The Pawned Marriage
Finding a Family
Zayn was sitting in his room that was already broken.
If it can burn, it will burn the room where she made love to Valerie.
“Nafisa ... return ..”
His hand repeatedly pressed Nafisa's hape number.
He had lost track of his wife. Not twenty-four hours but Nafisa has been lost like swallowed by the earth.
Not a single CCTV camera can give a clue as to where his wife is going.
Zayn was convinced of Mikail's interference. Her cousin was trained to remove the tracks.
Allegedly now Nafisa with Mikail made Zayn crawl his own hair.
Can't imagine how devastated Nafisa felt when she saw her husband make love to another woman.
With a gontai move, Zayn headed to the basement where his car was parked.
His forehead creased to see one person standing next to his car.
“Reno?”
“BRASS YOU ZAYN MALIK. BASTARD!”
Reno lashed out a punch in the face and body of Zayn who had not recovered properly.
Zayn fell down and Reno kicked him. Some security came and immediately bent Reno.
“Lease! Your scoundrel! Why did you hurt Nafisa? I'm the one who ruined his life, not you. Release, asshole!”
Reno continues to struggle to free herself.
Assisted by one of the security, Zayn stood still staggering. One of Reno's punches hit the heartburn causing Zayn to lose his breath.
“Release him,” Zayn orders while coughing and vomiting.
Once free, Reno was about to attack Zayn but was immediately bent.
“Ren, what's your problem, huh? Don't interfere. You take care of your baby. Watch out if there's anything with Nafisa's son!” Zayn finally.
Reno's body decays but is held back by the security.
“Go, Ren, stop mukul. I'm fucked up again!”
“Ya you are fucked! Nafisa, where is Nafisa, Zayn?”
“Why are you looking for him? Urus Dela and your children!”
“Can't, Zayn. I can't survive if I don't see Nafisa.”
Zayn.
“Cute me!”
Zayn reached out to help Reno then walked towards the private elevator that led them to the special room.
After sitting he said, “News!”
“Zayn, I'm an asshole husband. I betrayed Nafisa until I finally got into Dela's trap. By Allah, Zayn, when Nafisa worked in Yogya, I did not play crazy with Dela. I stick behind your money and quickly pick up Nafisa.”
“Trus?”
“Decisively Dela influenced my customers to cancel the purchase of houses. I have to pay them money. Then my money in vain was actually detained. Goblognya, I have no agreement so I can not take it to the realm of law. And what I'm more afraid of is that one day he's home, sitting next to my kids' beds. They sleep well when they are not sleeping hours. Dela said that if her mother does not exist, it is very easy for children to woe.”
Reno threw a look of despair far out the window.
“For God's sake, he showed all the photos of Nafisa again in the same market Mbok Mi and Lastri. He also told people to drag Nafisa but did not get hit. All that will stop if I want to marry him.”
Zayn.
“Gue once wanted to run away with the kids but he already had his people. Before my plan was finalized, Milo was missing. My son was sedated so he didn't want to. I beg Dela to release Milo, the condition is one, I married him at that time.”
With a trembling voice, Reno continued, “Gue panicked when Nafisa suddenly came home. Silently Dela has prepared a knife for Aurelie's pain if urgent. I had to fall for talak so that Nafisa would leave. You know, when your cousins and people brought Nafisa, I didn't want to live, Zayn.”
Zayn asked, “Gue see your kids can nerima Dela?”
“Dela is still good with them. Always buy toys, take them out of the country. Milo was a child, his mind was plain. Maybe Aurielie's a little distance-keeping. That's why every night, I hug Aurelie. In sleep, she always called her mother. I'm afraid that Aurelie is flippant and Dela listens, keeps on crazing. Dela's sick, Zayn. He killed the man who tortured his mother. Mutilated.”
“Why do you recklessly take custody? Why don't you justin Nafisa who foster her children?” Zayn asked again while frowning.
“Because Dela threatened me. He's sure as long as Aurelie and Milo are around, I won't mess around. Hence he desperately defended Aurelie and Milo. He even kidnapped Nafisa. And he seems to know .. he knows that I am the one who is reading Nafisa. Yes, men use that motorbike I.”
Zayn jerks.
“Lu also nolongin Nafisa on the bridge?”
“Iya, and also a fire in the store. I only lost to you in prison. I can't afford to protect Nafisa. Zayn, please, Nafisa is not my wife anymore, but please you find her by the way.”
