The Pawned Marriage
Destiny Love Nafisa
“Mas, later tonight we have dinner outside, yuk. I treat, thank you yesterday the store can already split the bonus to all.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. They are happy and proud. You alone, happy no?”
“Happy. Usually people have a new store, two years can return capital. Fastest. God make it easy so that not until two years has been there that can be divided into employees.”
Zayn smiled to see the radiant look on his wife's face.
“I want to be treated where, nih?”
“Manaa yes, mmm want to eat steak? Across from the store is a nice and halal steakhouse. I know who's got it, Mr. Silmy. Good guy. His restaurant name Meat Us.”
“Pak Silmy? Guys? Where do you know?”
“Pak Silmy several times to the same store his children. Pas just opened a restaurant, his children fussed and then just brought to the store. I made ajakin cupcake. They like it so much. Continue the afternoon Mr. Silmy pick up.”
“Oh, already married.” Zayn tried to hide his relief.
“Duda, his wife died while mating with his children. Twins girls all. Very humorous. Creak. When is the day, fitting Aurelie same Milo to the shop The Twins come and the four of them instantly familiar.”
Zayn's radar immediately rose as high as it was.
“His father?”
“Yes how do you know me. They are the same and I am not his Father. Why, do you want acquaintances? I'll askin.”
“No! Don't need. I’m good.”
Zayn's fingers were secretly typing into his hape.
“Mik, please find the profile of Silmy who has Meat Me resto in front of my bini store.”
Not how long the gap vibrated.
“Gue. Handsome guy. Duda, very good. Devout muslims. Best hubby material.”
Zayn grunting.
“Lu sodara-an with him? Or want to move to Meat Me only?”
Mikail answered.
“Tydack.”
“Mik, please, please find out.”
“What I said earlier is actually, cousin. Best husband material. He owns the Halal Lagham Corporation. Halal certification meat providers both local and imported. Money, not as much as you, but enough can umroh every month and others. Widowers. His wife died after the loss. Never dated again because he said he wanted to raise children.”
“Hmmm, thanks.”
Zayn watched Nafisa who was busy pacing back and forth choosing work clothes for him.
Suddenly Zayn realized something. Then his fingers went back to dancing in his hape. Write a message for Mikail.
“Pick cup. You still demen the same bini me? Why do you have such detailed data about Silmy?”
A few seconds later Mika replied, “Jagain aja baek-baek Nafisa. Don't let you keep losing him. Situ understand? Don't bother me, I'm busy.”
Zayn muttered in annoyance as he clenched his palm.
“This brat asked for dipites.”
Nafisa.
“Who? Mikail?”
Zayn looked up and asked, “She often plays in the store?”
“Then we marry? Never again. Why is he so similar to her?”
“No need to talk to people.” Zayn answered ketus to make Nafisa surprised and quit his activities
Zayn hurriedly approached and hugged his wife.
“Sorry, I'm sorry you like a lot.”
“Who's it? Mika is passing. Wah ...His cry is jealous of husband. In the Lord, I will always take care of myself and my heart for you. If Mr. Silmy went to the store, I never found out. He also does not come.”
“That, yes.” Zayn attached his nose to Nafisa's nose.
“Iya. So don't worry. Take it off first, Mas. I'm going to grab jas.”
Zayn flinched, tightening his embrace.
Realizing he was trapped, Nafisa tried to escape.
“Mas freelin, aaa .. I've been shampooing, it's ready to go,” whine Nafisa keeps trying to get away.
Nafisa banged on Zayn's chest. Her husband looked at her with a smile. His eyes were already implying desire.
“Mas, later malem, deh. Promises. I don't want to repeat the same shampooing. Please.”
With casual Zayn reply, “Let's malem again.”
Nafisa squirms to break free. Unaware of his movements instead made something down there vertical. A futile effort because her strength is not comparable to the sturdy body of her husband.
Quietly and surely Zayn said, “Bismillah, Allahumma jannibnaassyyaithaana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa.”
***
Nafisa came late to the store. Lucky Lastri who is now a manager can handle all.
“Billed Mr Zayn, Non?” Tempted Lastri while winking.
Nafisa just chuckled then hurriedly put down her luggage.
In an always crowded store, Nafisa observes the interaction between the customer and the waiter.
They look familiar because most customers have often bought at the store.
The waiters swiftly offered cakes or bread that the customers had never tried. They describe the raw material if asked and describe the taste in detail.
