The Pawned Marriage

This Love Sense

A beautiful woman answered a reporter's question over the phone.

“I am happy because Zayn has found his love again.”

“You're not jealous, Val?”

“Ngak, lah. Farewell was painful, but I've moved on. We pray for each other.”

“Still on good terms with Zayn?”

“As I said earlier that I want to open a new sheet. I used to not accept being divorced, but eventually I made peace with the situation. And in a non-husband and wife condition, we are not related at all. No grudges, maybe we are not matchmakers.”

“Learnest. The spirit continues to mbak Val and hopefully soon meet his successor.”

“Aamiin! Makeup yes ..”

As soon as the hape was turned off, Valerie raised her gaze to the youngster whose hands were tied to the iron bed rest. Mouth gagged.

Body plain. His back was bleeding from the twelve lashes.

The young man shook his head and groaned in despair.

Valerie's eyes flashed viciously. He took the belt on the floor.

Then he began to whip the young man mercilessly.

“Fuck you, Zayn! Only I can be your wife. Die you Zayn!”

A few days later, a young man was found unknowingly lying in a ditch far outside the city. Woey conditions.

***

“I know that you are going to the Holy Land and I have never been. May this be a wonderful honeymoon for us, dear.”

“Seriously, Mas, we want umroh?” The eyes of Nafisa sparkle.

Zayn pulled out Nafisa's nose and nodded.

“Alhamdulillah,” exclaim Nafisa then kiss Zayn's cheek. The first kiss that Nafisa gave.

Zayn's eyes sparkled.

“You ... You kiss me?”

Nafisa nodded, her eyes twitching ignorantly then said, “Sorry I have not given rights to Mas. But the day after getting married also I can not be wrong very.”

“We will go step by step. What matters is that you and I open our hearts. We both have failed, may this be our last marriage.”

“Aamiin.”

The bedroom door was knocked and Milo peeked in.

“Mama, Milo can enter?”

“Bby, Darling. Here there is Daddy too.”

Milo then rushed into the arms of Nafisa followed by her brother.

“Mama, said Papa, can not I be the same Sister because Mama Dela started ompasi.”

“Ompplation? The operation? Contractions? What time did you say Papa?”

“I phone Reno,” said Zayn want to find more information.

The man looked at his wife's face to see if there was any sadness that her ex-husband would have children. But Nafisa's face even looked more worried.

“Mas, should not say Reno so that the children are here until we leave Umrah? Let Reno focus on Dela.”

Hearing Nafisa's reply, Zayn's heart was relieved. Deep down he was worried that Nafisa still had special feelings for her ex.

That day Aurelie and Milo were supposed to be picked up by the driver at Reno's house.

“I phone snapped, yes, Beautiful.” Zayn then stepped onto the balcony.

“Suit suit, Mama called Beautiful, looh,” Milo ledk with cute theatrical style.

“Daddy love same Mom. Aurelie seneng,” said the Eldest while looking at the face of her mother.

“Mama is beautiful, if it is big, Aurelie wants to like her beautiful mother.”

Nafisa looked at Aurelie. Her eldest daughter is a photocopy of her face, while Milo has a nose and eyes like Reno.

He hugged the little girl tightly followed by Milo who did not want to lose to get into the arms of his mother.

“We love you, Mama,” cetus Milo with spoiled.

Zayn returns to the room and informs her that Reno doesn't mind the afternoon break, but she wants her children to stay with her when Dela gives birth.

Dela just felt the pains in the stomach still can not be said to contract but they just keep watch.

“Okay, actually I already ready his goods, but not what delivered the afternoon yes we are here first. Yes no?”

“Yay! Yay! Can be longer with Mama,” cry Milo rhino around the room.

Zayn sat beside Nafisa. His heart is warm. Her happiness was never imagined before.

Zayn never knew whether he wanted to be a father or not. The presence of Aurelie and Milo changed the way he looked.

“Mas, why? How do you see that?”

“I'm so happy, honey. Thank you you and your children for accepting me.”

“Loh not back?”

“No! You found me. Just a week of marriage I can't be happy if I lose you. You guys will be fine without me, but I won’t.”

Aurelie took the hands of Nafisa and Zayn.

“Mama and Daddy can't separate. We have to love each other to old age. Promise?”

Zayn and Nafisa were grinning. There was a swish on Nafisa's chest seeing her husband looking at her expectantly.

“In shaa Allah ..” Answer both.

***

“When are you leaving?” Dela asked as Nafisa and Zayn delivered the children.

“Lusa, in shaa Allah,” replied Nafisa while giving things to the sisters.

“Hopefully you can have a solemn and delicious umrah, Nafisa. I'm glad your dream was achieved,” Reno added, her voice slightly choked.

“In the Lord. We will both worship and learn with an ustadz and his wife. So Nafisa is also good if you want to ask questions. Yeah, right, Honey?” Sela Zayn before Nafisa could answer.

Zayn embraced Nafisa, looking at her affectionately.

“Makasi has thought of me, Mas.”

Dela held her mouth to say something painful because there were still Aurelie and Milo.

“We say. Aurelie Assalamualaykum, Milo. Go home umroh Daddy pick up, yes.”

