The Pawned Marriage

Fisabilillah Singles

“Assalamualaykum Aisya,” greet Mikail with sparkling eyes.

The one who was greeted was just as happy and immediately answered his greetings while running towards the tall man.

“Waalaykumussalam, Pakde Mikail!”

Hearing a voice from outside, Dian who was heating the water held her chest. Trying to relieve heartbeats that are not bad.

“Quiet, quiet, Dian. She loves your best friend.”

Nervous, he accidentally held the handle of an iron kettle that was struck on the stove.

“Aw, hot!” Shouting pain.

Carrying Aisya, Mikail rushed towards the kitchen.

“Astaghfirullah. Aisya wait outside yes, let Pakde help your mother first.”

Aisya looked worriedly.

“Mother is okay Ai, was less careful.” Dian tried to calm Aisya who looked frightened.

Mikail turned on the faucet and pulled Dian's hand and placed the injured fingers under the water.

“I'm okay.”

“Be quiet first, let your skin temperature return to normal with this water,” reply Mikail keep holding Dian's wrist.

“Mas .. “

“Sssh, noisy. Haven't you?”

“Not yet,” replied Dian while holding a smile. Either which should be prioritized, his reddened fingertips or a heart beat that has been chaotic.

Mikail then brought Dian's fingers closer and blew them away.

“Again red, I'll take you to the puskesmas to ask for ointment, yes.”

“Mother ..” Isak Aisya says.

“Sini, Nak ..”

Aisya instantly scattered. Never met the Father, for the little boy, his mother and eyes were his most precious treasures.

“Mother, uskema,” said lisp.

“Ya already, Mom take the motor first.”

“No need, come with me.” Mikai took Aisya from Dian's sling then half herded the child's mother to her car.

In a split second, Dian let her heart warm up after years of freezing.

Before he remembered that Mikail did not really like him. Seen from how the man protected Nafisa. Not just friends or relatives, but more to men who expect love.

Dian sighed.

“Sick, yes?”

The woman replied, “Yes but nothing, kok.”

Aisya looked at him worriedly.

“Mother, atit?”

“Slightly aja, Darling.”

The distance from Dian's house to the puskesmas is not too far away. In just ten minutes, Mikail had parked the car in front of the health center.

The nurse knew Dian and took him for a check-up. Aisya sobbed in Mikail's arms.

“Pakde ... Mother ...,” whining withers.

“Iya for a moment we wait here yes. Ai prayed with Pakde so that Mother would be well.”

With lips cut down, Aisya nodded. His hands were coiled to Mikail's neck.

Before long, a nurse called in Mikail and Aisya.

“Mother ...” Call Aisya and immediately sag as soon as you see her mother figure sitting in front of the doctor.

“Angku ama Ibu ..” Pinta Aisya trying to climb up her mother's seat.

Mikail looked at Dian with a worried face.

“Where?”

“Aman, really. Alhamdulillah was already drained of water so do not blister.”

“Alhamdulillah.”

They listened to the young doctor's instructions when a soft voice came from behind.

“Sus, is there Doctor Wati? I have an appointment USG month to eight.”

Mikail was stunned then turned her head towards the voice. As soon as he saw Nafisa, he approached.

“Nafisa, who is the same? Kok did not say if you want to check, I can anter.”

Dian hugged her daughter tightly shaking off the strange taste that was seeping into her heart.

“Consider USG doang, do not need to transfer, brother. It was the same here Dian, anyway. Brother what?”

“Dian, his hand was hit by a hot vessel.”

“Innalillahi, Dian .. where are you?”

Nafisa slammed in leaving Mikail stupefied.

“Yes Allah, Di, how? Doc, not bad, is it?” Tanya Nafisa.

“Ngot bad really, was already poured the same water Mas Mikail. Oh, my God, Nafi. I forgot to even want to nemenin you USG.”

“You're home, rest at home.”

Dian looked at Nafisa with a lazy look, “I'm just keslomot doang, not kebakar. This is a small matter.”

Seeing Mikail approaching, Dian immediately put on an indifferent face.

Realizing the change in the face of his best friend and convinced himself there was a share in it, Nafisa immediately took action.

“Dengerin, I yes, Dian. You and Aisya, now go home with Brother Mikail. I can get Dad and Uncle Rashid, they're at the physiotherapy clinic again. Gih, massage. Now go home, this is me all taking care of.”

“Nafisa let Brother ..”

“KAK! Anter Dian and Aisya went home. Let's all recite the same said pregnant women. Cepet hayo. Let's doctor excuse me, thank you.”

