The Pawned Marriage

Not Janur Kuning

“How do you guarantee Nafisa will be able to take good care of her children?”

“Because I will be his companion. Yes, I will marry Nafisa Salsabila then we will raise Aurelie and Milo together.”

While Zayn seemed calm about his decision to marry Nafisa, it was not so with the woman who had just been shocked to hear the words of the man he hated the most in the whole world.

Nafisa covered her mouth with both hands. His eyes glared at Zayn.

Unexpectedly Reno responded in a cold tone, “Is this like the people who will raise my children? Using marriage as a tool to get something? Your Honor, I hope custody of Aurelie and Milo falls absolutely into the hands of me and my wife. We are the ones who are the most worthy to care for them.”

Lawyer Nafisa immediately stood up, worried that his client would have a bad impact.

“Honourable Judge Assembly, frankly this is a new development that I believe is very surprising to Ms. Nafisa. But from this all we can be sure that my client is not a killer as alleged in the beginning.”

The woman continued again, “And regarding marriage, I am sure a soul mate in the hands of God. Mr. Zayn and Ms. Nafisa are both single. It could be that today's incident paved the way for my client and Mr. Zayn to really unite and start a marriage masterpiece without the precedence of infidelity and adultery.”

Not to be outdone, lawyers Reno and Dela were ready to argue but the presiding judge signaled him to be quiet.

“Considering the fall of custody to the father in the first trial, then we see that Ibu Nafisa has struggled tremendously to meet her financial needs. Regarding the status of a former prisoner, we also have no issue. Many former female inmates successfully educate children.”

The Chief Justice paused for a moment then looked straight at Nafisa.

“We are worried about your psychiatric condition. Although we know that you are a strong and strong person, we are worried if your trauma returns when you are with children. We will evaluate within three months. During these three months, please Mr. Reno and Bu Dela return the visit schedule as usual.”

The judge knocked the hammer. Reno seemed to be clenching her hands, her jaw hardening.

Dela held her husband's arm to calm down.

Whispering he said, “Quiet, Ren. That villain won't be Aurelie and Milo.”

After the judges left the room, Reno and Dela left. So did Nafisa, her lawyer, and Zayn.

While Nafisa continued her steps, Zayn stopped to have a serious discussion with the lawyer.

Nafisa stops in front of the elevator with Reno and his wife. Lazy faced with them, Nafisa decided to descend through the stairs.

“Cancel your custody request, Nafisa. You can still marry Zayn, I don't care,” said Reno coldly. The words that made Nafisa stop her steps.

“Ngot going! I will continue to fight for full custody. Oya, I'll pick up Aurelie and Milo this Friday. They stay a full week.”

With a cynical tone Dela said, “The kids are used to it without you. Maybe even they're embarrassed to have an ex-con mother.”

Feeling stuck in the heart, Nafisa tried to stay strong and replied, “That's my business. Just prepare them. Don't interfere.”

“Nafisa! A little courtesy to Dela. She's an amazing mom to kids!” Stomach Reno hard.

Zayn who had just joined after talking to lawyer Nafisa frowned.

“Nobody can talk rudely to my future wife. Del, don't act like a hero. Nafisa's separated from her children also because of you, right?”

“He's taken Reno from me, Zayn. If you don't know anything.”

Zayn shook his head.

“Aduh, you laugh, yes. What kind of world is life in? Anyway, if you want to be respected as a connecting mother, you respect also the birth mother.”

Reno came forward and directly faced Zayn, his eyes staring fiercely.

Staying calm, Zayn said in a mocking tone, “Why are you worried that me and Nafisa are getting married? Is that one of your weapons in the first trial other than Nafisa's financial condition? Are you still ... jealous?”

“I don't want my kids to have a dad connect like you!” Fizzle Reno.

Nafisa came forward to fight.

He said, “I don't want my children to have a mother like him.”

His index point was straight towards Dela.

“You ..” Reno's eyes stare haggardly at his ex-wife.

“Enough! Our breath home. You two, can't it be normal to be people? One can pawn a wife and then marry again. One is already an actor now pretentious to be a hero. We meet in three months and you should be ready.”

Zayn turned to talk to Nafisa but again he lost the veiled woman.

“The woman is very good at disappearing,” her spark in the heart.

Feeling no need to continue the debate, he rushed down the stairs. The sound of Nafisa's steps was already a few floors below.

“Nafisa, wait ..”

Zayn sneered in the belief that Nafisa could hear but deliberately did not want to stop.

