The Pawned Marriage

Late, Move

“Oom, this is Oma Maryam's house? What house is the palace?” Ask plain Milo.

“There's a line of bodyguards, Dek. Look there.”

Aurelie pointed to the security line that was doing the morning apple.

Zayn intentionally honked and they immediately faced the vehicle.

With respect, everyone saluted.

Milo's eyes twinkled at the unusual activities he encountered. Usually in the complex there are only two or three level security officers who are on guard.

“Mama, we take a car from the gate to the terrace just not nyampe-nyampe,” chirps Aurelie is just as innocent.

The heads of the two children turned to and fro. Expect to see the swans gracefully come out of the pool and spread their wings as if welcoming guests who come.

“Mama now stay here?” Milo's eyebrows shot high waiting for his mother's answer.

“Sometimes here, sometimes at Mama's house,” Nafisa replies while stroking her son's head.

Zayn replied, “Now this is your Mama's house too, kok.”

“Waaaa Mama now konglo ... congo .. conmerate, what's Ma?” Tanya Aurelie tried to say a word that was too difficult for a child her age.

Zayn and Nafisa laughed. Then Nafisa replied, “Conglomerate, Dear. And no, this is not Mama's house but Oma's. Oom Zayn ni ngaco.”

Zayn stole a glance towards Nafisa who was sitting in the back with Aurelie. While beside him Milo was busy pointing here and there.

A sense of warmth runs through Zayn's heart.

“That's Oma, hey Oma. Oom open window, Milo wants to head out.”

“Milo don't be weird,” forbid Nafisa to her youngest child.

According to his mother's words, Milo just waved his hand while calling Oma.

As soon as the car stops, Aurelie and Milo race to hug Maryam.

“Waaah The Beautiful and the handsome.”

Aurelie smiled shyly while Milo laughed widely, her nose was said to be handsome.

Zayn came down with the bags.

“Sorry, sir, here I bring,” said Nafisa is not good.

“You've got the kids, take them to the back garden, I have a surprise.”

Maryam glanced at her son and was very happy to see Zayn's radiant face.

“Nafisa, yuk temenin kids. I've prepared the same juice pastries on the terrace.”

“Come Mama,” take Milo and then pull Nafisa's hand.

While Zayn put the bag in two rooms that he had prepared for the children of Nafisa.

“May mother and children like,” murmured Zayn saw the work of interior designer who rented two days juggling room decoration.

From the back porch sounds a joyful cry, “Swimming pool! Mama, grab a swimsuit, Milo wants to splash.”

Nafisa did not believe her vision. Just a few days after she left Maryam's house, the adult pool was closed for the safety of her sons and daughters.

Next to the gazebo there is now a pool for small children, complete with slides and a waterfall cave.

“This is all Zayn's ideas. Mom can't talk to you. Be 24 hours non-stop as long as you are not here. How's it? Like no?”

“Maa shaa Allah, Loves, Mom. Thank ye. Oh my, Milo. Here first change clothes do not immediately melt.”

From inside the house, Zayn came out carrying two swimsuits for Milo and Aurelie.

“Wear this, may the size match. Yesterday Oom bought only about aja.”

Aurelie. “Swimming little mermaid!”

“Veating clothes avengers! Oom change his clothes here?”

Nafisa hurriedly prevented Milo who was ready to take off the clothes.

“In room, come.”

“I've prepared the dressing room also on the side. So don't go far to the room.”

“Good, Sir. Thank you so much for all this. Come Milo, Aurelie.”

While Nafisa and her children are still in the dressing room, Zayn and her mother sit on the porch.

“Olderly mother did not see your face like cheerful and radiant.”

Not willing to agree immediately, Zayn complicates things by saying, “Any mother who never saw, I was always glowing, again.”

“Pelan-pelan yes. That breath is still fragile.”

Netra Zayn leads to a boisterous low dressing room with the voices of her mother and children.

“I really like it, Mom. Not just guilt or guilt. Although every talk to me innately he was angry. In fact, I hug, say that everything will be fine.”

“Wah don't hug, you'll be beaten.”

Zayn chuckles. From the direction of the dressing room Milo ran already wearing a stel swimsuit with a picture of the Avengers with swimming glasses perched on his head.

“Omaaa, I'm more handsome?”

“Pastya. Perfect fit with you.”

“Yay! Thanks Oom!” Milo soaring pleasure.

Aurelie appeared in a swimsuit with the theme Little Mermaid.

Holding his mother he came to Maryam and Zayn and kissed her hands.

“Thank you, Oom and Oma.”

“Like?” Ask Zayn.

Still timid, Aurelie nodded and hugged her mother.

“Pak, Mom, thank you very much. I .. astaghfirullah, this is a child, Milo a handsome boy and sholih, yuk glide the usual. Danger if you slump his head downstairs! I take care of Milo first. Come on, Aurelie.”