With a face that did not want to be denied, Nafisa screeched Dian while Aisya chuckled at the behavior of three adults around her.

“Naf, Sister ..”

“Hush. Go home. There's Bulik at Dian's house, so Sister had lunch there aja.”

“You?” Ask Mikail worried.

Dian inched away but her hand was firmly blocked by Nafisa.

“Kakkak an. Inter Dian,” firmly Nafisa. His eyes glare.

“Iya, yes. Here let Aisya kugendong.”

“No need, I can carry my son.”

Dian walked with quick steps to the car while Mikail followed behind while scratching her non-itchy head.

“Hopeless you, Brother,” murmured Nafisa while grunting.

***

In the afternoon, Nafisa visits Dian's house to see the condition of her best friend. Eating fried breadfruit and ketimus, they chatted casually about the restaurant and Dian's job as a midwife.

Seeing her best friend in a good mood, Nafisa said, “Dian, send me to the night market yuk. I crave gulali.”

“Mmm, eight months content should not have cravings, anyway.”

Nafisa. Not to be out of his mind he said, “Aisya, would you like a aunt?”

“Mauk!”

“Yek, yawdah I'm the same Aisya aja,” said Nafisa, her tone softened with eyes blinked sideways towards the little boy who clapped in joy.

“E .. e.. e., yes yes I am coming. The feeling I was pregnant did not become an occupier like you deh.”

Dian's face pouted but the corner of her lips turned a thin smile.

“But baby, right? Yes, let you come, Aisya I am a hostage. Bye bye iwuuuu.”

Aisya was strangled with excitement carried by Nafisa towards the vehicle where father and Uncle Rafiq were waiting.

“Nafi .. Nafi .. haiiish.”

Dian was about to catch Nafi who was swiftly convoluted.

“See you at the night market. Andan was so happy. We want to be cool,” cried Nafisa to her best friend.

In the car, Joseph greeted Nafisa with a happy smile.

“You are already pregnant still carrying around, and the process is installment.”

“Lha was pregnant Milo I still ride a bicycle around the cake nganterin complex. Bring Aurelie anyway in the boncegan.”

Joseph shook his head, not imagining that when he saw Nafisa with all her behavior, he must have had a heart attack.

Aisya moved into the lap of Joseph whom she called Grandpa.

Nafisa typed the message in her hape.

“Kak, to yuk night market. Nafisa pingin gulali.”

“I actually males.”

“There Dian.”

“Ready, later tonight glide.”

Nafisa smiled ignorantly.

Yusuf who can guess his daughter's guts said, “If the soul mate will not go, Ma'am.”

“But this geeky duo must be little trusted to be a match, Yah.”

“Mother aksil Pakde,” says Aisya relaxed.

“Loh you little boy know what, say fancies.”

Nafisa pierced Aisya's waist with her index finger making the little boy strangled with a pang of joy.

“Mbak Nafi, Mbak Nafi, already kasian later can not sleep.” Joseph kept Aisha out of the reach of Nafisa. Aisya who felt that she had help peeked at Nafisa with triumphant eyes.

“Do you want if Pakde becomes a father?” Joseph asked in a soft tone.

“Mau .. ayak. His father.”

“Aamiin.” Joseph, Nafisa, and Rafiq answered in unison.

***

Dian stood beside the gulali seller, wailing in search of the figure of a pregnant woman carrying a small child.

Neither messages nor calls were answered by Nafisa.

“Nafi, beware that you even overslept,” his murmur is anxious.

His net looked around then fixated on the tall, handsome figure in the hat who was walking over.

“Yes Allah, have thee, Nafi. Make me a mosquito.”

Ready to dodge before Mikail sees, but too late.

“Dian ... Nungguin Nafi, yes?”

“Mmm, yes. Agree with Nafi too, Mas?”

“So taught pregnant women who crave gulali. Kasian if not followed by his son ileran.”

Does not mean ketus, but there is a sense that must be harbored by Dian.

“I want to wait at the meatballs, Mas. Aisya again the same Nafi, maybe my son will ask to be jajajanin semangkok.”

Dian walked a few steps away. Inwardly wanted to ventured to hope that Mikail would follow him.

Instead, Mikail did not move from her place.

“Relain, Dian. Mika likes Nafi. They're both compatible. Ellie, Dian. Eling ...” He said softly while arranging the heart.

Staring straight at the meatballs, Dian stepped steadily until a call stopped her.

“Dians. Why do you always avoid?”