A teenager chooses a cupcake. Nafisa had never seen him, but she seemed to be excitedly pointing at the cupcake with a funny hilarious hoot.
Some customers greeted Nafisa kindly.
From the monitor screen, Nafisa also watches over her other stores. Just as busy, especially there is a class decorating tarts for SD children near there.
The sound of the phone distracts Nafisa from her busy life.
“Assalamualaykum, good afternoon Bu Nafisa. I would like to convey that the custody hearing will be held next week at nine in the morning,” said the lawyer guarding the custody case.
“Waalaykumussalam. In the Lord, everything is going well, Mom. I can't wait to stay with the kids again.”
“Iya, Mom. Hopefully smoothly. I see from the side of Mr. Reno and Bu Dela there is no refutation of anything, it looks like Bu Dela has been busy with her baby.”
“Hmm, beware. They are unpredictable.”
“So for sure we will keep an eye on. Good see you next week.”
Hopefully, Nafisa marks the hape calendar for the custody hearing next week.
“Hopefully this time no more hitch.”
***
From a distance a man saw a teenager who had chosen a cupcake in the store Nafisa walking towards him.
He deliberately parked in the furthest shophouse but still quite clearly watching the store.
“Oom this cake.”
The man nodded then took out two hundred thousand pieces.
“What is this doing? People just buy a cake doang,” reply little boy was plain when the man handed over the money sheet.
“Take it, these are the cookies for you too. Mmm how do you see who has a shop? Women wear a robe and veil?”
“Liat. Very friendly just now I was chatting the same on the buy. Oom jealous husband, or a potential subinor? You see, I heard earlier, the brother who has a cafe is married.”
“Hush. Not both.”
“Oh ex does not want to move-on means,” cetus teen with gossip thirsty eyes.
“Sempring. Just there, thank you. Learn the real thing. Clock like this wobble.”
“The brain is not strong Oom. From last night haven't slept help mom make a market snack. Bye Oom. Anyway don't be a pebinor.”
The man was just staring at the fat teenager in uniform who had walked quickly somewhere.
His eyes returned to the shop door. For a few minutes he stayed there. When he saw one of the bodyguards coming out of the tavern, he only pretended to move the parking lot and entered one of the shophouses.
***
The clock in Zayn's office already showed at sixty-thirty. He wore shoes after the Maghrib prayer.
Before leaving, he ensured some transfer of the agreement from accounts payable to an investment whose value was still quite the right customs in business and law.
On the table were several pieces of brownies known from his wife's shop.
Need a stomach booster, Zayn took a piece and then enjoyed the coffee is still warm.
He wondered who was preparing because usually the OB had come home and Roy, his secretary, was on leave that day.
Legit brownies made by Nafisa and coffee is a fitting blend. Zayn finished everything before getting up to prepare to leave for the shop of Nafisa.
The plan is to pick her up and go to Meat Me.
Zayn could have invited him to a famous steakhouse, but he knew his wife wanted to be grateful for the fortune of his business, so he agreed with Nafisa's proposal.
Just getting up from his seat, Zayn's head felt dizzy. His body suddenly overheated.
The man sat down again, then tried to get up after a while. Eyes blurry.
Zayn shook his head.
“Aaah, hot.”
Suddenly his desire flared.
His head is turning. Between conscious and not, he saw someone approaching.
“Nafisa, how are you here?”
Valerie grinned at the sight of her ex-husband who was beginning to lose consciousness. Slowly approached.
Zayn stood up, looking at Nafisa's face lovingly.
“You are so beautiful, dear. Nafisa, I love you so much.”
Valerie won't make a sound, worried that Zayn will realize that she's not Nafisa.
The cunning woman gently touched Zayn's face. Then began to kiss his lips at a glance, just giving stimulation.
Stimulating drugs that have been mixed in cakes and coffee are now reacting quickly.
Zayn replied full of napsu, me lu mat lips that he thought belonged to Nafisa.
Missing Zayn's touch, Valerie men de sah slowly. Letting Zayn's hands take off his clothes one by one.
“Nafisa Honey, I'm not strong nahan. Aaaargh.”
Zayn then inserted his and with a drug boost did the thing that should only be done with his wife.
“Nafisa .. aaah .. Sayaang ..”.
Valerie endured the pain in her core area, not daring to make a sound. His hand grabbed the phone and turned on the video.
