The Pawned Marriage

For the sake of you

Nafisa felt her body being overpowered by someone. Still half-conscious he saw an unknown man remove his hijab and veil.

“Cantics.”

The man grinned. His eyes are festering looking at the face of his prey.

Nafisa pretended to be closed when in fact she gathered strength. Slowly he tried to move the fingers, then the hands, and feet.

Everything still works fine.

The man stroked Nafisa's face with the back of his hand. Half-dead Nafisa endured the nausea when her skin was touched.

“Jackpot really good stuff.”

The man's hand began to move to unbutton the female robe lying before him.

Suddenly with all her might, Nafisa directed her foot towards the male vital area.

The depraved man's eyes widened, his face reddened. A moment rolled over while groaning in pain.

Nafisa looking at the window. Without a second thought, he opened and jumped out. Didn't know he was on the second floor of a house.

He complained as his feet traversed the earth violently. Her ankle hurts.

“Heh, where are you going, ******?”

Nafisa was fighting with the flat male with an evil face, Nafisa immediately ran through the tall bush in front of her.

It seems like he was taken to a remote area. He didn't see any home. Only the weeds continue to be sifted through in order to save themselves.

Stumbling he kept running. Behind him the sound of a motor roaring.

“Yes Allah, take care of the servant.”

Nafisa kept running. Ignored his bare feet treading to soft ground. The gameplay is raised high to facilitate the steps.

Until finally he met the village asphalt road.

A motor is approaching. Nafisa turned around then ran again as fast as she could. From the original direction he ran the sound of a chasing motor getting closer.

While the motorbike found on the road earlier had caught up with him.

Nafisa found a stone and ready to hit the biker.

“This is me Tio. Ride!”

“Sabtio? How can I get here?” Tanya Nafisa was suspicious.

“Let's just have a question and answer session. Buruan.”

After saying the bismillah, Nafisa went up to the bonce and Sabtio immediately fled his vehicle.

“Handle, Nafisa. If you don't want to be thrown.”

Doubtful, Nafisa did not want to wrap her hands around the body of a man who was not her mahram.

“Nafisa! Handle!”

From the rearview view Tio saw two motors chasing him. Fortunately, the sport motorbike used is among the best in its class, with one jolt of the chasing motor trailing far behind.

There was gunfire.

Tio's face turned frantic.

“Crazy! They've got guns. Breath ducking.”

Nafisa tightened the grip to her savior's body.

In fear when the bullet threat penetrated his body, he prayed that he could still be allowed to meet his children and see them grow up.

Suddenly he felt something that had been almost forgotten when his body was docked to Tio's body.

“Astaghfirullah .. “

Reflex he released the handle but was held back by Tio.

“Don't, a little more we're free of them. Survive.”

Tears flowed down Nafisa's cheeks as Tio's hand continued to hold her hand.

Criminals kept shooting until from the front of Sabtio's motorbike came a police car that shot at the kidnappers. They were in a mess to save themselves.

Tio stopped his motorbike in a safe place. Still in a piggybacking position with Nafisa's hands tightly coiled. Tio's hand also still held Nafisa's hand for a while.

“Down, you are safe.” Tio's voice sounded vibrating. Finally he let go of Nafisa's hand.

With a trembling body, Nafisa descended. His knees were limp but forced to stand.

“Abang Reno?”

“I Tio.”

“Open your helmet, please.”

“No.”

“You're Brother, right? You can't lie. I just realized when leaning on Abang's back,” said Nafisa sobbed.

“Why, Bang?” Connect Nafisa again with an almost inaudible voice.

Tio looked back. Police managed to take down the criminals. From the opposite direction, several cars were seen moving towards them. Zayn's car and his entourage.

“I'm not Reno. Sorry if I can't answer your question. But if I was him, then his love for you never faded. You are his breath. You are the sun that brings warmth to his already frozen heart.”

“Abang, please. Nafisa just needs to know, what's my fault? Why is my evil brother so much like me? Nafisa suffered a lot, Bang.”

Behind the helmet, a pair of eyes condensed.

“Promise not to cry again because of that traitor, yes. You're too good for him. Find happiness. Steady at every step, Nafisa. Continue to be a kind-hearted Breath and never change.”

“Abang ..”

“Not, Nafisa. I'm not him. Now I have to go. This is the last time we'll see each other because I'll be far away. Take care of yourself, Nafisa. Assalamualaykum.”

“Abang ..” Pekik Nafisa calling.

He ran limping to chase but Tio and his bike were getting away.

When passing by the group, Tio spoke briefly with the driver of the leading car.

Nafisa fell down. His knees are completely powerless.

The cars approached and the driver's side door opened.

Zayn with an anxious face rushed over.

“Nafisa ..”

“Pak Zayn, please.”

“Istighfar, let it be quiet.”

Zayn then gives her a veil.

Still trembling, Nafisa put on a veil to cover her hair.