Trying to hold back the emotions, Dian bit her lips.

“Moon-months I tried to approach you but why do you always close yourself? Was wrong? If yes, just say.”

“Wrong because I'm not sure of your heart, Mom. Every time you see Nafisa, your eyes sparkle and are full of affection. You once expressed love until the seviral to my best friend. I have felt a great loss. Although sincere but the wound is still wet until now. If I hope you will cause new wounds, I better turn off all flavors.”

Mika stepped closer to Dian.

“Maybe it is right that I am wrong. Falling in love with a woman whose past is not finished,” he said not with sadness but instead with a ignorant grin.

“How come it's me? Who still loves Nafisa? I'm sincere, Mas. Better after Nafisa gave birth you guys are stabbing.”.

Mika stuck her index finger to Dian's lips.

“Iiih what the hell, not mahram too.” The woman distanced her face.

“Dian, you're too busy shutting yourself up to not see how wrong I've always been with you. Yes, Nafisa was once a woman who caught my attention. I even fell in love with him. But that's just how far we are. No elongated past.”

Mika looked at Dian softly.

“For so long I have been patient because I thought you who have not been able to forget your late husband.”

Dian threw away his gaze. Mikail gently pinched the woman's chin in a sweet manner and then turned her face towards him.

“My eyes sparkle not because they still love Nafisa, but imagine that there is my niece growing inside her stomach. Malik's family, made a lot of mistakes against Nafisa, that's why I promised myself to take care of Nafisa. As brother.”

“But ..”

“I am the one who is now in doubt, it may be true that people say about the beautiful midwife from the Ice Stone Country have not been able to forget her husband. I'll understand if that's the case.”

“Wait. Midwife from the Ice Stone Country? It's not exactly?”

“You want to try the test? Let's go to the candle iceman.”

Mikail pulled out Dian's hand and asked the candle iceman who was busy serving the buyer so as not to pay attention to Mika and Dian.

“Mang, nanya, that midwife who practices deket terminal whose name?”

“Bidan Dian. Do you like it, Mom? Try it, who knows the ice melted,” he replied while giving two pieces of ice candles. Her eyes were perfectly patterned seeing Dian in front of her.

“Eh No Midwife Dian. Nyuwun sewu, just kidding. Here I love free ice for Aisya,” continued the wax ice maker with a cry.

Dian. Mikail painstakingly refrained from pinching the cheeks that were now red.

“For information yes, I am not from the Land of Ice Stone, but from the North Pole.”

With a foot, Dian moved away.

The iceman gave the code with his lips towards Mikail, “Chiayo!”

While chuckling, Mikail chased after Dian.

“You try to satayman there?”

“Mas! I'm not cold. I'm a warm person, I .. I ..”

Dian was suddenly at a loss for words when her neutrals met Mika.

“You ... You like me? You know I like you ..”

“Nyebelin ..”

“Let's like it, loh.”

“Mas ugly.”

“That means I'm handsome?”

“Mas, I ..”

“Sssh, give me a chance to prove my feelings. One week later, after that we got married.”

“Seming .. a week. Whahuh? A week of marriage?” Dian glared at the phenomenal statement coming out of Mikail's mouth.

“Kanda, three days aja.”

“Tomorrow,” challenge Dian.

“Ready, tonight I apply for you. Let's face Ms. Romlah.”

Mikail walked leisurely towards the gate of the night market.

“Mas, iiih, Mas. Seriously?”

“Iya, Darling. I'm seriously marrying you. If tonight has to get permission, I'll do.”

“Nafisa?” Dian was still hesitant with Mikail's feelings.

From the back of Dian was heard a voice asking, “Moreover Nafisa? Come on, Di, Mikail Malik's face is already red yellow ijo it.”

Nafisa stood up with a big smile while Aisya had already jumped into Mikail's sling.

Dian looked at Nafisa doubtfully.

“I need to talk to you. You two, wait in the meatball shop.”

Dian then half-snaked Nafisa onto the bench some distance away from their place.

“Nafi, I don't want to be an actor. Or I don't want you in the future to be an actor. Tell me do you like Mikail?”

“Don't talk pelakor. I'mallergic. Two actors ngadepin. Dela and Valerie. Losing anyway,” replied Nafisa with a wry face.

“You have a better right to be happy with Mikail.” Dian held the hand of her best friend.

“I never had a crush on Mikail Malik. He's a good guy, but I don't know, there's no chemistry said sono. You deserve to be happy, honey. If I'm the root of the problem and cause you to avoid Mikail, then eliminate.”

