The Pawned Marriage

I Fayakun

Lafisa did not believe in his fate so bad. Is that how Allah SWT is to him?

Living without a childhood memory, not knowing who your parents or siblings are. Made a lien on the wedding and then thrown away. He is now accused of murdering a woman he loved dearly.

On the cold floor of the holding cell, Nafisa curled up hugging her knees. His heart felt crumpled considering that Zayn and Malik came to see him shortly after he was detained.

Nafisa was about to ask when a hard slap landed on her cheek until she fell down.

With a hateful look Zayn looked at him.

“You will die for trying to kill my mother!” His face with a loud voice.

Heeding the pain, Nafisa replied expectantly, “Means Mom is now still being treated. May Allah heal quickly.

Not even standing up yet, Zayn had already slapped him again. Mikail did nothing. Highlight his strange eyes staring at Nafisa. The police turned, letting Zayn vent his anger.

“Backed! You want my mother to really die? Remember, you're the one who's going to die, Nafisa!”

Zayn kicked Nafisa in the stomach and then turned to leave the meeting room. Nafisa curled up to endure the pain greatly with tears.

Roughly speaking, two female policemen jerked her to stand up and brought Nafisa back to the cell. There they both threw the weak body of Nafisa.

Since his arrest, the other prisoners have been mean to Nafisa. He rarely accepted physical violence.

Like that afternoon, he had just received slaps many times from his cellmate. Until he finally snuggled in the corner.

None of his relatives saw him. Not Mbok Mi or Lastri.

A policewoman shows a tearful video of Valerie recounting Maryam's unconscious and critical condition. The beautiful woman hoped that Nafisa would be punished severely.

For months he has been on trial. All the evidence points to him, both from CCTV showing him putting poison into teas and bowls of ijo beans, fingerprints on various cutlery, to residual toxins found in his home.

There was no alibi to strengthen Nafisa because on that day she was alone in the house.

Police traced where the poison was purchased and the seller said a veiled woman with gray eyes bought it a few days ago.

He even showed footage of the woman with gray eyes staring straight at the CCTV camera.

Defended by a criminal lawyer, Nafisa is only able to bow when all the evidence is revealed.

Now the woman is resigned to wait for fate in the verdict hearing. His eyes shone on despair, not to mention the longing for his children that would definitely not be allowed to meet him by Reno and Dela.

As soon as the dzuhur adhan was heard, Nafisa limped up to take the water of ablution. One of the prisoners kicked his knee until he fell.

Holding his sore knee, Nafisa tried to get up to take some ablution water and pray.

After fulfilling the obligation, he raised his hand.

“Yes Allah, You are my protector. Ideally protective. Take care of the servants, the sons of the servants, and heal Miss Maryam. The servant does not understand the destiny that you have set upon the servant, but give the servant the strength and strength to live it. Laa hawla wa laa quwwata. O Allah, I am expecting your fairytale. I wish for your fayakun. I wish I had your fayakun.”

Nafisa continued to pray with tears. Because now he only has God as a place to lean.

***

Nafisa walks with limp feet carrying laundry belonging to cellmates to the clothesline. Unheard of pain in the knee that is increasingly felt day by day.

Tomorrow is the day of the verdict. Prosecutors are demanding a life sentence because after a few months, Maryam is still unconscious. His body was still stiff and could not be moved.

“Heh jerk!”

Breath fell and all the laundry was a mess.

A group of prisoners laughed out loud at the state of Nafisa. They trample the laundry ready to be dried.

“Lu wash once again! Be careful that my shirt is still dirty.”

Slowly, Nafisa picked up the clothes scattered on the ground. While enduring the pain from the kick to his back. His palms were scuffed because every day he had to wash his clothes many times.

Nafisa has died with her fate. Perhaps the death penalty is better than living a life of suffering.

He also heard that death row prisoners would be separated from other prisoners. How much Nafisa expected that.

Now Nafisa again washed the clothes of all her cellmates. He did not pay attention when someone settles and then poured the remaining laundry water on his head. His body was wet with dirty water.

The women prisoners again laughed at the misfortune of Nafisa and left the woman covered in tears while continuing to wash the dirty clothes of her friends.

