The Pawned Marriage
My baby …
“Bu Maryam, Mr. Zayn, sorry, Ms. Valerie was rushed from the hospital for falling down the stairs.”
“Astaghfirullah ..”
Zayn and Maryam were enjoying breakfast when a bodyguard brought shocking news. Get them to the hospital.
Once there they were directly directed to the front of the operating room where the doctor immediately met.
“Conditions of Mother Valerie and baby are not good. From the results of the blood we found a fairly high alcohol content. The mother's heart rate is irregular as is the baby's. We have set up the operating room.”
“Do your best for Mom and her baby, Doc,” Zayn said firmly.
“Good, Sir. Please come with me to accompany Mother.”
“Zayn, your son or not, save him. The boy is innocent.”
“Good, Bu.”
Gegas, Zayn's following the doctor.
Inside the operating room Valerie was in a semi-conscious state. The doctor gave me an epidural.
The smell of liquor was coming out of his mouth.
“This is all because of you Zayn. You are evil as wife and child ..” The mess once you see Zayn.
“I just want us to be like we used to be .. You adore me, the world is only ours ..”
Seeing the woman he married like that, Zayn remained unmoved. Free to talk to Valerie in a conscious state, especially now half conscious.
“If there's anything with your son, then you have to take responsibility! You're his father!”
Valerie started shaking hands and pointed at Zayn. Showing swearing and swearing.
Obgyn's doctor ordered the anesthesiologist to increase the dose of anesthetic so that the patient is calmer. His blood pressure is starting to rise. Surgery must be done to save the baby.
“I ... nope. mau ma .. ti ... because-ga .. ra baby ... fucking i.ni,” Valerie said after the dope began to affect.
“Sorry, sir, this is not an ideal condition, but the operation must be executed. Please consent Mr to be recorded.”
“I agree.”
Scrolls of sweat appeared on Zayn's forehead. Valerie, she really doesn't care, but the babies in her womb are sinless creatures caught in the depths of their lives.
The smell of an electric knife that touched the flesh of the stomach is now smelled in the operating room.
“Children's doctor, ready!”
The obstetrician gave a warning. A pediatrician and nurse stand by to receive the baby.
“Bismillaah, baby out.”
No crying is heard. The pediatrician immediately took her to a room that had been prepared incubator because Valerie's baby was born prematurely.
A nurse asked Zayn to approach her baby.
“Baby is in critical condition, please diadzani before we input to NICU.”
Netra Zayn softened his eyes at the red baby whose eyes had been sealed. From the right side, Zayn whispered reciting the Adhan.
The little baby's hands moved. Zayn stuck out his index finger. The first touch instantly melted the heart that had frozen.
“I will love and take care of you. Hang on..” He said in his heart.
Zayn sends a prayer to the baby girl who is now forced to fight only because of her mother's carelessness and selfishness.
“We will do a thorough inspection. Please come back to your wife. Praying for, yes, Mr.”
Reluctant, Zayn returned to the operating room. Valerie is still unconscious and ready to be taken to the recovery room.
“How is Valerie's condition?”
“We just ran a very dangerous operation. Your wife is bleeding from the fall. His condition is stable. May the baby Father and Mother also the spirit to fight.”
“In shaa Allah.”
“Please if you want to wait for your wife.”
“Thank you.”
Zayn's chest felt tight. He had warned, installed CCTV, even put Mbok Mi to guard Valerie but also still not helped.
She reads the message that came in the phone from Valerie's head of home security:
We found a lot of bottles of liquor in the bathroom. Area without CCTV.
Zayn hardens the molars.
“Indeed you never think for anyone other than yourself, Val.”
Reluctantly, Zayn looked at the recovery room. Valerie who was in a semi-conscious state was rummaging and calling out the names of men who knew who.
Grunting in annoyance, Zayn continued to step out towards the NICU while informing Maryam who was waiting.
“Zayn?”
“Please pray, Mom. Child critical. We go to the NICU, now my baby's there.”
“Astaghfirullah.”
“I'm going to NICU, Bu.”
“Valerie?”
“He is stable. Mom, I'm sorry Zayn, but I'm no longer strong enough to be her husband.”
“Your son first, after that we think of that woman. Your child was born at the age of eight months. Growth is not perfect. Zayn, are you sure it's your son?”