One of the police cars approached.

“We've caught some of them. His pentol got away because he did not pursue. But take it easy, leave it to us. Immediately, bring Mother Nafisa to the office to give testimony.”

Nafisa. Trauma to the police station appeared.

“Do not. What is my fault, sir? It wasn't me who hurt Sepuh's mother!” Panicked shouting.

Nafisa started crying. His hands were pounding the window and trying to open the door.

Soon Zayn emboldened himself to embrace Nafisa into his arms.

The fragile woman continued to rebel, her eyes tightly closed.

Zayn softly said, “Sssh, fear not, now there is me. Nafisa, open your eyes. Look, I'm not leaving you. I will always protect you. Nafisa open your eyes ..”

The bodyguards looked on with pity. They all knew Nafisa as a friendly and kind woman before being imprisoned.

“Nafisa, open your eyes. Istighfar. Istighfar.”

Zayn clutched tightly onto the body of the woman who continued to put up resistance. At that time Zayn really realized that he was already very fond of Nafisa.

“Sssh .. Darling, istighfar.”

Nafisa started to stop the resistance. Realizing that he was awakening to Zayn's body, he straightened up.

“Pak Zayn! Excuse me. Please don't take me to the police station. I beg.”

Zayn's eyes stared softly, relieved that Nafisa had begun to be able to control herself.

The police who saw the situation immediately felt pity. He said, Nafisa can go to the office if she is ready and then rush back to her troops.

“We go home, yes,” said Zayn gently.

Nafisa nodded. Now his head is leaning against the window. The tear still dripped one-on-one.

Zayn glanced at the woman who had already managed to steal his heart. Not pity, not guilt. It was a pure feeling of loving and wanting to protect someone that even Valerie had never felt.

Their vehicle drove across the rising sun.

“What time, Sir?”

“Jam nine in the morning. You were missing from three o'clock yesterday.”

“Kok, Can you meet me?”

“Temen you were, Tio. Yesterday afternoon I got a report on your abduction. They managed to knock out the bodyguards with electric weapons. And since they were carrying a gun no one dared to help.”

Nafisa's massaging her temple. There's too much crime around him in a year.

“Then Tio?”

“Somewhere from, he got my phone number. Tio asked me to track his hape because he was secretly following you. Now we are in the area outside the Karawang border. Tio signal had died, earlier he said ran out of battery. So I had trouble tracking.”

Not answering, Nafisa just threw a glance out the window. The green rice paddies are illuminated with factory buildings behind them. Unknowingly he rubbed his wrists which were beginning to swell.

Zayn asked carefully, “Is ... do we need to go to the hospital? To check if ... if they ..”

“Not necessary, Sir. I know what it's like to be raped,” replied Nafisa who knew the direction of Zayn's question.

A tear dripping. Zayn and the bodyguards gasped at Nafisa's reply.

“Sorry, Mr. Zayn. I don't mean ketus. Doctor Yuni encouraged me to make peace on the circumstances. It's just that if you think back, the anger suddenly bubbled.”

Zayn took a long breath.

“You deserve to be angry with me. Beat me, hurt me. Whatever. I will not fight. Even if you kill, it is still much better than your circumstances.”

Tears are back. Nafisa hurriedly rubbed it. The woman no longer wanted to discuss the painful events that had happened to her.

“Thank you for saving me.“

There was no reply from Zayn who was still trying to master his feelings of anger towards himself.

“Pak, I saw Tio's face, didn't you?”

Zayn's forehead is wrinkled.

“The man who saved you? He just open the glass helmet but in it wear a mask.”

“Oh ..”

“Who is he?”

“Say she was a doctor at the hospital where I was treated. He was also the one who saved when I used to want to die.”

Hearing Nafisa's explanation, Zayn's forehead grew furrowed. Tio appears too often for the size of a doctor. Not to mention the act of twice saving Nafisa.

“You want me to investigate him?” Ask Zayn slowly.

“He lied. There is no doctor in the hospital by the name of Sabtio Naren. Maybe it should not need to be investigated ... for what?” Lirih Nafisa's.

“Sabtio Naren?”

“Not to be investigated, sir. Please please please please. If you want to help, please immediately deliver home because this week the same ration of children. I don't want to be missing a day.

“Siap. We're heading for the helicopter. We arrived in Jakarta in a short time. Sleep first.”

Nafisa closed her eyes. I hope all the bad things stop happening to him.

***

After traveling for hours a man parked his motorcycle in a private garage.

Helmets, masks and jackets. Throw those things.

His hand reached for a device attached to his neck. A tool that he specifically messages from abroad to change the voice.

In the garage he rented nearly nine months ago when his world was turned upside down, he stood facing a photo of a beautiful woman smiling.

“I will always love you.”

The man took a deep breath, then got into the car parked in the garage .

“I can, should be able to. For you and the kids.”

Before long he had split the streets of the capital into a house that had once been the palace of his love.

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