Dian took a deep breath, his gaze leading to the tavern where Mikail was ordering meatballs.

“She is very dear to Aisya .. and you. Come on, at least one of us is not single fisabilillah.”

Dian stared deeply into Nafisa's netra, seeing if there was a speck of pain being worshipped.

Just finding sincerity, Dian stretched out her hand then said, “Gulf ..”

“Best friend forever. Oh no's. Sister forever ...” Whisper Nafisa while embracing Dian's body and hugging her tightly.

“Forever. Nafi, make sure you're debest.”

“Sing important open bides aka munyuk.”

The two friends laughed and walked to the meatball shop.

Aisya was already cool in sipping the soup while Mikail cut the meatballs into small pieces.

Nafisa and Dian joined immediately. Mikail looked at the thieving woman of her heart by asking.

“Dian ..”

“Iya, Mas. But not tomorrow marriage, I want to make clothes first.”

“Alhamdulillah o Allah,” exclaimed Mikail and accidentally kicked the table.

“Aget Pakde ..” Take Aisya. Mikail hugged Aisya to calm down.

“Bismillah for you. Sister Mika, please take care of Dian and Aisya. Never hurt them, yeah. Heartache it has no cure, can only hope one day will forget.”

“In shaa Allah,” Mika replied as she continued to look at Dian who suddenly blushed in shame.

“Mother why?” Aisya was astonished to see her mother misbehaving.

Nafisa immediately snatched with a smile, “Pakde wants to be your father. Nope?”

“Enelan? Aisya want to unya father?” His eyebrows shot up high as his eyes stared inquiring towards Dian and Mikail.

“Iya, Darling. Nope?” Dian asked, stroking her daughter's head.

Aisya immediately raised her hands in front of her chest, making a praying position. Lips muttering.

“Aamiin.“

“What prayers, Son?” Ask Dian curiously.

“Tima asi Allah.”

Dian embraces her son who is now busy eating meatballs. Her net returned to meet Mikail who looked at her affectionately.

Nafisa smiles and hopes that the two can keep each other in love forever.

The four of them then chatted and joked until a show of gossip made Nafisa's body stiffen.

The presenter reported that Zayn and Valerie Malik were preparing for the birth of their first daughter.

Valerie seemed to be answering reporters' questions while Zayn tended to be silent.

“How many months are you going to give birth, Val? Ask a reporter.

“Three months left. Now just in six months.”

The reflex breath rubbed his enlarged stomach because of his eight-month-old content.

“We were wrong when we started everything, but going forward, we will go through it right. Yeah, right, Honey?”

The man just kept silent with a cold glint of eyes making the reporters reluctant to dig deeper.

“Nafi, hey ..” Sapa Dian touched the hand of her best friend who was sitting opposite.

“I'm okay. Already sincerely accept destiny without having to ask why.”

“Sorry my cousin sister yes. I recognize his expression, he is far from happy.”

“Already, I always pray for the happiness of Mas Zayn, Bang Reno, and my children. So my sacrifice to go was not in vain.“

“Aaaw, Nafi ..” Dian moved to hug her best friend tightly.

“You should be happy until old age. Okay?” Nafi hugged her best friend.

“Aamiin ... aamiin,” Dian and Mika replied in unison. Dian again blushed to make Mikail have to hold back the anxiety.

“Mmm .. Do you want to pick up your kids? I spent a few hours with Aisya asphyxiated.”

“Big drivers. But one by one first. I also need to take care of my mental health. Aurelie and Milo have Bang Reno to look after, but this baby only has me.”

“And Father ...,” heard the voice of Joseph approaching with Rafiq.

“Count me and the whole Rashedi family in. Your baby and you will not be alone anymore,” said Rafiq full of confidence.

“Tuh, Deck. Healthy, yes in there.”

“Dad will add his champion.”

They then chatted warmly and laughed, as well as talking about Dian and Mikail's wedding plans.

Nafi took a deep breath. Silently-she glanced at the glass screen that was displaying Zayn's face.

***

At night, Nafisa could not sleep. At the age of pregnancy that enters the thirty-second step, she begins to feel tight if lying down.

The starry night sky. The full moon shone with a loud bang giving off a white luminous luminance.

Nafisa sat on the terrace of her pavilion holding a photo of USG.

“Hai handsome Mama. Get healthy in there. Forgive Mama for taking you away from your father and brothers. Mama may be a fool, but may God give way for Mama to correct this stupidity. Be a sholih and loving, courteous and loyal child. I love you my baby boy.”

***