The Pawned Marriage
The Love 1
Six Years Later
“Halo!”
“Hai ..”
“Where was your Ma'am yesterday? How alone?”
“I escaped. Bosen in villa keep.”
“So you came here alone? Love, danger, ah.”
“Not alone, here I see you. Dim, make me go to dong beach. I want to play the waves.”
Dimiko looked at his bicycle parked not far from where Love was sitting on a pile that bounded the asphalt road with the beach.
“I bonceng want to?”
“Mau! I've never been a piggyback.”
“You wait here, I get off the bike first.”
Careful, Dimiko dropped his bike and guided Love.
“I want to hold your bike? Let me know how high.”
“Kids bike, Kok. Eyang Kakung who bought me the time I won njai.”
Dimiko grabbed Love's fingers and helped her navigate the bike. He carefully explained the parts of the bike and then the color. Also the sensation he felt when speeding delivered a restaurant abstinence order his mother.
“One day I will learn to ride a bike.”
“Can only, ask your father to buy you four-wheel.”
Love chuckles. “How can I blind later nubruk-nubruk.”
Dimiko.
“So you walk here nubruk no?”
“Now.”
“Well, the bike was feet instead. The rest is the same. You will use hearing and taste, wear it if one day riding a bike. Only if I say anyway, don't two-wheel.”
“Dim, you pinter.”
“Soalnya seneng read. People say I'm older than I am. Yuk ah, I also can not long, because it was late afternoon. Home far. I'll take you home from the shoreline. You live in a new villa called Salsa, right?”
“Iya.”
Dimiko saw Love, a leak as he was, whose face was always happy apart from his eyes that could not see.
“This is what I helped you with. You stand here. Hand grip saddle. Raise your right leg, nipple body bit. Rasain. Then sit.”
Love follows Dimi's lead.
“Dim! I sat on the bike.”
“In the bicycle bonce. Don't be too sure you.”
Both giggle. Be careful, Dimi leads the bike towards the beach.
“Dim, please slow down.”
“People I lead. I'm afraid you're scared.”
“Who is afraid?” Ledek Love.
“Yes but don't tell me to speed, yeah. I like to be challenged.”
“Ndebut aja.”
“Duh chick basis.”
Dimiko then rode his bike, pedaling it slowly on the sand.
“More quickly, Dim!”
“Weight, tofu, bike gowes in the sand. Handle.”
Instead of complying, Love raised both her hands to feel the wind coming down her face.
“Seru really, Dim.”
“Love, handle to waist or I stop nih.”
“Ready, General!”
Dimiko clucked, but kept pedaling slowly his bike to the water limit.
“Well until. You hold me. The waves are slow here. Don't ngide-ngide.”
Love immediately took the hand of a boy she just knew yesterday.
“Dengerin difference of sound of waves. If the sound is broken, it means that something will reach your feet.”
“How you taught me like my father.”
“Sssh, malang speaking .. Dengerin.”
Love closed her eyes. Letting his sense of hearing and memory record the difference in the sound of the waves.
“I heard the difference. There will soon be waves almost there. Haaaa, my leg's got hit!”
Love is torn when the foam of the waves hits his feet.
“Seru. My feet are tugged, Dim. Then again someone came the waves. Bigger than earlier.”
The hand of Love held Dimiko tightly. The boy chuckled at the behavior of the city boy who had never played the waves. While he lives by the beach, this is his daily toy.
“That's right,” squealing Love of joy. His hands reflexively took off to grab the waves.
“No! Take the other hand. You cannot escape me,” stressed Dimiko.
Before long they both ran to and fro. Keep holding hands.
“Why the hell, I have to hold your hand.”
“Because I am an eye for you. I'll show you where you need to go.”
“Iiiih you're really like Dad. Always say so.”
“Sit on the sidelines yok. If you sit down, you can leave. Awareness of my hand also hold.”
Love hit Dimiko's body slowly. Although the prankster was evasive but still hit the target.
“Kok you can know where I'm moving. Don't you can see.”
“I see with hearing and feeling.”
“Ninja kayak.”
“What is ninja?” Ask Love who has never heard the term.
“Japanese who wear black-black clothes. Some are warriors, some are evil.
They should be able to feel the movement around him even if he does not see. So I just said you're like a ninja.”
Dimiko and Love sat next to each other. Enjoy the peace of one of the beaches in Banyuwangi that is still quiet.
“Ta, I have to go home. I'll take you first. Why aren't you looking for?”