***

Nafisa went into the courtroom and sat in the sickle seat. At first glance he sees Zayn, Mikail, and Valeri coming to watch.

Zayn and Valerie joined hands on the bench. They looked at Nafisa with hatred.

Mikail just remained silent with a flat look.

After the opening, the judge prepared to read the verdict. Nafisa was asked to stand up.

The presiding judge then read out the verdict of the hearing, “Based on the strong evidence presented by the public prosecutor and see how the victim until now is still unconscious. Although the defendant was kind and cooperative, we decided that defendant Nafisa Salsabila was sentenced to a heavier sentence than the prosecutor's demands namely.. sentence ... die!”.

Both of Nafisa's knees were limp but she struggled to stay upright. His body was shaking violently.

Behind him he heard Zayn and Valeri exclaim, “Alhamdulillah, justice has been done.”

When the judge asked if there was an appeal, Nafisa through her lawyer refused and accepted the sentence given.

Lafisa's heart is like being squeezed, if it is said to be sincere, then he is not sincere. But what power does he have?

He only hopes that the rest of the age is still allowed to worship as much as possible.

“Let's kill you, Nafisa!” Valerie's voice was heard when Nafisa was led out of the courtroom.

Stepping over the gontai, Nafisa walks after two police women who flank. Nafisa had thrown a glance at the audience and found Reno staring while rubbing her face.

Nafisa looked down again, maybe her mind started to hurt because it was impossible for Reno to be there let alone cry for her.

That day, Nafisa had already lost hope of continuing to live. Even the poor woman thought that dying would be much better than living.

When the prisoner's car was closed and he was alone there, Nafisa was crying while holding her chest.

***

Zayn and Valerie are accompanied by Mikail walking out with difficulty because they are surrounded by media who want to know about their opinions on the results of the court decision.

“Is, Mr Zayn relieved?”

“Not yet, I've been relieved if Nafisa's lying lifeless with a bullet through her heart. She already made my mother harm my mother.”

“Wah long time dong.”

“We'll see later. It was his life to replace my mother's suffering. Quite a long time ago from our family Maryam Malik.”

After getting into the car, Zayn rules Mikail.

“Make sure the tormenting Breath for Nafisa continues. Tell his friends to break his legs, don't giggle.”

Mikail did not answer.

“Mika!” Exclaimed Zayn who was upset when his cousin's sister did not respond. Moreover, Zayn knew Mikail had liked women because her mother lay stiff in the hospital for months.

“Iya I will pay them again to torture Nafisa,” replied Mika who did not want to argue with Zayn.

To be honest the man did not believe that Nafisa could commit such a fatal crime against Maryam Malik.

Mikail had once secretly met Nafisa and the woman swore never minded to harm Maryam.

But all the evidence cornered him. Even the security of the house swore that it was Nafisa who came that morning because they heard the distinctive sound of Nafisa.

Finally he was forced to accept that Nafisa was the one who committed the crime against Maryam and now the woman he once liked will be put to death for her crime.

Hape Zayn.

“Ya ... what? Alhamdulillahot. Fine, we're there.”

“What's up, Zayn?” Valerie asked as she grabbed her husband's hand.

“Mothers aware, Val. We're going to the hospital now.”

“Oh ... how is Mother's condition?” Ask Valerie again.

“It is conscious and want to meet. Good thing there are Mbok Mi and Lastri there.”

“Aalhamdulillah's. Follow relieved. Grateful there are Mbok Mi and Lastri who are loyal to look after Mother 24 hours even from outside the ICU room,” Valerie said again.

“Iya. Fast, we have to go to the hospital,” Zayn orders on the driver.

Zayn's face seemed hopeful after months.

As soon as she reached the hospital, Zayn took Valerie with him to run down the hospital hallways to the HCU room, a treatment room for critically ill patients under the ICU.

Mikail followed behind them.

“Mother!” Zayn flicked the curtain and was happy not to see his mother sitting on the bed. Mbok Mi and Lastri stood on either side of the gurney.

“Honey,” reply Maryam with stretched hands expecting a hug from her only son.

The mother and son hugged tightly.

“Mother, yes Allah, I am well, right? Zayn is afraid of losing Mom.”

