The Pawned Marriage

Struggling

Pov Nafisa's

“No! Lepaas! Please leave ... pain ... pain .. Father, Mother, please Madam Nafi .. please stop, pain ...”

I woke up with a shivering body but my whole body was soaked in sweat.

“Yes Allah, alhamdulillaah is just a dream,” I said after looking around and it turns out I was in the room I occupied at Miss Maryam's house.

Since my release from prison, I have always slept with the lights on. Luminous.

I rubbed my face that was soaked with sweat and tears. The shadow of creepy nights in a narrow cell with 6 people is clearly visible.

It seems that I was deliberately placed in a cell that contained recurrent criminals. They really have no mercy.

Once again I cast a glance at the entire space, only to convince me I was really not in a narrow cell.

I slowly went down to the bathroom. I looked at my face in the glass.

My eyes are pocky, my hair is wet with sweat, my lips are pale.

In my heart I asked, “May I be able to completely forget everything?”

My knees are weak. I fell in the bathroom. Crying suddenly without me holding back. My body is shaking violently.

This weak body kuseret down shower. Still with full sleepwear, light it so that cold water flushes not only the body but also the clothes that are still attached.

Keep crying until you sit under the water. I embrace both knees. Cowering under the cold water.

I heard the door of the room knock. But there is no energy to do anything. I lowered my head until I stuck to my knees.

These tears keep flooding.

I heard a voice out there. I don't know what happened I don't care. Maybe I'm still in prison and it's all an illusion. It could be that soon the prisoners will start torturing me.

Unaware I make a roaring sound. I saw a man appear in the doorway. Who her? I seem to remember.

“Nafisa!”

In helplessness, I was like watching a movie when the man came rushing over followed by some women.

“Do not, do not hurt again, please. Don't ..”

With the rest of my energy, I extended my hand as the last form of defense.

I felt the water stop pouring.

My body floated. Could this be the end of my life? When no longer feeling the pain of torment? Has my life left my body?

Slowly my body was placed on a warm bed.

“Ahh is very comfortable. It seems I'm really dead. Laa ilaaha illallah.” I felt my lips move.

That man may have been an angel of death.

I saw his tattooed arm. My head shook.

A tattoo?

From between my eyes I saw her worried face. I know him. But my brain refuses to think.

A woman pushed the man so he got away. He also told her to leave.

Nah! I have to remember who he is.

Not finished thinking, I felt my body rubbed firmly with a soft cloth. They undressed me.

“Do not! Not again! Please.”

“Nafisa, Darling. This Mbok Mi and Mbak Lastri.”

I didn't care for their voices, I just kept struggling as much as I could.

They keep on wearing my clothes. I closed my eyes, preparing to receive pain in the core area.

My mouth kept begging.

Sounding, “Honey, this Mbok want to change clothes, yes.”

I kept shaking, I got both legs strong.

“Honey, awake, istighfar. It's Mother.”

“Bunda ..” Reply me looking for the origin of the sound. My eyes are still closed.

“Mother, Mbak Nafi is afraid. Don't stay in Mbak.”

“Iya .. yes Mother here. But Ma'am Nafi should calm down first. Let them help you Mbak.”

I'm nodding.

“Mother, take Mbak Nafi away with Mother. Ma'am Nafi does not want to be alone anymore.”

“Mother will always be next to Mbak Nafi.”

I felt warm clothes start to cover my body.

“Mbak istighfar, can?”

“Can, Mother. Achaghfirullah, Achaghfirullah. Mother, Ma'am Nafi kangen.”

“Mother is also kangen. Hence Mother nemenin Mbak Nafi is here.”

“Do not go again, Mother ..”

“Mother never leaves, dear. Mother is always in the heart of Ma'am Nafi. Until now, Mommy is proud because Mbak Nafi is always tough and kind. As the last Mother's advice. You remember, don't you?”

I felt my head nod.

“But Mbak Nafi is not strong ..”

“Sssh, always pray. Mommy is sure, Mama will be strong. Stay Mbak must patiently undergo whatever his destiny.”

My body is warm in comfortable clothes. Someone massaged my legs.

“Mbak Nafi peeling hugged Mother.”

“Sini, Darling .. Bobok, Mommy keepin.” I felt my hands gently clutching my body. It's cozy.

“Bobok, Sweetheart. Good weight.” The voice sounded again.

“Iya, Mother.”

My fingers gently stroked my hair. The voices got further away and the film was finished.

***

Reno Pov.

Two o'clock in the morning. I was still working on new business planning when I heard the water pipe ringing.

“I have to replace the water pipes in this house,” as I thought.

While struggling to look at the numbers, my forehead wrinkled when the sound of the water pipe never stopped. Who takes a shower at two in the morning, I thought.

Hurry, I'm going to Mom's room.

“Bu, mom, open the door. Mom's fine, right?”

The door opened, I saw Mbok Mi wearing a mukena.

“Where's Mom?” My toot.