“Entahlah. Just when he was done trying, Zayn held his tiny hand. In that instant I also loved that baby like my own baby.”
“Then, Mother will also consider him as a biological grandson. We'll take care of him from his mother.”
“Bu, that's my baby who's in a special room.”
“Yes Allah Zayn. Tiny once.“
“Weight and length less. The doctor will do a thorough examination.”
The mother and son were silent.
“If that night had not happened. Maybe I'm still happy with Nafisa. Could be we are looking forward to the child.”
Maryam touched the soft shoulder of her son.
“Mother is also sorry. Release everything.”
“Nafisa and Mikail are good news, Mom? Are they finally together? Mika must have loved Nafisa so much that she was willing to leave everything to take care of her.”
Maryam did not make a sound, her eyes kept staring at the tiny baby struggling to live.
“May they always be happy. Don't burden yourself, son. You have given up Nafisa by stopping looking for her.”
“Since mom asked me to marry Valerie, I've stopped looking. Nafisa will definitely hurt once if I persistently defend it. He deserves better. Mika .. Mika is better than me.”
“God must have kept them both.”
“I lost my spirit of life. Especially when Valerie says she's pregnant. Memories of Nafisa keep me alive, ma'am. One day, lost memories of the past, Reno, prison, and me. He has no one to defend him and still can survive.”
“Defend for your son, yes. Have you prepared a name?”
“Love Malik.”
“If you're steady, do it, son. Mother support.“
A nurse approached, “Sorry, sir, please return to the recovery room because Ms. Valerie went berserk when she didn't see Father there.”
“I am here looking after a child who is critical. Tell him that. Place in the treatment room when everything has recovered.”
“Mother Valerie wants you to accompany her.”
“Let Mother only. There are Mbok Mi and Lastri. You are here accompany your son.”
Given that his mother had a stroke and heart disease, Zayn decided to see Valerie.
His wife was in the treatment room. Screaming as soon as I saw it.
“Zayn! You should always be by my side! My feet cannot be moved. Where's that stupid doctor? Why he's not here either.”
Slowly, Zayn brought his face closer to Valerie's. Thinking she would kiss, the woman fell silent.
“Valerie, right now you are also looking. What kind of mother doesn't think about her child and is busy thinking about herself. Live with your cigarettes and drinks. The baby you gave birth to is critical of your stupidity.”
“No! How you. That bastard! Stupid, Zayn? You are selfish. You treat me like a maid, I'm your wife! Then you threw me out to stay alone. I'm tormented!” Her screams are hysterical.
“Basic rock. I don't want to argue. Don't turn your son around. I'll take care of him, whether he's my flesh blood or not.”
“Oooh already dare to deal with the law? Fine, I also have a lot to report over you. Not to mention the five young men who are ready to sue you.”
“Zzaayn, don't.”
“You always thought my mother was a stupid old woman, didn't you? Well that woman is what kept me from dragging you to jail. But it seems my mother's patience is also over. So accept your fate.”
“Zayn, give it a chance, I will be a good wife and mother.” Valerie mengiba
“That opportunity was past when you poisoned my mother. Don't bother us anymore. I'll take care and announce our divorce.”
“No. Ow hell! Accompany me, my stomach is starting to hurt.”
“I'll be with my son. His name is Love Malik. Goodbye, Val.”
***
During the day in Banyuwangi, Nafisa was walking around the maternity clinic. Dian, Malik, Yusuf, Rafiq, Bu Romlah, Bu Wati, and did not miss Aisya followed anywhere.
At the party, Nafisa contracts so that the glass she holds falls. Lucky not about anyone.
A simple wedding party was instantly completed and all set off for the clinic delivering Nafisa.
“Sorry .. so sorry. Still opening six. Di, you're the same sister Mika came home, gih. This is my third birth anyway, you see.”
“Do not be noisy. We're all here waiting for you.”
“Aisya au iat adek,” chirps Aisya who is actually sleepy but still survives.
“Any girl or boy?” Ask Mikail who carried the three-year-old leak.
“Cowok. Isn't Ante Nafi?”
“Iya. Ouuuch.” Nafi grimacing.
“Udah is getting faster the contract distance. I check first, yes.”
Nafisa then stepped towards the bed and let Dian check the opening.
“Tu right, it's opening nine. I said what too. Precisely because you have given birth twice, the birth canal is open. You just overslept. Or if you want to sit in a medicine ball if more comfortable.”