Let Zayn continue to rule his innocent body. Valerie remains focused on taking photos and videos. Until Zayn's hand did something down there and he couldn't hold it.
Val sits on top of Zayn Malik. Continue to struggle to satisfy until the man below closed his eyes while groaning.
Valerie took as many videos and photos as possible. His position was favorable because Zayn's face was clearly visible.
“I told you also what, you will not be able to escape from me, Zayn Malik. You got me.”
***
I don't know how many times Nafisa called to hape and her husband's office. Not connected at all.
He tried to contact the office operator but only the sound of the answering machine was heard.
He left a message in voice mail.
“Mas, where? We met at Meat Me, yeah. I have a surprise for you.”
Finally, Nafisa decided to head to the restaurant first.
The servants have arranged in such a way the roof top area with lights and various flowers.
“Assalamualaykum, Bu Nafisa,” greet Silmy, restaurant owners with friendly.
“Waalaykumussalam. Good night, Sir. Wow this is great. Thank you.”
“As culinary entrepreneurs we must help each other. If you need anything, please tell my manager. Greetings to Mr. Zayn, may one day be a direct acquaintance. Come on, say goodbye, Twins already nyariin.”
After Silmy died, Nafisa checked everything again. Then take out a small box and put under the napkin on the bench that Zayn will later occupy.
Nafisa sat down and looked around.
Roof top is very beautiful, the sky is scattered with stars. Breezy wind.
“Where are you, Mas?” Nafisa Mumbles.
Call her husband when some messages come in from an unknown number.
Netra Nafisa.
“Innalillaahi wa innaailaayhi rooji’un.”
With trembling hands and knees forced to be strong, Nafisa grabbed the small box earlier and entered the elevator.
Unable to think, Nafisa exits the restaurant and intercepts a blue taxi passing by to her husband's office.
Tears began to wash over my cheeks.
He looked again carefully, the photos and videos that went into his hape.
Videos and photos of Zayn enjoying Valerie's body full of lust.
Many times Nafisa slammed her hape.
“Istighfar, Mom. Patience,” said the middle-aged driver with a worried tone.
“Mmma-af.” The sound of Nafisa sounded vibrating.
Before long, he arrived at Zayn Malik's office building.
Seeing the wife of the company owner come, security immediately welcomed and prepared to enter.
Nafisa tried to calm down. Lucky he put on a veil so security did not see his face that had been swollen.
“Tegar, Nafisa. Rigid. Bismillaah,”.
Nafisa approached the door of Zayn's room. From inside came the sound of two men fighting a sweat.
Her hand reached for the door lever and a painful and disgusting look was revealed: Valerie was sitting on Zayn's lap. Face to face, shower each other with kisses and caresses.
Valerie who knew of Nafisa's arrival smiled triumphantly.
That instant all the bad memories came to the surface of Nafisa's mind.
Abandoned in the parlor.
Ditalak Reno for no reason.
Tortured in prison.
And now, in plain sight, her husband has sex with his ex-wife.
Nafisa retreated step by step then with the rest of her power back to the taxi that was asked to wait.
“Bu, tumben not the same bodyguard, where are they?” The security greeting that was invited to enter was friendly.
“I-iya. Mari.” Nafisa could not answer. He just wants to get away from there.
The taxi driver who saw Nafisa immediately approached.
“Bu ..” a sweep of seeing Nafisa enter with a body shaking violently.
“Sir, take me away from here. Please.”
“Good, Bu.”
Along the way, the sounds of sobs and istighfar were heard alternately. Nafisa's veil is soaking wet.
The splendid metropolitan lights were unable to comfort her crumbling heart.
An hour around, Nafisa asked to be dropped off at a mall in the suburbs.
“Pak, please drop me there.”
“I wait or how?”
“Neventless. This is me pay cash.”
With a gontai step, Nafisa entered the mall. Look for the women's clothing section. He chose some and paid cash.
In the toilet, it removes the robe, long veil, and veil and then changes with a long toad, sweater and a rectangular veil.
Nafisa moved the money earned from the store to an account number that only she knew.
Then he cut out all the cards he had, including the infinite cards that Zayn and Maryam had given him.
After that he threw away all of his possessions except hape and left by using a taxi that was driving there.
Nafisa stopped at a hape shop, bought the cheapest phone complete with a new SIM card.
Wearing an old phone, he dialed his lawyer's phone number.