“Let me nemenin Milo, change it first.”

Before long Zayn came out wearing a set of swimsuits. Nafisa had to duck down to keep her eyes off the handsome face and perfectly formed body.

“Mama joined nyembur,” pinta Milo with an idea that makes Nafisa confused to respond what because now Zayn is also staring at him.

“Mama keep it here. You play with Oom, yeah. Sir for a moment I want to talk.”

“What's up?” Ask Zayn as the road approaches. His brown eyes stared softly.

Sizzling Nafisa said, “Don't give a weird idea to Milo, the boy is reckless.”

Trying to put on a serious face, Zayn nodded. “Ready!”

Not for a minute, Milo was excited to play. Turns out Zayn bought a water gun and there was an exciting scene of shooting each other between them.

Aurelie chose to laugh and cheered on her sister while sitting in a Jacuzzi shower.

The mood of the morning was happy. The house that was usually quiet and cold was now crowded with the cries of children.

One of the kitchen workers who looked out of the window said to his friends.

“May Non Nafisa want to marry Mr. Zayn. Just this time I saw Mr. Zayn's friendly face. Usually it's haunted and ready to eat people.”

“You've never seen Non Nafisa without a veil? I've been. Real pretty. Wuiiih Madam Val mah far away. If you get married, Mr. Zayn threw a stone and got a diamond,” said other workers.

“We pray for their soul mate. Sakjane, I was very close to Miss Valerie. Wis jan, very similar njomplang Non Nafisa. Sing siji judes, sijine ruamahe pol.”

They also continue to talk about the possibility of Nafisa being paired with Zayn while working.

***

During the day, Milo and Aurelie had fallen asleep. They like their room.

For Milo, the nuance is blue with a super hero theme. Aurelie is pink with a Little Ponny theme.

Nafisa tidied up the clothes in the dressing room after swimming.

On the terrace, Zayn was sitting leisurely sipping coffee.

“Sit here, temenin me.”

Nafisa panting-cloak looking for Maryam.

“Mother was in the room she said she wanted to take a nap.”

Awkwardly, Nafisa sat down taking a seat some distance away from Zayn.

At a glance, Nafisa glanced in disbelief.

“Totally. I like the same little boy. Before Val married, I loved going to an orphanage. There playing with them, singing, eating together.”

“Now?”

Zayn.

“Val does not like small children. Said noisy. We also postponed having children, because he is still working in entertainment business.”

“Start another visit to Panti, Pak.” Nafisa reluctantly responds about Valerie.

Zayn's eyes sparkled.

“Tomorrow, yuk. We'll take Aurelie and Milo. The Orphanage is great, really. Kurenov. For the orphans of the dhuafa. There is also a school if they want to go there. There are also schools in the nearest public or private. All free.”

“Maa shaa Allah, I did not expect. Can, later I readyin cupcakes and snack.”

“You don't want us to go to the shopping mall for them tonight? I thought about buying them bags and pencil cases.” Zayn excited.

“Not online? More muuur... uh sorry to forget, the money is not beamed.”

“Start crush?” Zayn raised his eyebrows.

“I even insecure the same Father. From small living in a home. Sometimes if the water pump is trouble, yes shower at times, sir. The road used to be two kilos. Then you are very different from the side of the association. Where the pantes of my kayak people are with the Father. Gini deh, I thought again if you want further acquaintance with me.”

“Not back? I guess I haven't been sleeping with you. Faith is still cupu, tattoo is also sebadan.”

“Badan?” Lustrous breath.

“Yep, mostly. I've found out to remove it, but it turns out to be more ill and religiously discouraged. Why shocked? Do you want to give us a chance to know each other?”

“Not so. Marriage should bring calm. Then the criterion I am looking for a companion is that he should have a good religion including knowledge of Qur’an and hadith. Then he was financially able. I put the tattoo means ..”

“PR I'm still the first two, yes?”

“Three actually Sir. Because the source of income of the father of a business that is not halal and thoyyib. The interest on the loan is usury and hated by Allah.”

“Sorry, Reno same time you also use that criteria?”

“Unfortunately, no. I used to marry Reno because I fulfilled her mother's request. I really like it, but if asked you are ready to get married at that time? Yes not. But over time the love grew even though it turned out that our marriage was not long. Then from that forward I'm more careful.”

“I used to be the same Val just see physical. To me, she is the most beautiful woman. He must be mine. Just as shallow as my thoughts about marriage and marriage.”

Nafisa leaned against the back of the chair, her eyes glaring far away.

Zayn's voice sounded soft, “I feel calm every near you. From the past, even when you were still in Yogya, you have brought peace to me through how you look after Mom. I never got that feeling from Val. Do you ever think it's not the same as me?”

“Yes Allah, not Sir. I wear this veil not only to close myself from non mahram but also to keep this heart from the wrong person.”

“Now is there a taste?”