“What is the need?”
“Please don't kill me, because there's Aurelie and Milo I have to take care of. Every day I look for ways to see Nafisa from afar. Including me posing as a doctor just to be able to see him in the hospital. She’s my air, my sunshine. Just by looking at him so that only the end of his game, I have a reason to stay sane.”
Zayn. Her heart was pinched as it turned out that behind Reno's cold demeanor, she still held a lot of love for Nafisa.
“Nafisa must be helped by Mika. My cousin taught himself to be an expert at removing traces. I'm fucked, Ren.”
“Good lu khianatin Nafisa. You are a BASTARD!”
“Valerie love medicine in my cake and coffee. And it turns out my secretary whose name is Roy was helping. Now Roy is gone.”
Reno laughs harassingly.
“Kok can anyway, Zayn Malik, security same bodyguard aja sebeloton can not prevent one woman so as not to disturb your life again?”
“That's it, Ren. I also nanya, why from the beginning you can not keep your napsu from Dela. Was that the beginning?”
Sighing, Reno got up from his chair.
“I'll help you as much as I can.”
Without saying goodbye, Reno steps away leaving behind Zayn.
Her memories go back to yesterday morning lovingly with Nafisa. Spoiled whine to escape from her husband's confinement. A crisp laugh as Zayn landed a kiss on the curve of his neck. Until the sound of******* which becomes opium when they finally enjoy love.
“If I could repeat time with you, Darling ..”
Tight chest.
“Aaargh!”
Zayn kicked the table and called someone.
“Exit this building and then collapse, flat to the ground. I don't want any of its marks. Send our people to all bus stations, my wife can't take a train or a plane because she has to fill in the passenger data. He must have taken the bus or rented a car. Also look into all car rentals. Give me a report this afternoon!”
***
Nafisa sat on the rocks facing the open sea. Mikail and Dian were sitting not far from there.
“So Nafisa already has two children and now they are with her husband and stepmother?”
“Yep.”
“Such a trial that he had to face alone. You know, his mother died in Nafisa's lap. I was there. His mother advised Nafisa to be a child who ..”
“Fresh and kind,” said Mikail who often heard Nafisa always remembered the advice.
“Ya, right. She's the story, huh?”
“Nafisa don't remember who loves advice. But he always tried to follow. Last time the trauma was rumored, I heard from Bude that Nafisa called her mother.”
“Dian ..”
Two middle-aged women walked over. Mikail noticed that one of them had a Nafisa-like face.
“Mother, Bulik Siti.” Dian kissed the takzim both.
The woman called Bulik Siti saw Nafisa.
“Yes Allah. Romlah see, Nafisa is very similar to the late Mbak Jamila.” Bulik Siti's voice shakes because of haru.
Mikail approaching.
“Meet me Mikail Malik. Nafisa's husband is Zayn Malik, my cousin.”
“Innalillaahi wa innaailayhi rooji’un. So Nafisa is married to Zayn Malik whose nasty videos are scattered everywhere? Yes Allah, Nafisa ..”
Mikail's throat was blocked.
“Nafisa's biological mother is my older sister. He used to call me Bulik Siti. I heard from Dian, Nafisa got amnesia. Yes Allah kok mesakno tenan to cah iki.”
“God, Mom. Nafisa mboten menopause-menopo. He can't remember everything that happened before he got to the parlor,” Mikail replied again.
“Yes Allah, keep Joseph piye?”
“Yusuf?” Ask Mikail in astonishment.
“Bapak e Nafisa ku jenenge Yusuf. Ibune jenengi Jamila's. Yusuf works in petroleum Malaysia. After three months they lost their news. Dian is really the same position as Nafisa,” explained Bulik Siti. His net continued to stare at the woman who was still sitting staring at the high sea.
Bulik Siti asked timidly, “Pak Mikail, opo, Nafisa loi bojone nganu ..”
With a heavy heart Mikail replied, “Looks, Bu.”
“Wis, Nafisa lives here. She hasn't had a child tho karo bojone?”
“Nafisa is divorced from her previous husband and has two children. Her name is Aurelie and Milo.”
“Innalillaahi! Kenopo?”
“Mmm Reno, her ex-husband married again. The custody of the children is held by Reno. I'll tell you everything later, but now it's important Nafisa calm down first.”
“Lah, Mr Mika how did Nafisa come here?” Tanya Bulik Siti.
