The Pawned Marriage
Three Months
Three months running. Zayn and Nafisa enjoy the new household they built.
Getting to know each other in the advantages and limitations of each.
Nafisa plans to open a third shop in a shophouse not far from Maryam's house.
Although very capable of having his own home, Zayn chose to stay at his mother's house.
Mary was very happy with her son's decision. The size of the house is more than enough to maintain the privacy of each.
The middle-aged woman counsels her son to look after Nafisa. A sholihah's wife who knows how to put herself.
Despite having an army of chefs, cooks, assistants who can help, Nafisa insists on preparing all of Zayn's needs.
Her husband is crazy about her cooking. Sauteed anchovy bitter melon, black squid chili ijo, shrimp gule cassava leaves are only three of the many dishes prepared Nafisa who became a favorite of Zayn Malik.
Nafisa often sent lunch to her husband.
Like that afternoon, Nafisa departed from her shop to Zayn's office. He had cooked a sauteed bean sprout of salted fish and black pepper beef in the kitchen of the store.
Arriving at her husband's office, an employee took her to a multi-purpose room.
As soon as the door was opened, Nafisa saw a room filled with reporters on one side and many debtors on the other.
“I introduce, Nafisa Salsabila, the wife who inspires to keep improving. Here, Darling.”
Doubt Nafisa stepped up, even more so with many eyes looking.
Zayn stepped off the podium to greet his wife and took her on stage.
“Mas, what's up?” The whisper of Nafisa in her husband's ear.
“Surprise, Beautiful. Just wait. Stand beside me, yes. Only you can give me the strength to do the thing I will announce.”
Nafisa nodded, still unable to guess the direction of her husband's conversation.
“Good, Father and Mother. Media partners I respect. I Zayn Malik is always the sole owner of the company Zayn Financing would like to announce the change of business model that has been running.”
There are whispers of fret than the debtor aka the borrower.
“Definitely want to go up in flowers, surely the fine is getting doubled.”
Zayn just smiled and continued.
“I do not want to continue the loan agreement that is now valid and I want to convert into capital participation. That is, no interest, no fines. Business team and legal team will negotiate to determine the return of capital with the agreed return.”
Silent room.
“I have also set up a development team that you can all invite discussion if there are difficulties in running a business. I hope we can have mutual trust and responsibility. I no longer want to be the one to strangle with flowers and high fines. I'd like to grow with your effort.”
Still quiet.
One of the debtors ventured to ask, “No interest at all, sir?”
“No. That means for example you have a hundred million loan remaining, that amount I will allocate as an investment that you and my team agree on a big return.”
“If there is a problem?”
“What problems? If related to business, I set up a team that can help to find a way out together. But because this is not a donation, of course, there must be responsibility if there are problems in management. Like if the darkening of the mind, for example. Forced to be taken legal route.”
“This is serious anyway? Zayn Malik is loh.” Sounds like prickly.
“Serious. My wife said that the treasure received from usury would not be a blessing. Problems in the afterlife certainly and problems in the world that sometimes we as humans ignore. Think of it as prosperity when it is istidraj where God is punishing.”
The room was quiet again.
“Allahu Akbar!”
“Allahi Akbar!”
A second later the meeting room almost broke with a rumble of gratitude from the debtors. Journalists without question raised the news.
“Mas,” call Breath with glazed netra.
“Your husband won't be as rich as it used to be.” Zayn cupped Nafiaa's face.
“Unfortunately the flour pelvis locker is already filled people. Now there is a priest for those who have a shop,” reply Nafisa with a smile full of gratitude and pride.
“Makasi because I have migrated to our family. I love you.”
Zayn's eyes were wide.
“What? Try maybe I misheard.”
“I love you,” reset Nafisa while putting her hand to the side of Zayn's face.
“Mikail, please finish. I have need.”
Mikail who had been standing at the back could only endure the jealousy when Zayn came rushing his wife out of the room.
Zayn takes Nafisa to his study.
As soon as the door closed, Zayn immediately took the remote to darken the windows. Nafisa followed and placed her lunch on her husband's desk.
Zayn walked over. Released hijab and Nafisa veil, then managed the wavy hair belonging to Nafisa.
“Former you're with me.”
“This mas in the office.”
Breath with eyes teasing deliberately away to make Zayn more eager to immediately control his wife.
“Aman, the windows have been darkened. I locked the door, CCTV is dead.”
Nafisa chuckled and ran around the desk. It didn't take a huge effort from Zayn to capture Nafisa and immediately clenched tightly.
Then gently, Zayn pressed his lips against Nafisa's lips.
“Mmm strawberry flavor.”
“I wear lip tint new.”
“Perfect.”
Zayn then started me lu mat his wife's lips. They tease each other with touch, until their bodies are carrying the mind.