Doldrums he gave the order to cancel the custody request. Nafisa also handed over ownership of the store to her two children, Mbok Mi, and Lastri.
His lawyer repeatedly asked, but Nafisa did not want to answer. He kept giving orders and begging his lawyer to be trustworthy.
After that Nafisa took a deep breath and then pressed a number that she still remembered out of her head.
“Yes, Nafisa, what's up?” The voice of Reno ketus.
“Bang, titip kids, yes. Take care and love them. Say sorry that Nafisa can't be a good mother to them.”
“Oh we're not a custody war? Nice!”
The phone was disconnected without waiting for an answer from Nafisa.
Nafisa looked around. The night is getting late. The shops are closing.
He took the ATM and searched the trash to get rid of his old e-cigarette.
“I can't hold on anymore.”
***
Mika entered the office building. Accused by security.
“Night, Sir.”
“Who is still on top?”
“Bapak is still working. The door is closed, I dare not look.”
“Oh ..”
Mikail walked towards the elevator.
“Tadi also Bu Nafisa come and go take a taxi.”
Mikail's steps stopped.
“Taxi Up? Where's the bodyguard?”
“Sorry, he did not answer. I also just so do not know the phone number of the bodyguard Bu Nafisa.”
“Pak Zayn alone?”
“Self, Sir. After sixty-three o'clock, no guests entered. Last employee out at six four five.”
“Good.”
Mika takes the phone and calls Nafisa's number.
Number is inactive.
The man contacted bodyguard Nafisa who was on her way to the office after getting a report from the waiter.
Mika arrived in front of Zayn's room.
The door opened a little. There was the sound of two people sighing with pleasure.
Mika's hands were trembling. Can't imagine Nafisa making love to her cousin's sister. He quickly turned towards his room one floor below.
“Aargh, Zayn. Again, faster!”
Mikail Malik. He immediately turned his body.
“Valerie?”
With a single jolt, the door opened. Zayn and Valerie are fuming at each other.
“Fuck lu Zayn!”
Unable to contain her emotions, Mikail pulled Zayn's body and beat him.
“Mika, stop. He could die!” Shouted Valerie.
“Shut you whore!”
Mikail did not stop raining Zayn with a punch of many times.
Finally a group of security came to hold Mika's body.
“Lease! Let me kill him!”
The head of security gave Valerie a blanket to cover her innocent body.
Mikail's eyes stared fiercely at Valerie.
“What do you love to my sodara?”
“Nothing.”
“Check, how can this prostitute woman get into this building. There must be a responsibility!” Shouted Mikail's doormat.
Some security spring into the monitor room. Others helped Zayn who groaned in pain.
“Nafisa .. Nafisa, please ..”
“Don't you name him using rotten mouth lo!”
Mikail broke free and punched Zayn in the face.
“Pak, please stop. Or you are forced we secure,” said the Chief Security firmly.
“Fine!”
Mikail then walked over to Zayn's desk, picked up the cup and the rest of the brownies there. Put it in the canteen he could find in the room.
Valerie looked at Zayn anxiously, but in her real heart she cheered as her plan worked.
“Don't make fun of it first, hooker. I know your video of the young men you tortured. Guess what, Roy's secretary Zayn you use and he helped you get here, right?”
“Gue don't know what you're talking about, Mik. All I know is that Zayn can't escape me. So, yeah, get lost, get lost, get lost,” reply Valerie with defiant shiny eyes.
Mikail glanced at the unconscious Zayn.
“Bring him to the hospital. This whore was held again in the warehouse until it rotted.”
“Mikail!”
Valerie recalls how she was once held captive in a stuffy warehouse when Maryam said she was the real villain.
“Mikail!”
***
Stepping into her car, Mikail called her friend.
“Bro, please connect me to the CCTV traffic from my office starting at noon tonight.”
Not long after he had found a trace of Nafisa. Without a second thought, Mikail drove her car there.
“Now I ask you to hack CCTV Mall Lembayung Indah. Find a girl wearing a veil and a light blue dress.”
Within minutes, Mikail found the video inside the Mall to the phone shop. From there the trace of the woman disappeared.
“Think, Micah. Think.”
Mikail opened the map application and then looked at the last area visited by Nafisa.
“Okay, hope I can still find you.”
While looking left and right, Mikail directed her car towards the bus terminal not far from it.
His eyes stared pushyly at the woman who helplessly sat leaning against the waiting area.
“I found you, Nafisa.”
***