Arriving at the lobby, he chased after Nafisa who was walking towards his car.

“Nafisa, stop!” Zayn Malik's.

The one called even got into the car. Not wanting to miss, Zayn got into the passenger seat.

“Can you hear the word sedikiiit aja?”

“In shaa Allah can, just not the Father. Oya Si Belegug Mikail that too. My ears are closed to you both,” replied Nafisa indifferently, busy preparing to leave the religious court office.

Zayn secretly smiled but turned his face away because he did not want Nafisa to see him.

“We have to talk.”

Zayn pushed the button on the car and the engine died.

“Pak, stop taking care of my life. Justjust please. Let me finish everything myself. Even if I fail to get custody, yes already, inevitably I will try sincerely. But I do not want us to make new problems,” cetus Nafisa full of emotions.

“Is it my problem?” Zayn asked, eyebrows raised, self-esteem piqued.

“In outline, Father who is a problem for me. Please, sir, don't worry about making us both regret it. Gini, I'm sorry you sent me to jail. I forgot all the things there. I beg you very, very much, you leave my life or let me go from the Malik family. Agreed?”

Netra Zayn softly listened to the sentence after sentence that Nafisa said with a fiery voice.

“No word of agreement. The only way to fight Reno and Dela is if we get married. Financially do not need to be asked, from the side of psychology for children is also good because we are married couples, then obviously I can take care of you so as not to fraternize. Perfect.”

“Pak, please. Many other ways I can take, do not need Mr...”

Hape Zayn reads and on the screen says Maryam.

“Assalamualaykum, Zayn, is there any news on all entertainment channels if you want to marry Nafisa? Crazy you ... ?”

Nafisa sabotaging the hape from Zayn's hand, “Waalaykumussalam, yes Ma'am. Please ask your child to revoke the crazy idea. I don't want to marry him,” sambar Nafisa.

Mary was silent, not expecting that there was Nafisa there.

“Mmm I mean I want to talk to Zayn, crazy you are so sintered. Mom is happy if you marry Nafisa ..”

Zayn tried to hold back the laughter looking at Nafisa's glaring eyes.

“In shaa Allah Yes Ma'am. But Mother directly dapet the full package, wife and grandchild.” Zayn took back his hape.

“Mothers are so happy, Nak.”

Nafisa looked towards the screen, Maryam looked amazingly radiant.

“Bu .. please Nafisa does not want to marry Mr. Zayn. Nafisa will fight for custody without getting married. Don't expect much, yes, Bu.”

“Oh, fine, Son. Mother understands. Zayn, hear that? Don't bother Nafisa again.”

Zayn was stunned but his eyes caught the wink of his mother's eyes.

“Bbaik. I thought it was a good idea to get Aurelie and Milo.”

Nafisa.

“Pak, don't look for solutions with problems. But anyway, thank you for standing up for me in court.”

“No worries. Tonight I'm going home to the apartment.”

Not understanding what to answer, Nafisa finally replied, “Good. Fii amanillah, assalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam,” replied Mother and child in unison and Zayn immediately got out of Nafisa's car.

After the woman left, Zayn said to Maryam, “Bu, help Zayn to marry Nafisa.”

“Why? Why do you suddenly want to marry Nafisa? I'm not sure you're in love with her. What's the guilt?”

While walking to his car, Zayn continued talking.

“Mixed, Mom. It seems, that dissident woman has already made me like. Plus, I still feel very guilty. But more importantly, with me he will no longer be alone. I promise I'll protect her, Miss.”

“Mother will help Lafisa open her heart to you. But there is no compulsion. If he doesn't want then have to stop.”

“For that, Zayn in shaa Allah will do his own business as well. Pray, Mom, may Nafisa be Zayn's soul mate to heaven.”

“Maa shaa Allah son Mother. Thank God, Mama Seneng you can say that.”

Zayn smiled and nodded. Adzan heard me reverberating.

“Bu, Zayn to mosque first. We'll talk again.”

***

In the dressing room of a TV station, Valerie goes on a rampage. Throwing things, ravaging everything in there.

His assistant could only stare wryly when one of the management managers said it would send a repair bill.

Trending topic that afternoon is the applicationZayn* and *Valeriemengamuk.

Nafisa herself got a lot of responses on her social media accounts. Some are supportive, some are sneering.

Choosing to step aside, Nafisa drove her vehicle to the beach. He needs time to think.

Marrying Zayn would certainly increase the possibility of getting custody, but can he marry a man who has made his life suffer?

