The Pawned Marriage

Surely I can

It's been almost two months Nafisa's been living with Dian. Although consciously going without the permission of the husband is a big sin, but he has not been able to meet with Zayn.

Although Mikail has proven that Zayn was given stimulants by Valerie but the pain of seeing her husband make love full of drugs still can not be treated.

In the capital, Zayn still hasn't broken charcoal looking for his wife. In the big cities, he spread his men. Every day he waited for good news that never came.

According to his wishes the office building where he did the cursed act with Valerie had been razed to the ground.

Mary fell ill. Too shocked by the household of the two people he loved so much.

Now his heart has a problem so he must often go back and forth to the hospital to check even in hospital.

In one show Maryam once begged Nafisa to go home and talk about everything well.

Valerie on the other hand builds a story that Nafisa and Mikail took the opportunity to be together. Moreover, Mikail once expressed love with a flying balloon had gone viral in the virtual world.

The cunning woman managed to convolve from the accusations of giving drugs, even saying it was all Nafisa's wits to skip the romantas night and instead become a weapon to eat master.

That night the sky of Banyuwangi bright. Nafisa sat on the swing by herself. Late at night

cradling everything in that house to fly into dreamland.

“Can't sleep?” Sapa Dian who was already standing beside the swing.

Nafisa.

“We sit there yuk,” take Nafisa while stepping into the gazebo ala-ala on the edge of the yard.

Dian followed Nafisa.

“Sorry until now I haven't remembered you. But it seems like our childhood is exciting, yes.”

While chuckling, Dian smiled. During this time he often told Nafisa about their childhood full of laughter and sorrow, especially if Nafi had to alone bring her mother to the city for treatment.

“From the first time you were tough. Even now you are still,” reply Dian while throwing stones in a small pool next to the gazebo.

Nafisa did not answer.

“I miss my kids.”

“Go home. Solve your problems not by running away like this.”

“I'm afraid.”

“Direct war is not as scary as we imagine. Every time Mas Aris left, I was always afraid he wouldn't come back. I thought I'd die if that happened. How long I loved him. In the end I was told he died on the battlefield my fear turned into kink. Especially since there is a fetus that needs me, as do you.”

Nafisa rubbed her stomach which started to bulge.

“Nine weeks. That night I planned to give a gift in the form of a test pack with two lines to Mas Zayn ..” Nafisa's voice sounded hanging.

“Not too late. On TV, any social media, your husband always begs you to come home. Anyway you need to eradicate the pests of leafhoppers that are busy spreading hoaxes about you and Mas Mikail.”

“It looks like so. I find it hard to forget what happened. Trauma in prison sometimes still like to appear. The shadow of seeing Mas Zayn and his ex that night almost drove me crazy.”

“Love because of God. Maybe you should change your mind. There is God where you lean. God will not allow His servant to be destroyed if he continues to be patient and pray. Turn tired into lillah.”

Netra Nafisa warms up.

“Thank you. Thank you for being my best friend from then until now.”

“Hey, we have envelopes and stamps. Now there is no more. Or a sutil-same skillet?”

The two women laughed. The tears of Nafisa changed with a warm feeling that spread in her heart.

“Alright, I will try to go home and talk about everything,” Nafisa said after thinking for a moment.

“You want me to accompany?”

“Aisya?”

“Well, if allowed Si Boss,” replied Dian while chuckling.

***

Mikail, Nafisa, and Dian rented a vehicle to the Capital.

In her seat, Nafisa squeezed her hands out of nervousness. Then he read some letters from the Qur’an to calm down.

“We took a break at that restaurant first, yeah. I'm kind of sleepy. Need to copy,” suggested Mikail who has been driving for four hours from Banyuwangi.

The two women who were with him nodded as they also needed to go to the restroom.

The restaurant with a simple but slick building serves a variety of warm drinks and tempting food.

After ordering a bitter glass of coffee, Mikail ordered a soto ceker for the three of them.

Nafisa and Dian joined in and sipped fresh savory soto soup. The three engaged in a warm conversation and managed to keep Nafisa a little entertained.

Television is broadcasting gossip news. Being cool joking suddenly Nafisa's body and face stiffened.

On the screen, Zayn and Valerie are making statements to the media.

“Kerasin deh sir, it's a depraved husband who plays crazy with his ex,” the mother of the restaurant owner told her husband.

Zayn's face was thin, his eyes were tired. While beside her Valerie sumringah while hooking her hand to Zayn's arm.

The voice of the man who was still the husband of Nafisa.

“Good afternoon media partner. We both apologise for the noise we caused. We are currently receiving the fruit of the act because Valerie is pregnant with my child. We are getting married soon ..”

Netra Zayn showed great sadness.

“Have your first wife given permission?” Ask one of the media.

Zayn swallowed the saliva.

Valerie replied lightly, “My husband-to-be will take care of everything immediately and we both together will be a happy family forever, huh, Mas?”

Zayn did not respond and immediately left the interview place heeding the reporters who called his name.

Back the camera highlights Valerie's happy-looking face while showing her already protruding belly.

Nafisa held her breath, the tear feathers expanded in the fertilizer and hurriedly removed.

“Nafi,” shrewd Dian while embracing her best friend.

In front of him Mikail hardened his jaw.

Nafisa nodded while strengthening her mentality.

“In shaa Allah, I am strong. We are strong yes, Dek.”

Mikail. Dian did not tell the pregnancy Nafisa hidden behind a loose robe.

“Fuck, Zayn should know!” His fury.