“I fell asleep, my waist is pegel. Oh Allah ... sick. Astaghfirullah .. astaghfirullah ..”
“Nafi, I ready everything first huh. It seems like you are soon.”
“Ya Allah .. Dian cepetan I think my baby wants out!”
“Bismillaah.”
Slightly, Dian prepared everything with the help of her nurse.
“Aaaargh .. Allahumma sholi wa salim ala Muhammad ..” Shiak Nafisa tries to continue to recite sholawat among the pain that plagues him.
“Nafisa, push. His head is empty.”
“Allahu aaaaaarh!”
“Enough, take energy. Set the breath.”
The nurse wiped the sweat-soaked Nafisa's forehead. Beyond all waiting while chanting prayers, dhikr, and sholawat so that the process of giving birth is easy and all safe.
“Allahu Akbar laa ilahaillallah! Aaaarggh!”
“A little more, one time push, pass, in shaa Allah, vain!”
When the contractions whack, Nafisa pushes with all her might.
Not how long was the sound of loud cries breaking into silence.
“Alhamdulillah o Allah,” Excited the ushers. A relieved look adorned their faces.
Dian cleared the birth process while the nurse cleaned the baby.
Nafisa gasping.
“Alhamdulillah is very easy. This is my easiest birth. How many hours, Di?”
“Three hours are from the first contraction. Those streets are really helpful anyway.”
“Di, very happy, yes. You're my bestie. Bayangin dandan for hours abis ijab kabul directly change clothes then wait for me.”
“You think I'll be able to enjoy the party while you pringas-pringis? It's not that easy you can get away from me again Nafisa Salsabila. Then, clean the stitches neatly, singset set.”
“Halah, gabakal dipake again kok.”
There was a sound of deheman from outside the maternity room that was only separated by a curtain.
“We can all be heard here,” cetus Mikail with a lazy tone to hear the talk that is too female.
Nafisa chuckled and whispered.
“There will be a request for the first ration later tonight.”
“Still astonished, Nafisa,” said Mikail again now with a tone.
The two friends chuckled together and hugged.
“Congratulations, yes. May your child be a coolant for you.”
“Aamiin.”
The nurse came with a red baby wrapped in a blanket.
“Mas Zayn .. This is Mas Zayn really baby time. Bu Sepuh ever see his photo.”
Dian looked at the mother and child with a happy look. It is this feeling that gives him satisfaction every time he finishes helping the birth process.
Happy moment of a mother who sees her baby for the first time.
“I call Oom Yusuf to get adzanin?”
“Iya.”
Joseph and the company entered before being called.
“My grandchildren, yes Allah. Ma'am Nafi, Father's grandson.”
Nafisa handed the baby to her father. Joseph held a baby boy who began to squirm. The old netra was glazed.
The voice of Adzan sounded soft. The baby fell silent as if listening and began to move again as soon as Joseph was done.
“Mbak, whose name do you want?” Yusuf asked, not taking his eyes off his grandson.
“Dimiko Yusuf Malik's. Dimiko means Dian and Mikail, just because I turned out to be wong Jowo, the letter a I changed to o. Joseph of the Father, and Malik because he was the son of Zayn Malik.”
Mikail closed her lips with her mouth, trying to hold back the emotions. Aisya moves to Dian's sling which is closer to Dimiko's Baby.
“Adek me.”
“Dad, this is Aisya too. Later, Aisya will have many adek from Father and Mother, right?” Nafisa asked the newlywed couple while raising her eyebrows.
Mikail changed positions next to his wife and embraced affectionately.
“Who is afraid.”
***
With AC in the NICU waiting room, Zayn Malik plays his game. She opened up to social media that she had left behind for so long.
His eyes were stunned to see the photo on Mikail's account. A pair of rings with caption: You are finally mine.
Zayn's chest felt tight. Believing the owners of the pair of rings are Mikail and Nafisa.
He called someone and gave the order, “Search from where this picture is posted.”
Before long an answer reached his goal.
“House of Mikail Malik. Your cousin is too good, Bro. Sorry I can't help you further.”
Zayn looked back at the photo.
“And you guys know ..”
From the direction of the NICU sound is heard on the speaker.
“Blue Code .. Blue Code in NICU.” space
A nurse came out.
“Pak Zayn, Baby Love is getting worse. Please login.”
***