Nafisa sitting by the beach. Left his feet occasionally wet due to the pounding of the waves. Looking around, the woman remembers being with Reno and the children often to this beach.

“What's wrong with me being with you, Bang, to such an extent that I hate it?” Nafisa said softly while sighing.

“Halo, hello. We have to stop meeting like gini.”

A man with a mask and sunglasses sat next to Nafisa.

“You followed me?” Tanya Nafisa recognizes him as the man who helped her when she almost committed suicide on the bridge. The man was wearing the same jacket, mask and sunglasses.

“Enak. I joined up. No deh. I used to be the same wife and kids come here often. This beach is the only one in the Capital.”

“Your current or deceased wife?”

“Died? Ooh yes, who is dead. He loved the sound of the waves. You're getting hotter now, with Zayn Malik at the religious court, you know. Waaaw ..”

“I'm here to be alone, uh meet you talking about it again.”

“You have a relationship with him? Isn't he the one who jeblosin you went to jail? I'm kepo,” asked the man chuckled.

“Ck. Gada relationship. He suddenly became a hero. Anyway, it could be Mr. Zayn's proposal to me directly viral it.”

“The netijen eyes and thumbs are now faster than the sound,” reply that man with a flat voice.

They both quietly enjoyed the silir of the wind and the crashing waves.

“You ... You want to marry Zayn Malik?”

Nafisa bit her lips.

“You know, didn't you, my marriage ran aground? The pain left by my ex-husband is still felt today. While in prison and receiving torture, I often compared which one was more sick, betrayed or beaten. Turns out it still hurts betrayed.”

The breath of the man sitting next to him gasped.

“Why, shocked? Surely men think it will not hurt that much to lose love. Wrongfully. The pain reaches the bone. We used to love each other. At least I loved my ex-husband. Maybe he is not, the evidence easily got rid of me who was willing to fight to pay his debt.”

Ogre, Nafisa continued, “If I could ask, what was so great a mistake I made that she hated me. Even if he doesn't love me anymore, at least he'll give me custody. Butno. She instead struggled to show that I was a mother unworthy of taking care of my children.”

“He will fight to keep his children. Because they're the only part of you he still has. Well, or indeed he is a person without a heart, a demon in the form of a human,” reply the man chuckled.

“Most likely the second one yes,” timpal Nafisa also while chuckling.

“Ouch ..”

“You why the hell? As if I hurt you from earlier?”

“As a man, my self-esteem was torn apart.”

“Lebay. You yourself said.”

A pair of seabirds flew across the clear sky in the late afternoon. Behind them, the bustle of cafes preparing to receive guests began to sound.

“Nafisa, maybe I'm just guessing because I don't know you very well. But my feeling is that your ex-husband still loves you very much. He did make a mistake and must take responsibility for marrying his current wife. About Zayn ..”

Nafisa turned her head because suddenly the man fell silent.

“What?”

“Maybe .. maybe he can be a companion for you. Give time so that you guys know each other ..”

“Why are you so excited, anyway?”

“You know that I still love my old wife? I just imagine that she married someone else .. Maybe my world collapsed.”

“Yeah, drama. You should pray that your late wife is calm there, then try to love your current wife.”

“I know. My kids all look like their mothers. I often go into their rooms just to imagine my wife. There is no day I go by without missing him.”

“Then your wife is now?”

“Of course you don't know. He loves me very much, but this heart is not yet open to him. I've accepted her as a wife, proven she's pregnant with my son. But this heart, no.”

“Fight, Friend. It's not fair for him to live without your love.”

“Thank you for the advice, loh, Friend,” reply the man again while chuckling.

“You why not open the mask and glasses?”

“Let's have a crush.”

“Innallahi. I've been quite dizzy with my problem.”

“You also why not open the veil? Joking. There will be artists who divorce and open the veil. Use press conference anyway. You don't want to follow?Must be viral, the title would-be wife Zayn Malik remove the veil.”

“Let's have a crush.”

“Udah ..”

“What?” Nafisa.

“Means if people talk first. I'm telling you, it's mending us like this. Although I've actually seen your face fit in the ICU. It's just that, a lot of infusion. From the mouth, nose. Not cool ..”

“Sials. Btw, what's your name?”

“Sabtio .. Sabtio Naren.”

“Doctor Naren? Still practice in the same hospital?”

“Yep. Call aja Tio.” The man threw a stone into the water.

“Consider marrying Zayn. You are no longer alone facing this world.”

Nafisa shook her head strongly.