Mbok Mi does sleep inside accompanying Mom if necessary to the restroom.

“Again prayers tahajjud, Pak.”

I quickly set foot into the next room.

“Nafisa! Breathofy! Open door!”

My ears are stuck to the door. The sound of water was heard from behind the door.

“Nafisa!” Kugedor.

“Zayn! What's up?”

“Ndon't know, Mom. But my feeling is not good. From there the water pipe sounded as usual. Looks like Nafisa's taking a shower, but cook at two in the morning?”

“Mbok, grab a spare key in the drawer.”

While Mbok Mi was heading for Mom's room, I kept banging.

“This, Sir.” Before long Mbok Mi held out the key.

“No can, lock installed from inside. Breathofy! Nafisa!”

Banging my body and the door remained standing straight. Iron wood is invincible.

The shadow of Nafisa flashed in my eyes.

“Bismillah.”

I kicked the door open until it finally opened. I immediately ran to the bathroom. There Nafisa, curled up under the flaming shower.

“Do not, do not hurt again, please. Don't ..”

Slipping my heart found Nafisa staring with a look of fear. His hands stretched out, preventing me from getting close.

I turned the shower knob and then I lifted the body. Only wear pajamas that are soaking wet.

His body is small and frail.

He kept saying good words, like he thought he was dead.

I put his body on the bed.

“Zayn, out. Nafisa not closed.”

I didn't mind Mom's voice. My hands kept rubbing his face.

“Zayn!”

My mother distanced my body.

“Come out, Nafisa conditions are not worth seeing.”

I also nodded.

“Please him, Bu.”

Outside the room I sat on the floor.

My body trembles.

Inside, a woman is struggling to come out of the trauma of the cruelty I once inflicted upon her.

“I'm sorry, Nafisa.”

I leaned my body against the couch. It looks like Mbok Mi who is now assisted by Lastri is having trouble changing Nafisa's clothes.

Their voices tried to calm Nafisa.

I cupped both my hands to my face.

Every night he must have experienced violence to such a terrible effect. Kutelan.

“If only I had not been carried away by emotions. In my eyes, he is a murderer. And it turns out Valerie, my own wife who intends to poison mother.”

My body was powerless to hear the sound of Nafisa constantly whimpering.

I'm still holding on. For a few minutes, Nafisa seemed to have calmed down.

There was a sense of weakness where I needed to lean on the Owner.

My feet stepped into the room, after ablution, I held the prayer mat. Eight rakaat tahajjud and three rakaat witir were finally able to calm my heart.

“Nafisa, I will pay for your suffering with my life. From this second, I will fight to give you happiness.”

***

Pov Maryam

Tonight I decided to sleep in Nafisa's room. The woman who was present and gave me spirit until my condition returned as it was.

I looked at his pale face. His hand still holds my hand tightly. Repeatedly memqnggil ‘Bunda’.

Hair kubelai. I really love him like my own son.

My heart trembled in light of the incident just now. When Nafisa begged not to be hurt.

At the hospital, doctors used to explain that the core area had been injured and infected due to sexual violence.

I tighten my gang. At a young age, he already felt so much pain.

My family owes a lot to Nafisa.

I, who was cured by the encouragement of him and Zayn, who had thrown him into prison. If I wasn't aware then, maybe Nafisa's already serving the death penalty.

Or maybe he felt better off dead?

I got a blanket to warm the fragile body next to me.

Mbok Mi and Lastri sat on the sofa while looking at Nafisa anxiously. They don't want to sleep even though I told them to.

The four of us were compact.

“Bu Sepuh, sare. Ben dalem kalean Lastri ingkang jogo Non Nafisa,” said Mbok Mi who told me to sleep.

“Wis rapopo's. I'm usually at sakmene yo ora turu, moco Qur,an.”

Lastri got up from the sofa and started massaging Nafisa's legs.

“I can't imagine how Non Nafisa can survive there. I saw the body and back there is still a scar.”

I wiped the tears. My son should not have to go that far even under the pretext of avenging my suffering.

“Bu, urge Non Nafisa to marry Mr. Zayn. Let someone take care. Lastri see Mr. Zayn is also already a pity, only Non only still keep the distance.”

“Mbok saw Mr. Mika also likes the same Non.”

“Iih if he mah from the first,” sahut Lastri ketus.

“Non don't be the same Mr. Mika, Mom. I'm sorry, but he's clamoring to be the guy. No teges,” again.

“Nek Mbok kok pingine Non equal Pak Mika ..”

“Byeh, Mbok. Mika has no attitude. In the past, he had believed that it was not Non who poisoned Mother Sepuh. Lak, meeng ae tho?”

“But Non, hate the same Mr. Zayn,” shrewd Mbok Mi stared at Nafisa who moved to change the position of the head.

I finally made a sound.

“Zayn is responsible. Also threatened with custody if the condition is like this. Later slowly not bujuki.”

Nafisa's body moves, her lips mutter, “Nafisa hates Mr. Zayn, she is evil.”

***