Hardening her jaw, Mikail replied, “So my cousin couldn't find Nafisa. But if it is ready, I do not mind delivering again Nafisa to her husband.”
“Yo, yo. Dian, can we get your house tha?”
“Can, we sak karepe Nafisa. But I can't make Mr. Mika, yes. Afraid slander. However, Nafisa left without her husband's permission together instead of a mahram. Later Dian help find lodging near there.” Ms. Romlah replied before Dian could agree. He wanted to keep his daughter's good name.
“Not a problem. What is clear is that I will be here making sure Nafisa is okay. I'll call Nafisa for a moment.”
Mikail approached Nafisa.
“Mmm, Nafisa, you can rest first at the house of Midwife Dian.”
Nafisa's eyes were staring blankly.
“Nafisa ..” Call Mika slowly.
“Mbak Nafi ..” Call Bulik Siti.
Nafisa. His net looked on in wonder.
“Mother?” With her memories still not returned, Nafisa only often dreamed of a figure like the one she saw standing in front of her.
Gegas Nafisa rushed to hug Bulik Siti who also immediately replied tightly.
The two hugged for a long time, crying shedding longing. Bulik Siti does have a face similar to Jamila, only in a larger stature.
Romlah and Dian saw both full of haru. Mikail is relieved as the riddles of Nafisa's past life begin to be answered.
“Mother, Nafi does not want to be alone anymore. Nafi wants to be with Mother. Don't stayin ..”
“No, the important thing is Mbak Nafi calm down first. Come, first promise to be strong and kind.”
“Enjoyful, Mother. My breath is not strong. Nafi cape ..”
Nafisa continues to hug Bulik Siti.
Dian stroked her best friend's back, “Nafi, come to my house. We can relax there.”
“Mother?” Nafisa still hugged Bulik Siti tightly.
“We're going there. Mbak Nafi shower we continue to pray dzuhur after that meal. You still pepes the same fish as fried bananas?”
Nafisa unravels her embrace.
“Nafi don't remember, Mommy.”
“Wis, take us to Dian's house first. Not all will be. I'm Romlah, Dian's mother. Yuk, hot start iki.”
They then boarded the omprengan towards Nafisa's house.
Nafisa did not take off Bulik Siti's hand and leaned on her shoulder.
Mikail lowered her hat to cover half her face.
“Why?” Ask Dian astonished.
“So that is unknown. Your home is in town or in the countryside?”
“Campung, don't be surprised, yes.”
“Good. If here is easy to recognize.”
“As I recall reading the wedding news of Zayn Malik, his wife wearing a veil.”
“Nafisa did open the veil when decided to stop by.”
“Good, no one knows him. But you, there is no village whose style is a city. You will wear the clothes of my husband.”
“Eh no, I can buy.”
“Mmm, my husband is dead. He was a soldier, killed on the Earth of Papua. All his clothes have been donated, there are only a few that you can wear.”
“Innalillaahi wa innaailayhi rooji’un. Sorry.”
Dian's voice trembled slightly.
“My husband died defending his homeland. Nothing to be sad about. I'm proud because up to the last point of blood he was still fighting to free his partner who was being held by the opponent. As soon as I heard from his boss.”
Mikail glanced at Dian. Covered brown robe with pink flowers with matching veil.
Her face is sweet with dimples on the left cheek. His eyes were clear and the highlight was soft, his style of speech firm yet friendly.
“When Nafisa moved to Malaysia, I cried for a few days. Still remember before leaving the village, he and his father stopped by the tomb. Me and friends chasing and accompanying their car to the big road.”
“You guys are that close?”
“Yapc. We are like sodara. Envelopes and stamps rich people first. That breath is hard. His father TKI often worked abroad and returned home only twice a year. So as long as her mother is sick, she's the one taking care of.”
“He also took care of Budeku. She told me why she always wanted to be a nurse. Since Nafisa's treatment, Bude so have spirit healed. Even for Bude, Nafisa has been considered as his own child.”
Dian smiled.
“Nafisa is always easy to like. There is always someone who loves and helps her. It used to be like that. He is the type of person who always does everything sincerely. So sad to hear how hard the ordeal must be faced.”
Romlah looked at his son.
“Dian, car charter only from the front base. I have money kok.”
“Biar .. let me pay for everything. You just show me where I can rent a car.”
“Let me alone, you are tall, handsome anyway. There are many who would want.”
Realizing her words, Dian covered her mouth with both hands.
Mikail's breath jerks.