Maryam broke her arms and cupped her hands to Zayn's cheeks.

“Poor, Mother's son. Oya where Naf ..”

Maryam's words stopped as soon as she saw Valerie emerge from behind the curtain.

With a snort Zayn replied, “He is rotting in prison awaiting the death penalty for already hurting Mom. Take it easy, I'm safe now.”

Mary looked straight at Valerie.

“Mother, thank God it is healthy, Valerie relieved ..”

Valerie was about to hug her mother-in-law but was immediately blocked by Mbok Mi and Lastri.

Maryam immediately looked at her daughter-in-law fiercely.

“Mbok Mi, Lastri! Go ye. Leave us!” Zayn's words with emotion, not liking his wife to be prevented from hugging his mother.

“Sorry Sir. We just run the orders of Sepuh.”

“What do you mean? Mother?” Zayn.

“It's Zayn, maybe Mom's just tired. I'll wait outside,” Valerie softly said then moved away.

“Stop there!” Maryam's orders.

From behind Valerie appeared Pak Linggar and Pak Kasno two bodyguards who were also loyal to guard Maryam day and night with Mbok Mi and Lastri.

“What is this?” Zayn asked in astonishment. And so is Mikail.

Maryam said to Mr. Kasno, “Call Doctor Rafi.”

“Njih, Mom. Sekedap.”

“Bu? What's the matter exactly?” Ask Zayn again.

“Patience, Dear.”

Valerie was fretful but did not dare to move as Mary's eyes continued to stare at him sharply. Not to mention Mr. Linggar who is ready to face with his large height.

Rafi's doctor came accompanied by nurses and hospital security. All stand besieging Valerie.

Zayn reached out and held Valerie tightly.

“Bu?” Zayn demanded an explanation.

Rafi's doctor cleared his throat and asked Zayn to look at the monitor he was carrying.

“Pak Zayn, this is a CCTV surveillance video before Mom Maryam realized.”

Zayn watched carefully. His mother was stiff and unable to move. Even for months they could not open the clenched palm of Mary.

Minutes passed when Mary's body suddenly moved and something slipped from her grasp.

Valerie gaped and covered her mouth with both hands.

“What is it?” Zayn asked.

A nurse gave the object from a medical tray.

“This, Sir. We save. Please do not hold it directly. May be used as evidence in court.”

Zayn immediately recognized the diamond-studded bracelet he had bought for Valerie.

“Val, why it can ..”

Zayn was silent and realized something.

“Valerie, you?”

“Not Zayn, I couldn't have hurt Mom. These are all the deeds of Nafisa.”

“Mother saw your face that day, Val. You remember, when Mom's hand pulled the veil you were wearing? I just want to prove that it wasn't Nafisa that hurt Mom.“

Valerie shakes. Zayn took his wife's hand off.

“Zayn, this is slander. I can't hurt Mom. Maybe Mom is still not fully aware.” Valerie approached Zayn but the man retreated.

Doctor Rafi directly denied, “GCS or Mother Maryam's level of consciousness value is normal 15. This is a miracle. He's like he's healed.”

“Zayn, believe me, not me,” whine Valerie.

Seeing no response from Zayn, Valerie shuffled away then turned around to escape but was arrested by Mr. Lingga and Mr. Kasno.

“Release!”

“Val?”

“Let go of my hand, motherfucker! Release him! Zayn, you see for yourself if all the evidence points to Nafisa.“

“Why can your bracelet be held by Mom? I've seen the footage many times and Mom did hold the hand of the woman I thought Nafisa was before she was unconscious.”

Valerie shook her head, her eyes looking panicked. Zayn looked at him sharply.

“ANSWER!” Snap Zayn.

“Prove if it was me who poisoned Mom! Mother always defended Nafisa. You must accuse me, your own daughter-in-law ..”

Valerie could not continue the sentence when Zayn's hand choked her neck.

“Zzz ... a ..yn.”

Mary called her son softly.

“Zayn .. release.”

“Bu, this savage human is already planning to kill Mom. Let Zayn kill him!” Zayn's voice is full of emotion.

Mikail and the hospital security tried to release Zayn's hand which gripped Valerie's neck.