“OK Daddy. Happy honeymoon,” Milo replied while mimicking the style of people hugging. Aurelie chuckled at the behavior of her sister.

“Bye, Ma.” Aurelie smiled sweetly at her mother before the door closed.

***

Zayn and Nafisa sit in the outer court of the Grand Mosque.

“I can invite you to dinner at the most delicious restaurant in Mecca.”

Nafisa's hands are busy unpacking the package of take away fried chicken that is only in the hemisphere there.

“I know. Cobain this first, I watch on youtube he said very good.”

Nafisa feeds off chicken pieces.

“Eh, delicious. Better than that American brand.”

“I used to see on youtube pilgrims again enjoy dinner in the mosque courtyard under the stars. They said there was nothing. Now come, thank God. .... Would you like to do it again? Pake barbecue sauce yes.”

Zayn accepted the bribe after the bribe Nafisa gave.

“You're not trying?”

“Mas aja aja, new me.”

“Why?”

Nafisa's frown was astonished at her husband's question.

“Because Mas is my husband, so I must glorify you. Nafisa has not been able to serve Mas fully, so allow me to serve you in other things, yes.”

“Maa shaa Allah, here, Beautiful.”

Zayn clenched tightly to his wife, as if afraid that the woman before him had disappeared.

“Never change, yes. So much wrong with you. Mas will love you, take care of you, happily you are not to redeem but indeed this heart says like that.”

Unraveling a hug, Zayn continued, “Then, I was once charmed to death by Valerie's beauty. While my heart says no.”

“So now the heart of Mas says yes, but not fascinated, so?” Sela Nafisa with a tone of disbelief, there began to be a sense of dislike when Zayn called Valerie's name.

“It's not so, Beautiful. Even double impact, yes fascinated and this heart continues to encourage Mas to fight for you. So the moment you are ready for marriage, Mas do not want to delay again.”

They sat for a long time. Zayn's fingers slipped behind the veil to stroke his wife's face.

“Mas, in shaa Allah I'm ready.”

“And we're done, what do you want to be ready again?”

Nafisa.

“I'm ready,” reset with emphasis.

“Who is married? You can't miss it anymore, you're already a wife. Late if you want to change your mind, yek, yek, yek.” Zayn was busy making strange mimicry to tease his wife.

“Aaak nih ..” Nafisa stuffed Zayn's mouth with pieces of chicken and rice. In the heart of anxiety because her husband did not respond with the intention of the word ‘siap’ that was spoken.

With greed and lightning eyes full of victory Zayn chewed greedily then told Nafisa to take this piece just to annoy his wife.

They had dinner jokingly before deciding to return to the hotel.

In the penthouse, Nafisa prepares a nightgown for Zayn before she herself cleans up.

Zayn stands in front of the glass facing the Ka’bah. The sea of humans is still faithfully fared.

The night is getting late.

Nafisa came out of the bathroom and Zayn's eyes immediately puffed up to see the reflection of his wife.

“Nafisa ... you?”

Nafisa only wears a long thin lingerie looking light pink.

“Ready! Ready for God. Ready bang.” Zayn. His eyes could not be controlled and continued to look towards his wife's body.

Zayn had never seen Nafisa's body.

Only wearing thin lingerie, Nafisa's body loomed perfectly.

Zayn's approaching. Stay within sight that can still enjoy Nafisa freely.

“Then tau, Mas, viewed thus,” lirin Nafisa.

Ignoring, Zayn continued to stare at Nafisa.

Nafisa's wavy hair fell right on the top of the twin hills.

Slender waist curves and tipped on slightly grooved hips.

“Nafisa ..” Zayn's voice sounded hoarse.

The heart of Nafisa is beating fast. He was racing with fear. The shadow Zayn was about to enter her deeply disturbed his thoughts. Bad experiences of abuse experienced almost every night in prison began to appear.

He follows Doctor Yuni's advice to try to pull over and find a way to keep his trauma from being controlled. Nafisa needs to find a diversion.

Slowly, Nafisa grabs Zayn's hand and is directed to lower the lingerie strap.

Zayn looked doubtful.

Nafisa tiptoed to kiss the lips of Zayn who made her husband's defense broke.

Without a doubt, Zayn directly me lu mat exhausted Nafisa's lips. No longer silent, Nafisa returned her husband's kiss.

Nafisa's hand cupped Zayn's face, as if telling her that she didn't want her husband to stop.

Now the lingerie has been perfectly laid on the floor. The body of Nafisa was plain without a thread.

Zayn stopped his kiss to enjoy Nafisa's body again.

Gently he played the two twin hilltops with the back of his finger to make Nafisa bristle.

“Mas ..”

Zayn then lifted Nafisa's body and carried her. Nafisa's feet were coiled to Zayn's sturdy and sturdy body. Her lips instantly kissed Zayn's face and neck.

Slowly, Zayn threw Nafisa into the bed.

Now Nafisa took off all the clothes attached to her husband's body. His face blushed in embarrassment when he saw Zayn's heirloom for the first time.

“It’s hours, Honey.” Whisper Zayn.

Within minutes they both touched, kissed, until the room was filled with ******* for the sake of *******.

