The Pawned Marriage

The Broken Soul

Pov Zayn's

Realizing that Nafisa was no longer beside me when answering questions from the media, I panicked a little.

Together with Mikail, we searched his house, even sent a message to the neighbors if they saw Nafisa to contact me immediately if they saw Nafisa coming home.

We went to her children's school. I asked the people there if I saw a veiled woman? The taknada saw Nafisa.

Then to the store, my heart was shriveled when I saw the shop I knew that Nafisa's hard-earned building was now closed. In the rolling door is written the sentence: Belonging to the Killer.

I knew if Nafisa saw then that sentence would hurt her a lot. I ordered the cleaning service employees to clean up until it was completely gone. If necessary replace the rolling door with a new one.

Cleaving the capital's traffic jam, we returned to Nafisa's house. On the way, I called many times. Presumably I saw the footage when Nafisa was released from prison.

Mother advised Nafisa to take her to meet him and go home to Mother's house.

Arriving at Nafisa's house, some neighbors told her that Nafisa had come home.

It was dark, but not a single light was on in the house of the woman I had made her life suffer for the past few months.

Several times knocking on the door, there was no response, until Mikail finally broke down the door.

Our breath was found lying on the prayer mat. His body has a fever, he keeps mumbling so as not to be caught and not tortured.

Mimic heart.

I lifted his body, surprised turned out to be behind the loose robe that he was wearing, although quite so but his body was very light.

I ordered the driver to drive the vehicle to the hospital where Mom was being treated.

During the journey, Nafisa kept on cursing. His eyes were closed, there were tears flowing from the corner of the net.

The woman's lips were pale, I saw in her palms a lot of scuff marks. Although I know that I can't touch, but I hold her skinny fingers. Chilly. Contrary to his high fever body.

At the hospital, doctors said a fracture in the knee caused severe inflammation. If not treated immediately, Nafisa will be permanently disabled.

The doctor also suggested a thorough visa to see any scars and bruises on his body.

I approve. Mikail looked at the frail-looking woman helplessly above the gurney. My cousin liked Nafisa or at least once liked her.

His look was full of guilt. Just like my tatwpan to Nafisa. But the absolute mistake was with me. As long as Nafisa is in prison, with the power and connections I have, I order the warden and the prisoner to torture her.

At that time I was really angry when I saw all the evidence pointing to Nafisa. I want him to get a more serious retribution from his crimes against Mom.

Apparently, my own wife poisoned Mom. Expecting the death of the woman who gave birth to me.

I massaged the tip of my nose when the doctor came up with the results of the visa.

My knee suddenly limp when I heard Nafisa had experienced sexual violence that caused her core area to have an infection.

Doctors suggested that Nafisa be treated in the ICU because it turns out he also had bronchitis. I obey him, asking all to provide the best care for Nafisa.

Mother asked Nafisa. When I accidentally saw Nafisa being pushed over the gurney towards the ICU room, Mom's body trembled violently. Unstoppable tears.

The doctor finally injected a quiet medicine to put my mother to sleep.

For days, Nafisa was unconscious. His condition was so severe that doctors wondered how he could survive that long in prison.

Again, it's all my fault. I was too blind to see that it was impossible for Nafisa to hurt Mom for any reason.

Nafisa gets high dose antibiotic infusion and anti-inflammatory.

For days I let Valerie crouch in the barn. My place teaches those who are missing debt installments and trying to run away or dare to oppose my decision.

But this heart still can't bear to torture Valerie, the woman I love so much. My orders are for him to be detained there. That'sthat's all.

Unlike Nafisa who I myself once slapped and kicked her stomach because of wrath for the actions alleged to her.

The days passed where I focused on monitoring the stronger Mother and the weaker Nafisa.

If Nafisa doesn't survive, then I'm the killer.

The End of POV

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A doctor approached the gurney where Nafisa was lying with many infusion tubes delivering medicinal fluids to her veins.

Entering the fourteenth day, Nafisa was still at home closing her eyes. His condition is still unstable. Although the infection and inflammation have been resolved, but not with his lungs.

Breathing Nafisa is still difficult so now he is assisted by a ventilator.

A nurse reported the development of Nafisa, the doctor nodded and examined the infusions.

After the nurse left, the doctor brought her face closer to Nafisa's ear.

“Defend, yes, Darling. You are strong, you can.”

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Hearing the barn door open, Valerie raised her face that was face-down on the table. I don't know how many days he's been held in that godforsaken place.

“Zayn, it wasn't me who hurt Mom. I can't get along and don't even like him, but give him another chance. Please,” ragau Valerie after squandering and then rest at the feet of her husband.

Zayn Malik's wife's appearance was very messy. For days he was held in a narrow room with a makeshift bathroom. There was no bed so for the first time in his life he slept on the floor.

