The Pawned Marriage
Stand away
After parking the car, Mikail walked over to Nafisa.
Tears could be seen flooding his face which was now plain without a veil.
If Mikail had not seen him in the hospital when Nafisa was unconscious, perhaps she would not have recognized the woman whose heart was breaking to pieces.
Repeatedly Nafisa wiped away the tears with both her hands.
Mikail really wanted to embrace Nafisa and protect her from all grief.
Nafisa leaned her head against the pole. The man then turned his head towards the sobbing and hopeless woman.
“Nafisa,” call Mikail slowly.
Nafisa turned and immediately shook her head.
“No, I don't want to go home, Sir.”
“Where to go? We finish it well.”
“Can there be a good solution when with your own eyes see the husband is making love with another woman? That's my same father?” Nafisa asked as she pleased and tears filled her eyes.
Mika sat beside Nafisa.
“Slide, Sir. Not mahram.”
“Sorry.” Mika shifted, more amazed to see how Nafisa still keep herself in any condition.
“Nafisa, where are you going? You don't want to fight for Aurelie and Milo?”
Nafisa is getting more and more confused. Some people came, including security, asking what happened.
“She, she wants to rob me.”
“Nafisa!” Mikail was wide at hearing the answer Nafisa gave. People looked at him suspiciously.
“No, Sir. I'm a brother to him. Nafisa. Please.”
“Lying! I don't know him.”
Security said firmly.
“Bring to the office. I think I saw this guy a few days back and forth.”
“Eh who? Father do not macem-macem I will matter later,” firmly Mikail before engaging in an argument with the man who ditengkatinya.
The opportunity Nafisa used to run away and stay away.
Rush to buy a bus ticket with the fastest departure, no matter where, which is clear he just wants to stay away. The city is too painful to hold on to the slightest item.
From the top of the bus, Nafisa briefly saw Mika being led towards the terminal security headquarters.
“Sorry, Sir ..” Murmured Nafisa while leaning her head and closing her eyes.
No one can guess destiny. The day that began with love ended miserably. Once again, Nafisa is driven away and wasted.
***
Mikail cursed when she found that Nafisa was no longer in the terminal.
It was hard to convince him that he was not robbed or a suspicious person at the bus terminal, finally free after one of the security forces recognized him as Mikail Malik.
The man asked the counter attendant if he saw someone with traits like Nafisa. Unfortunately he was the officer who had just arrived after the shift change.
Not wanting to give up, Mikail requested a bus departure schedule around the time she was herded into the office.
After suspecting Nafisa was riding the timetable bus, Mikail called someone.
“Bro, please you grab my car. The spare key is in the drawer of the worktable. Keep there are cups and plates that you have to send to forensics.”
“What's up, Bro?”
“Cracked, all falling apart. I have to go. I'll give you a new number because I'll leave this number on. Don't tell anyone I'm calling you.”
“Siap, ntar I finish.”
“Titip home and my Bude. Lu watch. Especially if Valerie gets back into the Malik family.”
“Beres. Keep in touch.”
Mikail then searches for a rental vehicle to catch a bus that Nafisa allegedly boarded.
“Fuck you, Zayn!” Snarled.
***
At an out-of-town bus stop, Nafisa's bus stops to pick up passengers.
Mika gets on the bus. Breathe a sigh of relief when you see Nafisa there. Sit with your head against the window with a blank look.
Wearing a baseball cap and changing out of work clothes with sportswear, Mika sits on a row of Nafisa benches.
Forcing her tall self to sit comfortably on a trip far enough away: Banyuwangi.
***
Zayn woke up suddenly.
“Nafisa!” Call him half screaming.
The man looked around in an unfamiliar room. His mother sat on the sofa staring cynically with her eyes puffy.
“Bu, where is Zayn? Aw!” Zayn complained because his jaw was painful due to Mikail's blow.
“Hospital.”
“Mana Nafisa? Why is Mom crying?”
Mary looked at her son sadly.
“Bu, where's Nafisa?” Zayn gushed down from the bed and took off the infusion.
Sadly Mary let her child.
“Bu. What happened to Nafisa. Is she okay? Mom why is it silent?”
“Nafisa is gone, Nak.”
Zayn stopped moving. His body was limp until he had to prop up to the bed.
“Ngak. Not likely. What's going on, Mom? Zayn doesn't remember.”
Maryam sat her son.
“Sit, Zayn. Tell me what you remember last night.”
“I want to see Nafisa first.”
“Zayn Malik! Be seated! Tell me what you remember!” Maryam's snapping made Zayn gasp.
“Bu, what's wrong? Last night, Nafisa and I agreed to eat at Meat Me. I don't remember when we finally got there. Before leaving, Nafisa instead came to the office. We ... we passed a beautiful night together ..”
