The Pawned Marriage

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Hopeful to worry, Nafisa drives her car to the house that used to be inhabited with Reno.

The woman was worried that Dela was right, that her children had forgotten or were ashamed to have a mother who had been imprisoned.

“Bismillaah, yasarallah …. Please forgive Allah,” murmured when entering the housing complex.

Some neighbors are gathering to buy snacks that usually pass in the afternoon. They saw Nafisa coming.

“Mbak Nafisa, what's new?” Ask Bude Nanik. Neighbors who cheered on the children but instead sided with Dela and insulted Nafisa.

There was still a reproach from Bude Nanik when Nafisa came with longing but was accused of workaholism and the heart to leave children.

Freshly remembered how after Reno had pushed Nafisa and walked her, the mothers had no mercy.

Not wanting to mince words, Nafisa answered and then stepped into the yard of the house that had once been his palace.

Not yet had time to knock on the door was heard the screams of two small children desperately calling out to him.

“Mama .. Mama .. Milo kangen,” shouted the Bungsu who immediately scattered and hugged his mother tightly.

Demikan was also with Aurelie who was teary-eyed but said nothing but immediately hugged and buried her face in her mother's body.

“Mama don't go,” whispered Aurelie finally.

“Iya, Darling. Mama will often be with you from now on.”

On the doorstep, Reno and Dela looked with cold gazes at the meeting of the biological mother and her tear-filled children.

The nannies were ready to take her with Aurelie and Milo's belongings.

Nafisa.

“You don't have to come, I can take care of my children without your help.”

Dela was about to refute but Nafisa looked at her with a defiant look. The woman was silent and intentional.

Reno just said, “Let us pick up.”

Lazily replied, Nafisa just nodded then told her children to say hello and took them to the car.

“Waaah, Mama car baluu,” cetus Milo with sparkling face.

Maryam presents Nafisa with the latest BMW X5 series luxury car. The car is rarely used. Nafisa with all the simplicity and diligence to be independent prefer to use an online taxi.

But especially to face Reno and Dela, he did not hesitate to drive the luxury car.

“Alhamdulillah, yuk, up. Tonight we're going to Mama's house, tomorrow to Oma Maryam's. Want no?”

“Mauuu!!” Both cheering.

Before Nafisa got into the car, Bude Nanik and some mothers approached.

“Mbak, we want to apologize. We used to get carried away and immediately defended Bu Dela without cross check first.”

“Alright, Bude, sorry I have to go,” replied Nafisa who was really lazy to talk to her former neighbor.

One person said, “Abis Mbak Nafisa not stories anyway why suddenly work.”

Resisting emotions, Nafisa replied, “If Mom is in my position, will she immediately indulge in the disgrace of husband?”

“Ngak, Ma'am. Forgive us.”

“Already, everything has passed. Hopefully the future is good for all of us,” reply Nafisa by trying to smile.

“Brogging ..” Celtuk Bude Nanik while sneering.

Nafisa glanced then briefly got into the car to start the car. Do not forget to open a little glass so that the child is safe inside.

Remain calm he faced a row of cute neighbors in front of him.

“Begini, Bude. As human beings, we are obliged to forgive each other. Honestly, what you said to me at the time was very painful. We have known each other for a long time, not a day or two. We also keep phone numbers. Why not just trust the truth and even immediately trust his new wife Reno?”

The women are flirting. Being slapped because it was such an easy time incited by Dela's speech.

“If we have only one, two days to know, I understand. Bude Nanik, we often drink afternoon tea together, stories of all sorts. According to Bude, is it possible that I would be willing to leave my child just to pursue money so care giver? Have you guys been looking at me as a greedy and crazy woman of treasure?”

“Not, but, Dela says ..” Bude Nanik tried to defend himself.

“I proceed to accept all of this. Including the process of forgiveness. I'm not a hypocrite who just accepts forgiveness but inwardly still pans. So I'm the one who's sorry if it doesn't respond with a friendly hug.”

No one dared to answer Nafisa.

“Alright, I'm sorry, assalamualaykum.”

Relieved to be in the car, Nafisa turned to her busy children who were amazed by her mother's new car.

“Mama, there's sun roof. Bukain, Milo pep stand.”

“Bby, but if still inside the complex yes. Exit gate must be closed. Dangerous,” replied Nafisa with a smile. Milo does have a high curiosity.