Zayn flinched silently. His eyes looked at the woman who was prostrating and crying at her feet.

“Stand, Val.”

“Thank you, Darling. I know you'll believe me. I love you ..”

“Zayn? You believe me, right?

“Valerie Bianca Radisson, I divorce you with triple talaq. Pack your things from home. Today you have to get out of there!”

“No! Zay! You cannot divorce me. This is all just a misunderstanding.”

Zayn stepped away, Valerie hugging the man's body from behind.

“Darling, I know you love me so much. Let's get out of here and live wherever we want. Zayn, you always told me that you can't live without me.”

Zayn violently broke Valerie's hand. He turned around then looked at the newly divorced wife with unsettled eyes.

Forward step by step. The gaze rained down on Valerie's netra until the woman pricked and retreated.

“Why, Val? Why did you hurt Mom? You want to kill Mom? All this time you heated me up by saying Nafisa envied your closeness to Mom. I almost killed that woman, Val!”

“I'm not warming up to you Zayn. Nafisa is the culprit here. I told you he hates me. She doesn't want Mom to be close to me.”

“Then can explain why for months your bracelet can be in Mom's hands? There's even a trace of it in Mom's palm. Can you explain, Val?”

“I don't know either, dear. Maybe when I visit, Mom wants to grab my hand and ..”

“DIAM! Shut the fuck up Val! Now you want to blame Mom?”

Valerie jerks. Zayn never snapped at him.

With a quivering voice holding in anger, Zayn continued, “I've checked the footage and not once has Mom moved during the months. The bracelet was pulled while you were beside Mom disguised as Nafisa. You are smart enough to know which CCTV blank spot is in the house Mother.”

Still persistent persistence, Valerie persuaded Zayn gently, “Not, dear. It's Nafisa. And don't ask me how Mom got that bracelet.”

Zayn stared in disdain at his ex-wife.

“Mika, bring a laptop containing footage of the incident.”

Mikail who was waiting outside the room came and turned on the recording.

There, Nafisa is making a cake tutorial as she often shares on her social media channels.

Valerie snorted in annoyance.

“Why should I watch that bastard girl anyway?”

Zayn replied with a kettle, “See the back of his palm. There are burn scars obtained when the store is burned out. Now view this recording.”

The footage when Maryam died was witnessed by a woman with a robe and veil.

She touched Mary's face with her right hand. There are no scars, but faint birthmarks are visible near the pinky.

Valeri reflexes covered the back of her hand.

“Stupidly I never saw more clearly that time. Now what's your defense? Nafisa covered her scar and made a birthmark like yours?” Ask Zayn cynically.

“Go, Val, your husband has not yet vented his wrath on you,” Mikail added slowly.

“Shut! Lest you conspire with Nafisa to accuse me, right? It's not that easy you can get rid of me!” Jerky Valerie rough.

“Enough, Val! Don't let me see you again! I myself will torment you worse than Nafisa. My patience is running out.” Zayn hissed trying to contain his murk.

“Zayn. Honey, give me a chance once more.”

Suddenly both cheeks Valerie felt hot. Zayn slapped so hard that blood came out of the corner of his lips.

“My mom almost died because of you. I almost killed an innocent woman for your slander. No matter how much my love used to be, it's gone. You are a curse woman. Get out of my life, while your legs haven't been broken.”

Without waiting for Valerie's reaction, Zayn immediately exited the room followed by Mikail.

Valerie fell down thinking about her fate. Mary is back from the dead. Praying for Nafisa so that the woman does not survive.

A bodyguard came and ordered him to leave.

“Hey where, car to drive me?” Snap Valerie.

“You are no longer Valerie Malik who can rule us. Go!”

Furious, Valerie threatened, “Zayn will beg me to come back. And if that time arrives ..”

Bodyguard it's chuckling, “Ba-cot. Get outside! There's ojeg at the base. Online taxis are not here. Buru!”

Impatiently, the young man encouraged Valerie to exit the warehouse area and then locked the gate.

Valerie walked towards the ojeg base. Stuck in high heels that tread the muddy ground.

Some of the whistling ojek crossbars saw his body exposed due to the lack of material clothes.

Shortly after, Valerie arrives at the house she shared with Zayn.

Her heart slipped to see her red mini copper car was already outside the fence with suitcases and boxes of goods.

Gate is tightly closed. Valerie knocked even banged for opening. Not a single guard answered.

Gontai, he put his things in the car and drove to his own house.

Upon arriving, Valerie went straight into the room. Take the wine and sip it slowly to find peace.

Hapeya. A link was sent by his manager.

Her eyes were wide open on the viral news headline; Zayn Malik Divorced Valerie. Could He Be the Real Villain?

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