse he knew the types of dangerous drugs.
Unable to speak, Nafisa decided not to argue.
In an instant, the news of Nafisa's arrest of a happy-go-lucky tavern owner, as well as a home decor influencer, went viral in the virtual world.
Accusations of poisoning Maryam Malik immediately make the shop deserted visitors. Not even a few customers who just bought returned the cakes for fear Nafisa was crazy and poisoned them.
In an instant, Nafisa's reputation was destroyed.
At the police station, Nafisa was immediately processed. After the recording and photograph, he wore an orange jacket and was then herded to a press conference.
Behind the veil, Nafisa was crying. He thought about Maryam's condition and her fate. His knees were limp, but he tried hard.
The police who led the press conference confirmed that because the evidence was strong, the file will be submitted to the prosecutor's office for further legal proceedings.
Nafisa's lips continue to mention the sentence of dhikr asking for strength and guidance in order to get out of the alleged evil.
When he was about to be taken into custody, a journalist interrupted, “The basis of hypocrisy, has been helped a lot even ngeracunin!”
“Law is off! Matiiiiiii's law!”
***
The news of Nafisa reached the ears of Dela and Reno.
”That's right, look at your pompous ex-wife turned out to be a cold-blooded killer. Even a dog can't bite its master.”
Reno who had read the news about Nafisa and was playing with Aurelie and Milo did not reply. She hugged her two children tightly.
***
A man was in a wheelchair. It has been a decade since he suffered paralysis due to a brain injury. Can't speak. Her nose relies on others to help her.
One of the nurses from Indonesia hardened the volume of TV.
The host in English read the news.
”A culinary entrepreneur close to Zayn Malik's family is accused of murdering Maryam Malik. Mother of Zayn Malik. Nafisa Salsabila has been detained by the police and is awaiting further legal proceedings. It is rumored that Nafisa will be charged with the death penalty.”
A nurse told her partner.
”Innalisahi. No one's heart knows. I really like to follow Si Nafisa's account. Looks good and good. The house is small but cute.”
”Sama, I too. Though the intention is to go back to Indonesia to try the cake. O Allah, amit-amit, he knew later he was wrong to pour poison into the dough.”
The face of a veiled woman with a prisoner jacket filled the TV screen.
”Padahana if the veil is opened it looks beautiful, yes. His eyes can be so gray. Keliatan baek turned out to be a killer.”
“Who was his full name?”
Not yet the nurse replied, a hoarse voice said, “Naaaa ... fiiii. Aaaa .. child..ku.”.
***
