The Pawned Marriage
Wake up, honey
“Honey, don't sleep long. You have to wake up, yes.”
Sayup-sayup Nafisa heard a familiar voice.
Already several times the Breath between conscious and not hearing the voice whispered in his ear.
I wanted to ask, but his tongue was stiff. Want to see but the eyes still want to be closed.
“Promise, yes, you must be strong. Don'tgo. Wake up, Honey.”
Nafisa heard a woman's voice say something to the man who had just whispered in her ear, then the two moved away.
“Ha .. us.”
This time Nafisa tried hard to move her tongue. Like something is in the way.
“Yes Allah. Patient Nafisa conscious.” I heard a woman's voice.
“Mi. num,” says weak Nafisa.
“Doctor, quickly check. Where did the doctor go?”
***
Zayn sits in a gazebo located in the back garden of Maryam's house.
Since his mother was allowed to go home, Zayn decided to stay there. At once reluctant to return to the house once occupied with Valerie.
Although now he hates Valerie, but the fond memories of the woman who had been his wife for many years often flashed.
“Nak, how come? Later kesambit.”
Drowning in his mind, Zayn was unaware his mother had been standing there for a long time.
“Loh, how to get here by yourself? Where's Mbok Mi?”
Maryam stroked Zayn's face which looked shabby. Thick beards, irregular whiskers, and blackened eye bags.
“Mbok Mi I told you to finish shop. I want another street shop. So if Nafisa wakes up, everything is like you. Btw, you're such a mess anyway? Even so you are still the son of the most handsome Mother, kok,” seloroh Maryam.
Zayn snorted but from his lips came a smile.
“Children Mother is just one,” she answered briefly while raising both eyebrows.
“And there is Mika,” reply Maryam does not want to lose with eyes glancing witty.
“Oiya, likes to forget the same human one it.”
The two laughed as Zayn led his mother to sit on a park bench.
On a clear morning, the park which was a few months left by the owner now appears to bloom again.
“Zayn has divorced Valerie. I'm sorry, Mom. If only I had obeyed Mom's words not to marry her,” said Zayn lirih.
“That has passed. Now focus ahead. Make mistakes a lesson.”
Maryam had no intention of asking her son to rethink about the divorce. Valerie is a human with a broken soul.
Zayn stared deep into the blue sky. Cloud marching. His skin felt a gentle wind blow. Eyes closed.
Maryam secretly glanced at her son.
“Tumben dress up. I didn't even know you had.”
“Buye bought yesterday. I was at dawn in the mosque.”
“Maa shaa Allah. Zayn, thank God, son. You pray again.”
Down, a tear dripped.
“Honey, why? What's up?”
“Zayn this accursed man, Mom. Laknat.”
For the first time Maryam saw Zayn sobbing. His son is a refrigerator man who rarely shows his feelings.
“Istighfar, Darling. Allah is Ever Forgiving.”
“I almost killed someone innocent.”
“Ya Allah ... What did you do?”
Zayn closed his face with both hands and shook his head.
“I almost got Nafisa killed. While he was in prison, I told all the prisoners and guards to be mean to him. I'm angry, Mom. I thought he was the one who hurt Mom.”
“Innalillaahi wa innaailayhi rooji’un. Zayn, life and death are in the hands of God. If Mom died at that time, the last thing I want is for you to be a killer.”
The news that Maryam had just heard made her shaken.
All this time Maryam thought Nafisa had indeed experienced cruelty in prison. But all of that was at the behest of his son.
Being ruthless was not new to Zayn Malik, let alone the business he had engaged in with borrowing billions of dollars.
There have been many defaulters who feel the cruel punishment of Zayn Malik. And he did not feel guilty because the debtors were missing it often reasoned and ran away from the responsibility of paying debts and interest.
He often made bad debtors battered, but there was never a case that was reported to the police.
However, Zayn never physically hurt women. If there are delinquent female debtors, then Zayn is quite bluffing and threatening. There was never any physical violence.
Maryam was not told exactly about Nafisa's condition for fear of shock and her condition weakened again.