“I'm scared, Yo. My ex-husband used to be a protector and a place to depend. What reality?”

“Maybe Zayn is better than a human like your ex-husband. Give yourself and yourself a chance to get to know each other. If there is no match, yes fate, singles again.”

“Iih is not funny tau, Yo.” Nafisa covered her face with both hands.

Sabtio turned his head then looked at Nafisa.

“Already, already. Life is flowing, but we must be captains to ourselves. The water ripples in the back were not left to the front. Don't drown in the past. Bitter used to not necessarily bitter in front.”

“Not necessarily sweet too, right? Cuaaakz.”

Nafisa suddenly laughed.

“I .. I don't know why I laugh, when it feels bitter. But thank you, I've spoken twice in front of you. Hmm I have to go home, the hunt's jammed. I'll think about Zayn. Make a difference to his enlightenment. Take care, Yo. If I see you again, I'm not upset. Pamit, yes. Assalamualaykum.”

Sabtio only nodded at a glance. From the corner of his eyes saw Nafisa road away towards the car park.

His eyes looked back to the horizon.

“Blessed, Nafisa ..” Murmured.

***

Zayn sits in a penthouse overlooking the main metropolitan streets.

In front of her were scattered pictures of Nafisa from being a child in a home, marriage, to being a mother. He read a report from the detective he hired to investigate Nafisa's background. It all just started in a home that has been out of operation for decades.

Although he was an only child, but the affection of father and mother always accompanied the journey of Zayn's life. While Nafisa is a kara without any memory of her past.

Detectives say that there was once a sheikh from Dubai looking for a child named Nafisa Salsabila. But the search was stopped because there was no bright spot.

When detectives investigated, no one knew who the sheikh really was so there was no important information related to Nafisa's past.

Hape Zayn. I don't know how many times Valerie has contacted either by phone to message. From insults to requests for reference.

Zayn took a long breath. It is undeniable that he still loves Valerie, but the vile deeds without the slightest regret make Zayn steady to retreat. Her, it was not as difficult and painful as it was to take Valerie off.

Although not a holy and clean figure let alone religious observance, but Zayn knows the boundaries that should not be violated. Killing was never on his dictionary. Throwing vile slander would also not be on his mind.

Since getting married, she has tried hard to make Valerie accepted by her mother. Even turning a blind eye to the behavior of his wife who is less beautiful.

Zayn kept asking his mother to open her heart to Valerie by saying because his wife was born and raised in America so she has a different character.

Two things become regret Zayn Malik. The first is to bring Val into the Malik family until Maryam is almost killed. Second, put Nafisa in jail on empty charges.

The hape goes off again. Not wanting to deal, Zayn blocked Valerie's phone.

He jumped when he heard the door of the penthouse digedor.

Suspecting it was Valerie, Zayn peeked into the door hole and saw Mikail who had just returned home from overseas duty.

“Hey, Bro,” greet Zayn while opening the door.

Without further ado, Mikail directly floated a bogem into Zayn's face.

“Jerk, you want to let alone the same Nafisa? Not enough you torture, now you want to marry him?”

Zayn rubbed his hit face and immediately dodged when Mikail attacked him again.

They both hold black belts in martial arts.

“Mik, sit. I can clearin.”

“Lu emang shithead. Here you!” Mika continues to attack.

Zayn initially only avoided having to retaliate occasionally. His body was taller and bigger than his cousin's sister so it wasn't difficult for him to fight back.

“Mika, stop it!”

With a single pit, Zayn managed to knock out Mikail.

“Fuck you, Zayn. You don’t even like her.” Mika tries to let go of her cousin's sister.

“It seems, I'm in love with him, Mik. Sorry.”

“Aaaaargh, off!”

Zayn releases Mika while her cousin's sister already looks messed up. They both sat next to each other on the carpet.

“Gue likes her Zayn. You know she's the first woman I ever liked.”

“Keep what you want? Honestly, I do not love him yet, but I feel very comfortable with Nafisa even though she is not angry. Someone needs to take care of Nafisa. She uda experienced a lot of things pait.”

“Well, you made it too. And I just follow what you say when my heart is sure Nafisa will not hurt Bude.”

“Nafisa hasn't said agree, Mik. I'll try.”

“Gue also.”

“Means?”

“Gue will make Nafisa fall in love with me. We compete get him.”

“Damn, can't do that, Mik.”

“Nope, as long as there is no yellow janur, he is still available. But before we start, I'll ask you to back off. I am also more than capable of keeping Nafisa.”

“Ngak will.”

***