Although Nafisa was able to accept, sometimes Zayn felt his wife's body stiffen when she touched certain areas. Signs of bad memory in prison will appear.
Patiently, Zayn distracts Nafisa, whispering in her ear to resuscitate Nafisa.
From outside the room, Mikail stared at the door. Secretary Zayn said Mr. Boss doesn't want to be disturbed.
“Oh, I see. All right, please convey later if it is loose that some media want to do an exclusive interview,” concluded Mikail with a lackluster tone.
***
At home, Dela is preoccupied with a baby boy named Ayman. The baby she hoped would tie her husband's love.
There was no real evidence yet but Dela always felt in Reno's heart there was only Nafisa.
Dela often sees Reno hugging Aurelie whose face is a photocopy of Nafisa's face. As if to vent his longing to his biological mother.
That is why Dela who is accustomed to ‘removing’ ‘problem has twice harmed Nafisa.
The first was when he paid his men to burn down Nafisa's tavern.
The second time was to have a group of professionals torture and kill Nafisa.
This time Dela also wanted to warn Reno that he did not hesitate to hurt people to achieve what he wanted.
Especially after his men said that a motorized man was the one who saved Nafisa.
Dela only hoped that if the man was not Reno, because on the same day Nafisa was kidnapped, her husband stopped to look at the project outside the city.
Baby Ayman is moving. Every now and then smile with eyes looking at the hanging toys and spinning above the baby box.
The door to the room is open. Reno, Aurelie, and Milo are heading straight in to play with Ayman.
“Milos! Adek is still small, can you slow down?”
Hearing Dela's snatch, the little boy instantly stepped up.
“Del, why? Milo has not yet reached the box.”
“Yes I don't like it,” Dela replied.
Milo instantly retreated regularly to the side of his father. His eyes look scared.
“Ya we have played outside aja yuk, adek again the same Mama Dela.”
Dela stammered. He wants only Reno to play alongside Ayman.
“Yuk here play with Adek Ayman, but slowly because it is still small. Aurelie, Milo, here.”
Milo. Likewise Aurelie who immediately embraced her sister.
“Let's play again Adek. Now we play in the next room first, yuk.”
Then the three of them came out of the room. There was laughter from the next room that made Dela's chest bubble.
“Job!”
***
On television, a beautiful woman was interviewed about her success to be selected as one of the representatives of Indonesia as a jury in the talent search in neighboring countries.
Occasionally the show host inquires about post-divorce life with Zayn Malik. Relaxed and carefree, Valerie says it's all over and she just wants to focus on her career as a model and presenter.
Maryam and Mikail watched with suspicious faces.
“Bude how not to feel Valerie as good as that, huh?”
”True. His brain was cunning and he had no conscience. Imagine that loot poisoned Bude.”
”Until now still bergidig if inget he used to deliberately watch Bude die. His eyes are cold, like there is no life. Horror.”
Mikail looked back at the television screen.
“What's the reason he did that? Though I remember, Val changed for the better before the incident. And anyway why did Bude Keukeuh not want to report?”
”That's what worries Bude. The kindness he displayed now was a cover for his crimes. You're right, he's a psychopath.”
Maryam played a video recording of Valerie and the young man was sipping pleasure from her hape.
Mikail.
”See until finished.”
”No to Bude.”
But late. The originally mundane romance activity has now turned into a brutal game.
Valerie tortured the young man. Clawing, whipping, and biting his combat opponent was lying helpless.
Whether to get power from what demons, Valerie clearly with her power back******* the man's heirloom to get back up straight and throw it into hers and move wildly to and fro.
The more the man cried, the more Valerie went crazy.
”Bude ..” Mikail says softly.
”Then, with that video, Bude once threatened Valerie to repent and become a good wife. Bude knows how Zayn loves Valerie. That's why he acted as if he had changed. It turned out that he was observing the activities of Bude and Nafisa. You know how broken Bude's heart was when he thought Nafisa was the one who did it. With the rest of the energy, Bude opened the veil and was relieved when it turned out that rotten woman was the culprit.”
Mikail couldn't stand it and made a video.
”We have to report Valerie. Before he fucks up again.”
”Beware at the office. Don't let him infiltrate. Bude will send all the evidence to the lawyer for follow-up. It seems like yesterday Bude was wrong for persuading Zayn not to report Val.”
“Why?”
“Bude does not want to involve Nafisa, because inevitably she must be dragged again as a witness.”
“Nafisa ..” Mikail said the name of the woman who was still in her heart.
Mary looked towards Mika.
”Talk him, Mika. You will get sick.”
I heard Mikail take a long breath.
“Mikail will have the office security alert in case Valerie intentions macem-macem there. Sorry Bude, not for Zayn, but because Nafisa's Mikail did it.”
“Thank you..”.
***