“Nakshir? Haven't. But if it's a surprise, yes. Impress, really. I did not expect Mr. who is usually like a refrigerator can play with children.”

Zayn closed his eyes enjoying the wind and the company of Nafisa.

“Do not sleep, sir. I live, yes.”

“Please, stay. I will try to improve my religion, my knowledge of Qur’an and hadith, so that I can edit you. Hopefully I can sincerity to change the business riba.”

“In Islam, debt is allowed, as long as there is no usury. For example, I gave you a loan of 100, agreed to be paid at the end of the 150 period. That was the simple. Then if it is late do not be surrounded. If you want to learn, there are some ustadz that can be invited to discuss.”

“If my company broke up and I'm cool, you still want?”

“Oh really fit, again shop need a flour flank pelvis. Suitable.”

Zayn chuckled while throwing tisue at Nafisa who immediately threw back.

From inside the house Maryam silently looked at the two with a hopeful look.

“May you be a match. Aamiin.”

***

That night Zayn, Nafisa, and the children went to the Mall to find the parcels.

When they finished, they sat in a cafe. While waiting for food Zayn invites Milo and Aurelie to look at the opposite store that sells magic equipment.

Nafisa stood up to wash her hands when from the corner of the eye flashed a shadow from two directions.

Some people are strangled.

“Mikail! Why did you stop him? The woman is a liar, an inmate. His style is a holy pretentious, wear a veil even though ROTTEN! She wants to use the kids to take her ex-husband who is now my husband. Aye, right? That's your ploy, taking custody to let Reno back with you?”

Dela with a bulging stomach due to a large pregnancy, cursing and beratai Nafisa blocked by Mikail. Whispers from cafe visitors began to be heard. Some stared at Nafisa cynically and suspiciously. Others instantly became spectators while recording.

“You're missing or what the hell, Del? It's the actor. Because of you, Nafisa divorced from her husband. You said pulak if Nafisa, mother is not responsible. Now I ask, who made Reno company bankrupt, huh? You're the one who trapped Reno? So that he can take her? It's not you that makes Reno hangs on you?”

“Nevent follow-up, Mik.”

Nafisa who managed to overcome her shock advanced to face Dela.

“Bener, Sir. Don't interfere. Let me face him,” replied Nafisa calmly.

“Ohooo, now it's not just Reno you're after, there's Zayn with Mika. You're a hick! No pantes with them.”

“Del, I've said many times, I'm sincere you take my husband. My relationship with Reno is over. Now what's wrong if I fight for custody? My kids are kids, you know. They need her real mother.”

The cynical gaze of cafe visitors now leads to Dela who did not expect Nafisa would dare to retaliate.

“Go, Del. Don't let me interfere any further,” hiss Mikail held back furious.

Mikail's baby face turned fierce, but her tone remained calm.

“You won't make it, Nafisa! I will not remain silent. Reno and the kids are mine!”

“Reno, please take. But kids, I'll keep fighting, Del. You're pregnant, it's not good to yell like this.”

The stubborn Dela instead advanced to pull the Nafisa veil. Nimble, Mikail pushed Nafisa backwards to get away.

“Del, I've ingetin, yes. I don't want to be rude to women, especially pregnant. But if you keep attacking Nafisa, I'll take matters to the police.”

“Mama?” A soft voice called.

“Aurelie, here equals Mama Dela.”

Rough, Dela pulls Aurelie's hand.

“No, Aurelie still wants to be with Mama.” Shouting Aurelie rebelled and rushed to Nafisa.

Milo hides behind Zayn's massive body. His hands tightly grip.

“Fuck you, Dela! Dare to be rude to my son!”

“Dela, last warning, get out of this place,” threatened Mikail. His eyes were staring at Dela.

“Antar kids on time, don't be late! Stupid woman!”

Aurelie's reflexive breathing closes her eyes and ears, as does Zayn's taking Milo away. They didn't want Aurelie and her sister to see the bad things an adult could do.

“Bu, please come out or we call security,” firmly cafe manager.

Grunting in annoyance, Dela came out while cursing Nafisa.

Aurelie started crying.

“Honey, don't be afraid all will be well.”

With tears in her eyes, Aurelie turned to Mika who was soaking wet.

“Oom diguyur Mama Dela?“

“No, kok Darling.”

“Makasi take care of Mama. Oom Zayn's brother, right? Aurelie saw her photo at Oma.”'s house

“Iya sister cousin. Let's sit down again. Have you ordered?”

Aurelie replied with a nod.

Soon Zayn and Milo return.

“What are your conditions and Aurelie?” Ask Zayn worriedly.

“In shaa Allah is fine. I'll talk to the kids so they're not confused. Mr. Mika, thank you for protecting me.”

“No worries, I will take care of you.”

Zayn glared at his cousin's sister who pretended not to see and spoke Aurelie.

“Yang late, move aside,” muttered Mikail addressed to Zayn.

***