“Beautiful night both Nafisa?”
Netra Zayn stared in surprise at her mother.
“Who else, Mom? Please, I want to meet Nafisa,” said Zayn then got up from his seat.
“We don't remember this?”
Maryam shows photos and videos of Zayn Malik peppering with Valerie in such a way.
“That was your beautiful night?”
Zayn's eyes were wide.
“Not possible. It's prank, isn't it, Mom? Last night I did it with Nafisa.”
Maryam took a breath.
“No, Zayn. You did it last night with Valerie. And Nafisa .. Nafisa saw you two.”
“Not possible. No!” Zayn throws the hape he holds.
Tears fell from the corner of Zayn's eyes, and so did Maryam.
“Nafisa doesn't come home overnight.”
“I have to find Nafisa. Where's my outfit.”
“Mothers have already mobilized all our people to look for her, Zayn.”
“Why can I be here? Where's Mikail?”
“Mom also couldn't find Mikail. He found you with Valerie and went straight after Nafisa. Until now no one can know where he is.”
“I have a car track and hapenya. Where's my hose, ma'am?”
“The car and its hape were found in the Blok M area. I've checked the CCTV traffic and it looks like it's been removed.”
Zayn covered his face.
“I have to get out of here and find Nafisa.”
Maryam stared sadly at her son who went into the bathroom to change his clothes.
Unconcerned by the diagnosis of the doctor who told him to rest for fear of a concussion, Zayn was discharged from the hospital.
With trembling hands he contacted his contacts in the police force.
“Waaah, Zayn Malik, you entered DPO loh ..” said a friend in the police.
“Means?”
“Loh, where are you, bro? You don't see the internet? Your bawdy photos are the same ex everywhere. There's a unit assigned to take you to the office. You better volunteer to come here.”
Zayn massaged the tip of his nose.
“Valerie?”
“Job!”
“Oya, one more, Bro. Valerie said that Mikail ordered the storage. He reported your brother. He is also logged into DPO now.”
“Gue there.”
“Bring lawyer.”
***
Ten more hours, Nafisa was on the bus. When the other passengers got off, he did not move at all.
Even when the young mother sitting next to him offered him a drink, he was silent.
Mikail was very worried about Nafisa's mental state.
Arriving at the Banyuwangi terminal, all passengers disembarked. Staggered Nafisa rose from her seat. Mikail swiftly caught the weak body that was now unconscious.
The passengers were panicking and feeling sorry. Offering various forms of wind oil and fanning Nafisa.
“Nafisa, wake.”
Finally, Mika carried Nafisa into the maternity clinic not far from the terminal.
A young nurse and midwife helped him.
“Bidan Dian, please have passengers faint.”
“Quick lay it here.”
Mikail lays Nafisa to ataa brangkar. Quickly, a midwife named Dian took a stethoscope and a blood pressure gauge.
“You're her husband?”
“Not.”
“Mahram?”
“Not.”
“Please wait outside. I'll check first.”
Midwife Dian closed the curtain then looked at the face of the woman who was drooping helplessly on top of the gurney. His forehead wrinkled.
“Nafisa?”
***
Valerie looked at Zayn with a triumphant look.
“Hai, Babe.”
Zayn didn't budge, went straight into the examination room.
Six hours he was checked to see if he was the one spreading the photos and videos.
The alibi broke the suspicion because all night Zayn was lying in the hospital.
In his blood was the rest of the traces of stimulant drugs. Unexpectedly, the police obtained anonymous forensic evidence against the plates and cups that Zayn was wearing.
Valerie now faces charges of poisoning and defamation. Slyly, he said that he did not know to know.
The woman insisted that her arrival was to congratulate her. Unexpectedly he was greeted by Zayn with a touch until finally tempted.
Regarding the spread of photos and videos, he also did not know because his hape had been confiscated by Zayn's office security. So Val directed the police to also conduct an investigation there.
While at the police station, Zayn searches for Nafisa. There was not a single crack that could indicate where his wife was after leaving the office.
“Mikail!” He was furious because he believed his cousin helped Nafisa to say something.
As there was no evidence of the spread of the incriminating video and photos Zayn and Valerie were released. The lawyers are still taking care of everything so Zayn and Valerie will have to wait.
The reporters began to arrive.
While Zayn was in the fog looking for Nafisa, Valerie instead enjoyed the moment when reporters asked about the possibility of a referral.
“I know we weren't supposed to do the deed last night. I'm sorry. There is no intention for me to be an actor. But I feel there is still a spark between us, so yeah just wait.”
Zayn snorted angrily and then approached the reporter. As the mosquitoes saw the prey, they immediately invaded Zayn.