Slowly, Nafisa was running the car, while Milo shouted as if he was fighting in a war.

Meanwhile, Aurelie chose to move to the front seat and hold Nafisa's hand.

“Aurelie Kangen, Ma.”

“Mama also. Later that night we sleep together in Mama's room. Just the three of us.” Nafisa rubbed gently on Aurelie's cheek.

“Milo, let's sit down. Mama wants to close the sun roof.”

“Okay, Mom. Milo wants to wear seatbealt as well as kayak brother.

Skillfully, Milo's fat fingers pinned the beat seat and then he sat like a boss who was being escorted by his driver and bodyguards.

The mother and son enjoyed a moment of togetherness by singing, chattering, until they arrived at Nafisa's house.

There was already a bodyguard placed Zayn to guard the house.

Milo exclaimed, “Waaa, mama already like the president there are guardians.”

“Iya dong, president director of cake shop.”

Milo walked in a rancid style past the bodyguard who held back a laugh and immediately saluted.

Nafisa and Aurelie walked behind him while laughing amusedly looking at the behavior of the little man much of that style.

Once inside the house, Milo turns into an aleman. Run towards Nafisa's room and immediately lay her body down while patting the mattress.

“Mama bobo here, remove the veil, Milo want to play hair.”

Aurelie followed and immediately slept on the other side giving Nafisa space to lie between them.

Nafisa was unceasingly grateful because her children did not forget her one bit. They remain Aurelie and Milo who are happy spoiling.

Nafisa kissed her two children. They joked, laughing off the longing that had been tightening the chest for months.

When Milo finally fell asleep, Aurelie said, “Mama, I've seen Mama outside of school. Why didn't Mom come in? Is it true that Mama Dela said that Mama went to jail for killing people?”

Trying to suppress emotions, Nafisa said softly, “Mama misses you guys, but is afraid to enter. True, Mama was in jail, but that's because Mama was slandered. Forgive Mama, yes for leaving you guys often.”

“Mama ... Mama doesn't kill people, right? Mama Dela used to say that Mama was the killer.”

“Naudzubillah, the heinous act was far from Mama's mind,” replied Nafisa trying to temper her anger. In his heart he promised to make calculations with Dela.

Her eldest said in a spoiled tone, “Aurelie dear Mama. Aurelie doesn't want Mama to go anymore. Can't Milo and I stay with Mama?”

“You want to stay with Mama?”

“Mau, just pity Papa.”

“Papa will have Aunt Dela soon have children. She's happy.”

“Every night, Papa goes into the room and keeps hugging us for a long time. Aurelie pretends to be asleep, but desperately, Papa is crying.”

“Nangis?”

“Iya, Mother. Every night, Papa always kissed Aurelie's forehead while saying, ‘May you be all right Nafisa, Darling.’ That way. Why don't we stay together like we used to, Ma?”

Nafisa took a long breath. Heart's pinched.

“Kan now Papa is married to Aunt Dela, so yes we can not stay together like before. But clearly Mama and Papa Iaaang very much the same you guys.”

Aurelie's voice was heard softly when she said, “Papa .. Papa also still loves Mama.”

***

During the children's stay at home, Nafisa takes them to the tavern, walks to the playground, drives and picks up school, and they always sleep in the room.

Unlike Dela who indulges in toys, Nafisa prefers activities where her children can explore.

The school teachers are relieved to see Nafisa has returned with the children even though it is only a week. Aurelie and Milo also look more cheerful since meeting Nafisa.

Maryam had called back and forth, asking for an appointment for Aurelie and Milo to stay at her house.

However, the middle-aged woman realized that Nafisa and the children needed time to be together after so many months apart.

That afternoon, Nafisa prepared items to take to Maryam's house when she saw Zayn Malik's car stop in front.

“Duh, why are people packing here.”

Not wanting to cause an ugly impression, Nafisa opened the door after reusing her veil.

“Assalamualaykum, hello Nafisa. I was told Mom to pick you up and the kids.”

“Waalaykumussalam, please come in, sir. Could it be, people just called Mom and I said I want to go alone there,” replied Nafisa half whispered.

Zayn just laughed then walked into the back garden of the house which counted only a few steps from the main door. His eyes went around observing the house of Nafisa.

“Please, do not consider your own home, loh,” said Nafisa.

Again Zayn just smiled while glancing at Nafisa.