Nafisa kept trying to brush off the shadow of the past. Trusting fully in her instinct to make her husband happy.

Seeing his wife enjoying every touch, Zayn gave more.

Now Nafisa's body took over her mind. He did not want this pleasure to stop.

“Bismillah, you are ready, Darling.”

“Slow-slow, yes. I'm scared.”

“You know if you want to stop.”

Gently and slowly, Zayn entered Nafisa. He was waiting for his wife's reaction.

“Are you okay, Darling?” The whisper of the soft Zayn.

Nafisa's eyes were closed, the pain when the hard object used to be forcefully inserted into her was clearly imagined.

Cold cell floors rub against the skin. Hands that spread out his legs and hold his body. The stinky cloth that was fed into his mouth, to tears that flowed from the corner of the eye.

“Honey, open your eyes.”

“Do Not ..”

“Honey, it's me Zayn. Open eyes.”

Slowly, Nafisa opened her eyes.

“Mas ..”

“Iya, Darling. Its me. We are again in the Holy Land.”

Netra Nafisa looked around and looked at the minaret of the mosque which was still visible from where she lay.

“You want to stop or continue?”

Nafisa moves her hips implying she doesn't want her husband to stop.

“I go on, yes. Don't close your eyes,” said Zayn gently.

Slowly, Zayn re-established the moment until they slowly climbed to the top.

“Aaah Nafisa ..” Desah Zayn when she finally felt the most beautiful pleasure for the first time with Nafisa.

Seen the reaction of Nafisa who now looks more beautiful after a new romance they enjoy.

“Enak, Mom? Like?” Nafisa stared timidly.

“Banget. Make it, dear. I know you are still struggling. Do you like it yourself?”

Nafisa's face was red.

“So I've been first.” Nafisa hid her face in Zayn's chest.

Her husband smiled in satisfaction like winning a match and then stroked the back of Nafisa's head that was still hiding in her chest.

“Later for us to get the top together.”

Nafisa pressed her body against Zayn.

For a long time they were just catching each other. Nafisa's listening to Zayn's heartbeat. Then suddenly stunned.

“Mas, his tattoos are very much.”

“That's yes, I used to be crazy about tattoos.”

“Mas have prayed?”

“Udah back and forth. I'm just grateful I never got a face tattoo or a name.”

“Oh ..” Nafisa replied no matter what.

“Jealous?”

“Ogah.”

“Mas even jealous if anything related to your ex.”

“Hah, seriously? Why me?”

“Not you, he.”

“And he's evil it.”

“Udah ah, why speak people.”

Zayn again tightened his embrace. Not giving Nafisa any room to move.

“Mas ..”

“What, request removablein, nggaaaak.”

“Mmm thank you for receiving Nafisa with all the hassle. All prayers are to be answered here. Nafisa prays to be given the ability to love Mas until the end of life.”

“I also pray to be able to live as a heaven with you. So ... not yet in love with Mas?”

Nafisa raised her head. Their faces are close together.

“Udah, but dikit.” The index finger and thumb make small gestures.

“Gesin really, my wife this. Mmm can I ask again?”

Nafisa gasped, but this time she could instantly stroke herself.

“Still slow but, yes.”

“Yeah ..”

***

Umrah for nine days was passed beautifully. Nafisa and Zayn get guidance to be a husband and wife who can give each other peace.

They enjoy their time by worshiping in the mosque or husband and wife worship in the room.

Nafisa earnestly prayed that the trauma she had did not interfere with her duty of entitling Zayn.

He also began to reconcile that the trauma would not disappear completely. There will be scars left. Only he can control not to appear in strange and even dangerous actions.

Zayn was grateful for the growing feelings for Nafisa. When she left Valerie, she thought it was impossible to fall in love again.

Now Zayn realizes that he didn't love Val. It's more of an obsession to have a beautiful woman he can be proud of.

Marriage with Nafisa made Zayn realize that the real pride is to have a woman who is sholihah, able to take care of herself, and glorify the husband sincerely.

They returned home with a different feeling. A sense of love that began to bloom in the heart of Nafisa and maturity think about the role of the husband of Zayn Malik.

Once they reached the homeland, the escort ustadz sent a message to Maryam Malik: Thank God the mission was successful.

***

Mikail who had just returned home delivered Maryam immediately scowled at the sound of laughter from the family room.

Maryam stopped in front of the door to see Nafisa and Zayn was watching television.

His son placed his head on the lap of Nafisa who was sitting on the carpet. Sometimes the wife feeds pieces of fruit to the husband.

Netra Maryam warms up.

The man next to her experienced the same thing. His net warmed not because of happiness but his heart was broken into pieces for many times.

“Unlock them Mika.”

“Bude, if Bude's son gets sick with Nafisa, I won't give mercy.”

“Ssh, wis wis, ora tho. They want the world of the Hereafter. Thanks to Mik. Bude order one more time, please. You'll get better.

Mikail placed her budding groceries on the kitchen counter then kissed Takzim then stepped away.

Maryam was still standing enjoying the beautiful scenery, two people she loved each other showed affection.

“May you be happy forever.”

***