“Kakak will take care of you. Don't worry, everything will be fine.”

Dian glanced towards the glass screen that highlighted Valerie's body that began to contain and the stomach that began to pop.

In the heart of the mind, “The most new gestational age is a few weeks, kok already so his stomach.”

***

A few weeks after announcing her marriage, Zayn received a brown envelope with religious court tacob.

He left the envelope a few, until this morning he braced himself.

“Nafisa, you definitely know that I have no intention of doing it with Valerie. I even remember doing it with you. But when you see it, I'm sure you're in a lot of pain. And now Mas has to marry Val because there's a fetus there. Does Mas have to let go for your happiness?”

Ever since Valerie told her that she was pregnant, Zayn had lost the desire to find Nafisa. Not because she accepted Valerie and her baby lovingly, but she did not want to hurt Nafisa any further.

Zayn took a pen to sign the divorce papers. A signature that will change his life and Nafisa's.

“Bismillaah, hope this is the best.”

***

Nafisa breathes the air of her hometown. After a stirring impression, he asked to be escorted here to make a pilgrimage to his mother's grave.

Actually when she knew her mother was gone, Nafisa wanted to make a pilgrimage, but Dian forbade because of the very young gestational age and Nafisa was also in a depressed state.

In her hometown, Nafisa lives temporarily in Bulik Siti's house, while Mikail stays at a neighboring house not far from there.

Nafisa had repeatedly asked Mikail to come home but the man was determined to stand up.

“Does Big Brother still have a taste for me? If, yes, forget it. Nafisa did not want to marry again. In shaa Allah after this I will open a cake making business again so that I can support myself and my baby.” Nafisa asked that time when they had only been there for a few days.

Mikail smiling. From the beginning, he really liked the style of Nafisa's speech that was slipping.

“Can I still protect and keep you as a sister?”

Nafisa smiled, “So I like Dian, huh? He also likes loh.”

“Aah you smile, Brother's heart melts again,” always while staring at Dian who just came out of Bulik Siti's house but decided to enter again as soon as seeing Mikail and Nafisa talking.

“Cursue, gih. But inget, yes, if you get sick sister Dian, then I do not want to know Brother again.”

“Siap, Boss. My cousin's sister has no intention of hurting you either, Nafisa. I hope you know that. It just seems like your destiny is like this. The strong, yes ..”

“In the Lord. I promise to Mother. Don’t worry so much, Brother. I'll be fine. Mas Zayn should have received and signed the divorce papers. Aaah, Nafisa, your fate is a widow again.”

Mikail observed Nafisa's face.

Highlight the net is sad, but his face looks more sincere.

“You will be an amazing mom like for Aurelie and Milo.”

“My memory of them is like a dagger splitting my heart, Brother.”

“But big. Come on, let me take you there. Just relax, Zayn and his army will I wish, the important thing is that my sister can meet her children.”

“Sok tau,” Reply Breath while smiling.

“I also have an army. Why can't Zayn find you?”

“Because God covered my tracks.”

“Aaah I'm kicep. Nafisa why the hell are you always caving me?” Mikail scratched her head which was not itchy.

“In due course I'll meet Aurelie and Milo. I'm sure Bang Reno will protect them well.”

Mikail and Nafisa looked far towards the corn field that stretched in front of them.

“It looks like Big Brother should talk about the same feeling Dian. Don't kayak just yet, use a flying balloon all.”

Mikail chuckling.

“Iya, yes, later I rent a prince's shirt and propose to Dian on horse.”

“Yes Allah, Dian, Stoic yes ..”

***

A marriage contract event was held simple and closed to the nuclear family in the house which will be occupied by Zayn and Valerie.

Half forced, Valerie asked to buy a new house in the elite area. Zayn just told his new assistant to carry out Valerie's request without a care.

Maryam was sitting on a wheelchair flanked by Mbok Mi and Lastri, staring at her son wistfully.

Zayn twice had to repeat the reading because he called the name Nafisa Salsabila.

Valerie next to him looked at him annoyedly.

“Pak, once again still wrong, then this agreement is canceled,” said penghulu reminded.

“I also honestly don't want to get married,” replied Zayn in a vibrating voice. During the preparation he only imagined the feeling of Nafisa when watching this news on television.

“Zayn, you promised for our baby,” urged Valerie with a compassionate voice, deliberately seeking sympathy from witnesses and guests who were there.

With a look of despair, Zayn turned his head towards his mother.

After taking a deep breath, Zayn finally managed to utter a promise he did not want to make, a pledge he did not want to wake up to.

With great relief, Valerie was about to kiss Zayn's hand but again her husband left the company with his mother.

“Zayn ... Zayn ..” Call her while chasing her husband.

“What the fuck? I'm your wife.”

“You've got what you want, right? So Zayn Malik's wife. I've already approved.”

“We must give a happy statement to the press.”

“You only. I'm not happy, kok.” He pushed his mother's wheelchair.

“Zayn!” Valerie looked at Zayn's back which was away followed by Malik's family who also came out in silence.

They all loved Nafisa and didn't like even Valerie.

“Go just you guys! What matters is that Zayn Malik is already tied to me!”

News of Zayn Malik and Valerie's marriage reached Nafisa's ears.

With sadness he rubbed his stomach, “We pray Dad happy, yes dear. I hope one day you can meet him. Zayn's father is actually a good person, I don't know, Mother also doesn't understand why like this. We go together. Hearty, strong, and kind. Okay, Dek?”

A movement from inside the stomach as if answering Nafisa.

***