For some reason, Nafisa bergidig and hope Zayn behaves as usual: the refrigerator.

“Mama ... Mama who came?” Milo exclaimed from his room. The boy was silent to see Zayn's figure who looked handsome but was furious because of a tattoo popping out from behind a shirt.

“Mama, no robbing!” Milo rushed towards Nafisa and hugged her tightly. Similarly, Aurelie who came out and was shocked to see Zayn, immediately hid behind Nafisa.

The man who stood was not shocked because the children of Nafisa's paint scratched the head that was not itchy and then closed the tattoo by buttoning the shirt.

“Kids, this Oom does look like robbing, but he's Oma Maryam.”

Zayn glared at Nafisa's explanation. He sat on his knees and extended his hand.

“Halo, my name is Zayn, you must be Milo.”

“Not, Milo again left,” Milo replied while continuing to hug his mother and not wanting to see Zayn.

“Mama, kayaking in superhero movies, the villain uses pictures on the body,” said Milo lirih.

While Aurelie started peeking at Zayn.

“Oom good people or bad people? If it's bad I'll hit.”

One eyebrow of Nafisa raised, waiting for Zayn's reply.

“Good people, dong. If Oom is a bad person, it must have been beaten by your Mama,” he replied as he winked at Nafisa.

Behind her veil Nafisa.

Milo timidly began to look towards Zayn.

“If people are good, why is their body drawn? In the movie that Milo watched, the villain used a picture like Oom. Doesn't have paper until it has to be a picture on the body?” Lecar Milo with lafadz who are still pelo.

“Soalnya less work,” murmured Nafisa which can still be heard clearly by Zayn who again mendelik.

“It's called a tattoo, some people say it's art. Oom likes to wear tattoos, but it turns out that after studying, the tattoo is prohibited in our religion.”

“Not washable? Brother likes the pictures on the hands can be lost if washed using soap. Here Milo help wash.”

“This one can't unfortunately. But thanks for helping. Now you want the same page yet Oom?”

Milo nodded but still hesitantly extended his hand.

Zayn hangs his hand waiting for Milo's reply but Aurelie welcomes him.

“I'm Aurelie, Milo's sister. Beware if Oom is evil with Mama, later I bite.”

Twice threatened by the beautiful daughter in front of him, in the heart Zayn said, “Fix, this child Nafisa Salsabila.”

Seeing Aurelie brave, Milo also went to greet. His eyes were still looking at Zayn with a look of caution.

To melt the atmosphere, Zayn suddenly said, “Liat deh, Oom can be magic. Look how many coins are there?”

“Two!” Milo exclaimed excitedly because he basically liked something exciting.

“Niiiih, Oom rub. Uh, ilang.”

Milo's eyebrows shot up.

“Loh, where? Not jatoh.” He then walked around Zayn who pretended not to know.

Inevitably, Nafisa smiled at the attractions that Zayn made.

“In his pocket, Oom,” strangles Aurelie with a laugh.

“Not, but here!” Zayn replied while clapping his hands and the two coins reappeared in his palm.

“Yaay! Oom great. Again dong, can not make this house disappear?” Milo asked with sparkling eyes.

Zayn whose magic ability is very very limited can only frown and then shake his head.

“Ajakin, Oom play in the back. Mama wants to enter the goods for a while then we leave.”

Zayn looked up at Nafisa, convincing the lion mama to entrust Aurelie and Milo to her.

Before returning to improve, Nafisa said slowly to Zayn, “Review if there is anything with them, later I ..”

“Gigit! No way, my sister married, then you can bite me,” replied Zayn with a ignorant face but hope.

“Call introduction.”

“Serious?”

Nafisa nodded then gave Zayn a code to follow Milo who had been tugging at the tall man's hand to play in the back garden.

Nafisa deliberately did not close the front door and had the bodyguard stand guard in front of the terrace to avoid slander.

From inside, Nafisa saw the other side of Zayn. The warm side, full of laughter, even sometimes clenched.

Almost finished packing, sounding greeting, “Assalamualaykum.”

Mikail was standing in the doorway with her eyes staring intently at her older cousin who was rolling around while joking with Milo.

“Waalaykumussalam. Mr Mikail? Why?”

“I ... I want to pick you up with the kids, keep going to mall.”

No time Nafisa replied, with Milo already sitting on his shoulder, Zayn said, “No need, Nafisa and the children are the same as me. Kasian delo.”

***