The Pawned Marriage
(Not) The Angel of Heaven
The doctor examined Valerie's contents.
“Wah, this girl's daughter Bu. Beautiful kayak mama.”
“The father is also handsome, right?” Valerie asked as she glanced at Zayn who was busy with her dress.
“But not too visible, but the protagonist is like his mother kok.”
“Well his papa is also dead. Zayn look, our daughter is beautiful.”
Zayn smiled then replied, “His baby is healthy, Doc?”
“Health, sir. But it still has to be guarded. Stay away from cigarettes, alcohol, move a lot.”
“If you want to do your homework, do it, Doc? No, yes?”
The doctor laughed.
“Bu, millions of pregnant women while working in factories, so workers, even some who still care or become doctors 24/7 like me. The baby is healthy. Precisely if pregnant should move a lot if still not even healthy.”
“But Doc ..”
“If everything is safe means we meet next month yes,” cut Zayn who does not want Valerie to talk much.
“Good, Sir. Until next month. This is her 4D photo taken only.”
Zayn helped his wife stand up. Knowing that it was all just acting, Valerie did not waste the opportunity by holding her hand tightly.
Check time to the doctor is a happy time because Val is free from the task as a washerman.
Although hired, Zayn still told Mbok Mi and Lastri to keep Valerie's health. Make sure the pregnant woman eats a nutritious meal.
Val's body looks healthy even though his appearance is not as glamorous as before.
In the car Val continues to hold Zayn's hand, speaking in a seductive tone.
“Please, Zayn, until when will I continue to be a maid in your house? I am the wife and mother of your son.”
Zayn removed the fingers from Valerie's grasp.
“I'm disgusted at you, Val. Even until this moment did not look the slightest regret. You set me up with a stimulant.
Tears welled up in Valerie's hull.
“I'm sorry Zayn. I'm stupid too, I'm sick. Guide me to heal, yes. Please. I don't want to be like this. I want to be a good wife to you.”
“Toooooooooooooooo. If even the child in your womb is my son, that is how you make me. Mother of my son. At Mother's request, from today, you will no longer work at my house.”
Valerie's eyes immediately sparkled.
“Go home. Don't misbehave. Or you'll be back as a maid in my house. It's not hard for me to throw you out, Val. Only unfortunately, I still have a mother who has a heart as wide as the ocean.”
“Thank you, Zayn, thank you. I'm gonna change. You will fall in love with me again.”
“Go to another car. Remember, don't act.”
A bodyguard opened Valerie's door and told her to move to another car.
“Zayn, you're coming, right .?”
He had not yet finished his sentence, Zayn's vehicle had already passed.
“Ocean-wide heart. Go for a stupid old lady!” Valerie muttered scornfully at Maryam.
“Quickly a little. I can't wait to sleep in my room.”
Arriving home, Valerie laughed like a madman.
Take a bottle of wine from the storage cabinet and sip it.
“Argh, this sultan drink. After so many months just drink water and juice.”
The woman continued to pour the wine and then sipped it slowly. Enjoying a mouthful after sip.
He dismantled the storage cabinet and found a pack of cigarettes.
“Nikmatnya ..”
Smoke was blowing from his lips. One, two sticks, until Valerie finally got up staggered.
Slowly climb up the stairs while carrying a bottle of wine that is almost finished.
***
The night was a tormenting time for Zayn. He often sat on the balcony to read or sometimes looked up at the sky.
“What are you doing, honey? Are you staring at the same stars?”
Nafisa's departure brings an unbounded void. He no longer seeks Nafisa's existence knowing it will only hurt the woman he loves.
“I always miss you, Honey. Be fine wherever you are.”
Unknowingly, Valerie from her parked car not far from there looked at Zayn with rage.
“What the hell do you miss about that babu?”
Valerie then drove her car.
Hearing the roar of the vehicle, Zayn saw Valerie driving her car, passing by quickly.
Unconcerned, the man remained engrossed in the prayers and hopes he chanted for Nafisa.
When we got home, some close friends were waiting. Val took his favorite bottles of wine and champagne and poured them into glasses.
“Val, how are you still drinking anyway? I don't want to make debay. Anyway if Zayn knows it can go berseruk.”
“Quiet, Zayn is dead love with me, he will not say anything. The baby is healthy. Cheers, girls.”