“Zayn, my son, release. No use if he dies,” persuade Maryam again.

Hearing her mother's soft voice, Zayn removed her hand from Valerie's neck.

The woman fell while coughing.

“Bring him to the warehouse, lest he escape.”

Mikail nodded. Then Mr. Linggar and Mr. Kasno lifted Valerie's body to stand up and led her away.

In a hoarse voice, Valerie shouted, “I hope you die Old Mother! DIE!”

From the room there was still a scream of Valerie.

“Bu, sorry Zayn, Zayn should not have married him.”

Maryam stroked her son's hand.

“Mariam's mother I check first, whether your heart and blood pressure are fine after the incident,” pinta Doctor Rafi.

“Alhamdulillah, Doc, I feel fine. But please check to be safe.”

After the doctor examined Maryam's condition that was normal, the medical team resigned.

Leaving Zayn with Maryam who is still escorted by Mbok Mi and Lastri.

“Where is Nafisa, Son? Mother kangen.”

“Nafisa .. Yes Allah, Nafisa.”

Zayn's face turned pale and panicked.

“Why? What happened to Nafisa. Jesus, did you say he rotted in prison waiting for the death penalty? Must he be blamed for Valerie? Zayn, you must release him immediately!”

“Bu, but Zayn doesn't want to be away from Mom.”

“Zayn Bilal Malik! You bring Nafisa here or I won't see you again!”

***

In prison, Nafisa is being herded from her cell to a prisoner's car to be moved to a larger prison.

Each Nafisa passes through the cell then all the inhabitants of the cell scoff and insult it. Not a little bit spit towards him.

Nafisa just looked down. The road was limped because his knee was getting painful.

Without mercy, the prison warden pushed him so that Nafisa fell down.

The cell dwellers who were watching were cheering excitedly at Nafisa's suffering.

“Build!” Command one of the guards while jerking Nafisa's body.

Grimacing in pain, Nafisa endured the pain.

In the cell he was not allowed to wear a veil, so his face was pale with sweat-soaked patches.

“May die quickly, yes,” said a prisoner while spitting at him.

Nafisa continued her steps. Three months in prison, he was always subjected to torture and humiliation. I can't wait to be in the prisoner's car. If only his feet could go faster.

Just a few steps away, the jailer came at a quick pace.

Nafisa was ready to accept abuse and insults when the stocky woman said, “There is new evidence. You are innocent. You will be free soon.”

Not budging, Nafisa heard a sentence that felt foreign to her ears.

“Bring him to the clinic. Treat his injuries lest there be any evidence of torture happening here.”

All prisoners are silent.

“Does this mean Mr Zayn Malik's order was canceled? We don't need to torture her anymore?” Ask one of them.

Nafisa is not moving. His eyes are soft, his head still down.

“Nafisa fight!”

From the direction of the cell came a cry.

“Arise, Breath! You can!”

“Alhamdulillah! Allahu Akbar!”

From the direction of the cell where it was held sounded screeches, your “Kun Fayakun was struck, Nafisa! You strong! Excuse me, but we have no choice but to comply with Zayn Malik's request to torture you.”

Nafisa's head remained down, she stepped. Step by step.

“Arise, Nafisa.”

***

For a few days, Nafisa slept in the clinic. The first time after sleeping on the floor without a pedestal, Nafisa finally felt sleeping on the mattress.

Skin wounds from the torture of other prisoners have been treated. A knee injury should be treated in a hospital.

Nafisa stared out the window that led to the field. The prisoners were exercising there. He glanced over to the wash area next to the field. One of the places he feared.

Yet every single point in the prison was a terrifying place. Not only was he physically abused, but he was also sexually assaulted.

His soul and body died slowly in that place.

Even when the warden handed over the clothes he was wearing upon entering, there was no twinkle in his eyes. He signed all his release papers.

Some of the guards apologized for the harsh treatment of him all along. Nafisa just nodded then stepped out of that world hell.

Outside the prison, there are already Zayn and Mikail also media crews.

Nafisa was grateful she was allowed to wear her veil again, so that the humans in front of her could not see the face that expressed the deepest inner pressure.

Zayn came forward to greet Nafisa.