“Mmm anyway you are here aja,” said Dian while going away because of embarrassment.
From across their seats, Romlah secretly smiled at the interaction of his daughter with Mikail.
***
Dian's house is located an hour more than her clinic. In a village near the beach. House with a large yard and a variety of plants in pots. There's a tricycle parked haphazardly in the yard.
“Ibuuuuu,” shouted a three-year-old girl who was chased by a middle-aged woman as soon as they all went down.
The Son stopped seeing Nafisa and Mikail, but when he saw his mother he immediately scattered.
“Ibuuuu, angeeen,” he said while soaring for a sling.
“Eyang Mamaaa,” shouted again when he saw Romlah also get off the car.
“Holeee much amuuu,” chirp jovial. The boy stole a glance at Nafisa and Mikail.
“Ayesha, know this Aunt Nafisa and Oom Mikail. Aunt Nafisa is Mom's best friend. Oom Mikail mmm her cousin Aunt Nafisa.”
Aisyah nodded then from the sling reached out to Nafisa then to Mikail.
“Oom endong,” the door while leaning towards Mikail.
“Whop,” cetus Mikail while welcoming Aisyah's body. His hand came into contact with Dian.
Mika smiled towards Dian who immediately walked quickly into the house.
Carrying Aisyah, Mikail walked behind Nafisa.
“Pak Mika, Nafi, this is my mother-in-law, Ms. Wati. Aisyah calls her Eyang Ibu.”
Nafisa and Mikail immediately kissed the reverence. They sat in a large and comfortable living room.
Romlah and Wati embrace each other because they have not seen each other for a long time. Also Bulik Siti.
“What do you drink?” Ask Dian to everyone.
“Wis make sweet tea for Nafisa, if Nak Mika wants coffee? Dian if make good coffee loh,” babble Romlah.
Wati immediately noticed Mikail to make the man misbehave.
“Eh yes, coffee aja.”
“My menu is also good for snacks. Before leaving, you made a klepon tho, Dian. Try to get outin let Mas Mika and Mbak Nafi try,” continued Wati again.
Four years ago his son died on the battlefield. Dian is pregnant young. Wati saw for herself Dian's struggle to sincerely accept destiny.
Until now Dian raised Aisyah alone. There is no desire to marry again even though many are approaching.
Dian came with drinks and small meals.
“Mbak Dian, can I go to the bathroom?” Ask Nafisa.
Dian immediately took her to the bathroom.
“Sorry how it is yes.”
“Not a problem for me. Thank you.”
“Let me get you some clothes. Please if you want to shower to be fresher,” said Dian again kindly. Nafisa nodded weakly.
Before long, Nafisa came out with a fresher face. Mikail stared dumbfoundedly unaware that a pair of eyes were looking at her in disappointment.
“Sorry I am the same Mr. Mikail so troublesome,” cetus Nafisa, taking place next to Bulik Siti.
Mikail replied, “Bidan Dian and Bu Romlah will introduce us as cousins. So you can call me Mas.”
Dian lowered her face.
“Oh so. Mmm I think it's best, brother, because Mas is a call to Mas Zayn. But I don't know, everything's messed up, I'm confused.”
“I don't mind. Miss Romlah and Bulik Siti invite you to stay here. You can use the time to calm down.”
Nafisa looked at Bulik Siti, still thinking of her as her Mother.
“Terserah Mbak Nafi's. Bulik will accompany.”
“Bulik?” Nafisa asked in astonishment.
Bulik Siti took a deep breath in last
said, “True, Darling. I'm your bulik, your mother's sister. It used to be similar. Jamila, your mother is much prettier. You look a lot like your late mother.”
“Mendiang? Mother ... Mother does not exist?”
Bulik Siti shook her head.
From her room, Dian brought a box and put it on the table. The midwife sat down before Nafisa.
“Nafi, you and I were together when we were kids. We could not be separated until your mother died and Oom Yusuf decided to move to Malaysia.”
Dian took 2 photos from the box.
“This is a photo of you with your father and mother when you were on vacation to Dufan. And here's a photo of the two of us as champions of sack racing in school.”
Nafisa took the two photos and watched them.
“Dad, Mother ..” Her index finger felt the picture of her parents.
Then he looked at his picture with Dian.
She hugged Dian.
“I know the boy in the photo is me. I may lose my husband to betrayal but I get the family I've longed for,” he said interspersed with happy sobs.
***