“Gile ye, Val can make that haunted Zayn bend his knees. Pantes aja The veil was kicked, there is no opponent..”.
“Gue envy same lu Val, can have a duct tape.”
Valerie poured wine into her glass and the glasses of her friends. Enjoying flattery in the falsehood he creates.
They chatted and joked while sipping on illicit drinks. Occasionally singing and swaying to loud music.
Valerie laughed and danced to enjoy her freedom. No more laundry to take care of.
The front door was open rough. Zayn stood tall with a face of wrath.
“Zayn!” Valerie muttered that instantly turned off the music and threw the cigarette into the ashtray.
“Out!”
Valerie's friends fell silent at the wrath on Zayn's face.
One by one they were silent, and left Valerie's house.
“Darling, I know you can't stay far from me.”
Valerie slipped spoiled onto Zayn's arm. His face pretended to sulk. I hope his friends can hear him.
With a huff Zayn distanced Valerie's body. Both of his hands held the arms of the wife he hated so much.
“Val, your brain and your heart why, anyway, can it be a real stone? You are not only sickening with all your behavior, but also selfish.”
Valerie was trying to make her eyes glaze over.
“Even your crying doesn't make my heart move, Val. Never mind. Religion and law, you are my wife. And maybe the baby in your belly is mine. But it just got there. Don't expect more. I will not love you because all my love belongs only to Nafisa Salsabila.”
“Why? Why can't you start with me again? You used to love me so much. We ... we used to love each other.”
“Yes, I was so blind that I fell in love with you. Selfish, stubborn, and cruel. Even until now, not once did I hear a sincere apology to my mother,” Zayn replied holding back his bubbling emotions.
“What I did first was just ask for the right to be respected. My mother never respected me. I hate him.”
Zayn.
“Who are you until Mom should respect you? Is it so bad that both your parents teach manners. I know America is a free country, but the fifteen years I was there can quite see how manners still exist between younger people to older ones.”.
“Fine. I'm sorry. But I'm your wife. At least he should respect me for that.”
“My mother did not agree with our marriage first, but finally she approved. Isn't that enough? What do you want? My mother kowtowed to you? Then you get angry when it doesn't happen and decide to poison him. Where's your brain, Val?”
“All that I do because I love you so much, Zayn!”
“Stop talk love! If you do love, you will try to love my mother wholeheartedly, keeping honor as a wife. Instead of playing crazy with easy men that you torture for your satisfaction.”
“No! My love is only for you Zayn, please. I'll fix everything.”
“You only love being the wife of a Zayn Malik. At the top of the socialite ladder. There's nothing more to fix, Val. Your cunning wits slandering Nafisa paved the way for us to be together. Only to him my love is anchored. Although I have to lose, but he will not be replaced.”
“Zayn ..”
“I'm not here baby and want to protect you. There is a fetus that has the right to live and you endanger its safety with your wild behavior. My child or not, that fetus must be born healthy.”
“He's your son ..”
“We'll see later. Be aware that the child is disabled because of your actions!”
“I hate this kid!”
Val grabbed the knife lying beside the fruit plate and pointed it at the stomach.
“I'll kill him, Zayn!”
Zayn smiled cynically.
“Then what?”
“I'm not kidding, Zayn! This kid is going to die!”
Zayn sat on the sofa with his hands propping up the sides of his forehead. One leg crosses over the other. His eyes looked straight at Valerie.
The pregnant woman continued to stick the knife to her stomach. His eyes stared at the bitch.
“I have to say that with your reckless behavior? Even if the child dies, I have no obligation to defend this fucking marriage,” the man said in a cold tone.
Valerie's hands were shaking. The woman does not care whether the baby in her stomach is alive or not.
“Aarrrg!” Shouted Val while throwing a fruit knife then sat down and cried bitterly.
“Already expected,” Zayn chirps again then stand up and tidy up his shirt.
“At least, strive to be a good mother for reassurance in your stomach,” concluded Zayn. His eyes glanced at the empty bottles and cigarette butts that were piled up in the ashtray.
“Fuck, you're Zayn! Bastard!” Valerie shouted furiously.
Zayn stepped out. Sounded his voice said, “Yes yes, and you are an angel from heaven.”
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