“I'm sorry, Nafisa. Sorry,” said Zayn so faced with Nafisa.

The woman nodded weakly.

“Nafisa .. I'm sorry.”

Again Nafisa nodded weakly.

The media crew began to ask, “Pak Zayn, what caused Nafisa to be released from all charges.”

“My conscious mother mentioned that it was not Nafisa.”

Nafisa turned towards Zayn.

“Sepuh's mother is healthy?”

“Betul, Nafisa. After this we'll go see Mom, you want to, right? I've called many times asking you.”

“Alhamdulillah if it is healed.”

“Nafisa, what will you do after free? Are you going to sue back the Malik family.”

Everyone was waiting for Nafisa's answer.

With a weak-sounding voice, Nafisa said, “I want to go home.”

“Are you going to sue the Malik family?”

Nafisa replied briefly, “No.”

The media crew was stunned and then turned to Zayn.

“So who hurt Miss Maryam? Is Miss Valerie?”

Zayn held his breath before answering.

“The evidence is in the police. For a while that was all I could say.”

“Why is the treatment so different? When Nafisa becomes a suspect, her name and picture are immediately spread. Now it seems like everything is covered up. Is it true, Miss Valerie? Why isn't he here?”

A journalist leaning.

Zayn fell silent then replied with a tone of restraining emotion.

“For that matter, it's already in the police realm. Now I just want to drop off Nafiss .. Loh where is Nafisa?”

Zayn and Mikail search for the whereabouts of Nafisa who is no longer beside her.

***

Nafisa rides the base motorcycle in front of the prison to one place; the Aurelie and Milo schools. How much he misses his children.

Knowing themselves, Nafisa will not approach them until it causes a stir. He just wanted to see from far away.

Arriving in front of the school, Nafisa headed towards the grounds. The clock was right because the kids were playing.

Nafisa took off the veil for not wanting to be noticed. No one recognizes him without a veil.

From a distance he saw Aurelie playing on a swing. Her firstborn looks so pretty. Wearing a blue uniform with braided hair.

Heart Pulsed Breath recognizes the clasps Aurelie uses is her gift.

Then his gaze shifted to a smaller group of children. They were playing with the teacher.

Milo is prank on pranking his friend. Nafisa smiled at the silliness of her youngest child.

Clear liquid dripped from the corner of his eyes.

“Mama love you Aurelie and Milo. Always, forever.”

After re-installing the nafisa veil, he was then trained to walk to the ojek waiting for him.

Babang ojek who used to hang out in front of the prison is accustomed to the habits of the newly released prisoners.

They will see their children from far away.

Sitting in the bonbar, Nafisa directs the motorcycle towards the store.

In front of the once popular building, Nafisa sighed.

Closed keedainya. In the rolling door there is a red pylox inscription: KILLER SHOP.

Again the clear liquid escapes from its neutrality.

After that, Nafisa asked to be taken home.

As soon as she arrived, Nafisa found the door locked. Some neighbors approached. Nafisa is ready to accept slurs, insults, even expulsions.

“Mbak Nafisa, alhamdulillah. We heard the news and were relieved. This is the key to the house,” said one mother.

“Thank you,” said Nafisa who rushed in to take ojeg payment.

“Mbak, sorry we did not visit because it is not allowed by husbands.”

“It's okay. Let's Mothers, I'm allowed to enter first want to rest.”

“Please. Call if you need anything.”

As soon as she entered the house, Nafisa headed for her room. Remove the entire shirt and put it in plastic and throw it away.

Getting into the bathroom, Nafisa flushed and rubbed her whole body. Tears flowed along with the water that soaked his body.

Prayer is an activity after Nafisa has finished cleaning her body. Performing obligatory worship solemnly until finally he resolved to recite the prayer.

“Yes Allah, only Your power can make you here. Thank God. Thank ye. But I am tired, O Allah. Strengthen servant ..”

Nafisa then laid her body on the prayer mat. Tears washed his face. His head hurt, every joint was in tremendous pain.

Finally those beautiful eyes closed, no matter how long. Until Nafisa heard voices calling out to her.

Ogre, he muttered, “Don't, don't catch me. Don't hurt me.”

After that he felt his body being lifted up and he lost consciousness completely.

***