He only knew Nafisa was affected by bronchitis, but not by the blows, knee injuries, and sexual violence Nafisa received.
Because of the conditions that still have to be maintained, Maryam is also not allowed to visit directly. Every day Zayn or Mikail gave news of the development of Nafisa.
Mbok Mi and Lastri often memzoek Nafisa. They were also asked not to discuss the true condition of Nafisa to Maryam.
“Bu, Zayn is afraid if Nafisa is not safe.”
“Relax, Zayn, in the Lord if bronchitis, the doctors can cure.”
Both of Maryam's eyebrows were intertwined, seeing Zayn massage the base of her nose. Declining habits of the deceased husband if he is hit by a big problem.
“Honey, tell me everything let you be relieved.”
“Nafisa was tortured in such a way, until his knee was injured. Although the doctor has given the best treatment, there is a possibility that Nafisa will walk with a limp. Then ... then there is also the possibility that he was traumatized because ... because of violence .. sexual ..”
“Zayn ... all on your orders?”
“Except sexual violence.”
“Nafisa ..”
Tears flow from the corner. Zayn sat down in front of his mother.
“Bu, forgive Zayn ..”
Netra Maryam was shocked to imagine the suffering for the sake of suffering that had to be experienced by Nafisa from long ago to now.
Living without knowing the past, a piece of kara, divorced, taken away from children, slandered, and tortured in prison.
Sexual harassment is the height.
“Bu, forgive Zayn ..”
“Mom don't know what to say, Zayn. Why are you such a terrible monster?”
Zayn was speechless. Even more painful, Nafisa was innocent but still had to suffer. If only he had listened to Nafisa's explanation.
Hape Zayn quivered he lifted immediately saw the number that appeared was the number from the hospital.
“Pak Zayn, Bu Nafisa Critical. He was conscious but had heart failure. We ask family to come here immediately.”
“Good, Sister. I'm going there right away.”
“Why Nafisa?”
Zayn's throat was blocked.
“Critis, Mom. Zayn to there, yes.”
“Mothers follow.”
“But, Mom hasn't been strong ..”
“Zayn, shut up and listen. From this moment on, Nafisa will be considered as a child and you. It's enough of your fault for him! Let's quickly leave.”
***
In his sleep, Nafisa felt an excruciating pain in her chest. The ribs are broken like broken. But the tightness felt disappeared and he could return to normal breathing.
He waited for a voice that often whispered in his ear. A voice that can calm. But the voice did not come.
Tired ... unusually tired felt Nafisa.
Now the voices of people speaking are becoming clearer. He recognized the voice of the woman who asked about his condition. Mary, that voice sounded very anxious.
“Bu, thank God I'm healthy. Nafisa Prayer has been granted ..”.
Then the voice of the man. Zay! The man who caused his body to be broken was helpless. His instincts say he has to go all the way from a man named Zayn Malik.
There was the sound of Mary whispering softly in his ear.
“Mother's son, wake up, yuk. I'll take care of you, Nafisa. But get up first, yuk. You will be happy after this. I promise ..”
“Blessed, Mom? Is that happy? Maybe Nafisa is not destined to be happy,” said in his heart.
Nafisa felt her eyes warm and wet.
“Doctor, look, there are tears. He can hear me!” Maryam cried expectantly. Nafisa could feel her fingers being gripped by the woman.
“Alhamdulillah his heartbeat is stable. Encouraged, Mom. Physically the condition of Bu Nafisa has improved, infection, inflammation, and bronchitis have been treated. It's just possible psychologically still traumatized so reluctant to return.”
Like there was a blow to Zayn's heart listening to the doctor's explanation. Mary glanced sharply at her son.
“Can I be here to take care of Nafisa outside the visiting hours?”
“Bu, let's just Zayn. Later Mom soybean.”
“Astaghfirullahaladzim, Zayn, just felt Mom's hand squeezed by Nafisa,” said Maryam again.
“Nak, wake up, Honey. Healthy, yuk. Mother miss the same ketimus, lalampa, the same pastries made by you.”
The lentic eyelashes blinked. Then came a soft voice, “Mother .. Nafisa tired.”
***