“No splash. Last night was a mistake. Nafisa, go home, honey. Mas ... Mas sorry,” he said with his throat choked.
With gontai, Zayn got into his car. Leaving Valerie builds story about her relationship with Zayn Malik after divorce.
***
Nafisa woke up and sat down.
“Mas Zayn!”
Dian and Mikail were rushing closer.
“Nafis. Ssssh, relax, you're safe here.”
“I where? Mr. Mika, I dream of Mas Zayn and Mrs Val ....”
Nafisa looked at Mikail then Dian took turns. He only realized that there was a foreign face as well as a place he was unfamiliar with.
“I where? Thank God it was just a dream. I have to prepare everything for my husband. Why am I infused? Mr Mika, where's Mas Zayn?”
Mika and Midwife Dian looked at each other.
“Nafi, you rest first, you're out of a long trip. I made you a warm sweet tea. You are dehydrated and seem to have not eaten for a long time,” replied Dian while telling Nafisa to lie back down.
From outside the curtain came the voice of another patient. Mothers who tell stories.
“Crazy too yes, Zayn Malik equals Valerie. Could make that nasty photo. Zayn didn't think of his wife. Where new mating three months.”
Netra Nafisa.
“Not a dream ..” whispered and then stared nanar at Mikail.
“Pak ...”
“Quiet, Nafisa. Istighfar,” whispered Mikail didn't want the lady in front to hear her mention Nafisa's name.
Dian went straight out and let the patients wait for a while on the terrace of the clinic on the grounds that there is an emergency action and the patient needs to calm down.
The sweet-natured midwife returned to the Nafisa cage that was now holding back tears. Next to him, Mikail stood awkwardly.
“I can't give him a calm cure because it's not a doctor. But if his psychiatric condition really bothers me, I am forced to transfer to a large hospital. Mmm can you teach? In the past when she was a child, if her mother's condition was dropping, Nafisa always taught.”
Mikail's face looked panicked.
“Mmm I have not been smooth. But if the letters are short, in shea Allah can.”
“Not what, just read it. I'll stay a while. My blinds open a little so there is no slander. I will also place a nurse to take care of.”
“Thank you, Midwife Dian.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Mikail.”
Nafisa was still sobbing while covering her face with both hands. Mirih, Mikail read out short letters from juz 30.
After a while, Nafisa said in a hindeng voice, “Pak, makasi have read. I am more calm. This abis learned njai, yes.”
“You ..”
“I want ablution and then pray. Free nangisin lecherous husband moral.”
Mikail's throat was blocked. He suspected that Valerie's cunning had a part in this bitter incident but hesitated to tell Nafisa.
Last night, when Zayn had sex with Valerie, his cousin kept calling his wife's name.
Mikail is trying to calm down, “Wait for Midwife Dian. You're still infused. Nafisa, I'm sorry for Zayn's behavior. But I'm sure he ..”
“Enough, Sir. I am tired of crying. It may have been my destiny to be betrayed. But this is the last one. I will not open my heart to anyone anymore. Inget, Sir, if one day you get married, do not play fire.”
Mikail listened to Nafisa who was still as excited and spoke in a tearful old bindeng voice. His eyes are swollen, his nose red.
From the face that was still wet with tears, came the strong determination of the woman to rise.
Dian came in with a little food.
“Nafi, you look better. Thank God.”
“I want to pray, can I, Midwife?”
“Oh, can-can. I took off the infusion for a moment.”
After her hands were free, Nafisa slowly followed the nurse who was assigned to accompany her to the clinic musala.
When Nafisa fainted, Mika and Dian had already exchanged stories.
For the sake of treatment, Mika recounted that Nafisa had amnesia from a young age and had experienced mental depression when released from prison.
Dian shed tears heralding the life story of Nafisa.
From the side of Dian, he was sure that the woman who became his patient was Nafisa Salsabila, a friend in childhood.
From the wallet, he took out a picture of himself and Nafisa was laughing wide at the riverbank. Each one carried a basket of fish.
Mikail also believes because Nafisa's face does not change much after adulthood. Dian said that Nafisa moved to Malaysia, but then lost contact.
Once, Dian got an assignment to the Neighboring State after midwife education. He looked for Nafisa.
The company where Nafisa's father works says Nafisa's father moved to Dubai in a coma and Nafisa went missing at the behest of her stepmother.
Luckily they kept the poor family's belongings and allowed Dian to take them home.
Dian had asked her mother, Ms. Romlah who lives in her hometown to come and Nafisa's aunt who is now a kara after her husband died. Aunt Nafisa is the younger sister of Nafisa's mother.
Together with Mikail, they all agreed to look after and care for Nafisa.
***