“Maybe it is now. I came out of the villa window when I was told to take a nap. Actually just want to play in the park, but I hold the fence open, so I'm out aja.”
“Tomorrow no more, yes. The area is safe and there are not many cars. But you better be accompanied by your mother.”
“You're alone too, right?”
“But I'm the guy here.”
“Your house is far?”
“My oom word is about fifteen kilometers if it goes along the beach. If you go by road the car must enter the city of Banyuwangi first. I was on a different beach. Yuk goes up to the bonce. I really need to go home.”
Dimiko led Love until the little girl sat in his arms. Slowly he pedaled.
Ten minutes, they arrived at the back of the Salsa villa where Cinta lived.
There were many voices calling out for love.
“I'm wanted. Yes, I went in first. You are here aja.”
“Stay straight way. I think there are security villas that have seen you. I stay, yes. My mom can panic when she's late. I'll wait here tomorrow if I want to play again. Bye, Love!”
Dimiko was riding his bike. The sound of Love screaming beat the sound of the waves, “Makasi Dim, I am so happy today.”
The boy laughed as he pedaled the bicycle beating the weight of the sand.
Because it was late afternoon, he chose to go home by car even though he had to turn further to get to his house.
At the end of the road he passed by a luxury jeep car.
From inside the car, Maryam saw a boy pedaling a bicycle.
The woman looked twice.
“Why, Mom?”
Zayn looked at the back of the boy who was getting away.
“Nothing. Zayn, really you want to stay in Banyuwangi?”
“In the Lord. I have plans to open several resorts after my company was sold yesterday. Doctor said, beach air is better than in the city for Love.”
“Why Banyuwangi, not Bali.”
“Sentence, Mom. I am no longer looking for money. Alhamdulillah since following the advice of Nafisa to stop lending, I am more abundant. Yesterday my company was bought with fantastic value. So hopefully, my intention to build a resort here can open jobs. Maybe the profit is not as big as I woke up in Bali, but enough is.”
Mary looked back. The boy was gone from sight.
“Why, anyway, Bu?”
“Nothing. Your villa is visible. Mom misses the same Love.”
Their car went into a luxurious villa. Zayn's forehead is wrinkled.
“Where are the guards? Why is there only one who opens the door,” murmured.
They came down to meet Mr. Onde, the butler.
“Welcome, Miss Maryam. Sir Zayn.”
“Where are the people?”
Mr. Onde looks nervous. Seeing Mr. Onde, Zayn immediately panicked.
“Astaghfirullah, Love! Love where are you?”
Zayn hunts his way into the villa. No one dared to look him in the face.
“Love? Where's Love? If anything happens you all ..”
“Daddy ..”
“Love! I thought you were missing.” Zayn hugged his daughter tightly.
“I'm here, really. Last time all the guards behind me were playing at the beach.”
“Love, have Dad said if you want to go to the beach waiting for Dad.”
“Sorry, Father.” Love lowered.
“Sini, you.” Zayn hugged his daughter again tightly. So did Love that wrapped her arms around her father's neck.
“Dad, I'm cape.”
“Udah shower? Yuk Dad accompanied to eat while being read a story. Abis Isya, directly bobok ya.”
“I've had a shower, Dad. Yangma Maryam is the Bobok?”
“Iya, dong. Where can Yangma bobok no Love. It can't be.”
Love broke free from Zayn's embrace and then poured into Maryam standing nearby.
The three of them then went to the back porch enjoying the cool beach air. The waiters prepared a small meal.
Love doesn't tell me about his playmates on the beach.
His father must have run amok to everyone in the villa if he knew he had escaped. But inwardly, he was determined to meet his new friend again in the same place tomorrow.
The night after Love fell, Maryam opened the window.
His mind drifted to the boy he had seen earlier this afternoon.
“Why does she look so much like Zayn back then?”
***
After Isya, Dimiko helps Nafisa at the restaurant. Although still small, but he was quick to take orders.
Her brain is smart not a bitch. Sometimes makes Nafisa worried because her son tends to be reluctant to play with his peers except the children Mika and Dian.
Her best friend had two children from their marriage. Abidzar, five years old, and his brother Helmy, three years old. Together with Dimiko they are like a triumvirate of storms. Aisya became the princess they protected.
Yusuf went back and forth between Dubai-Indonesia because he was handed over by Sheikh Rasyedi to manage several of his subsidiaries in Dubai.
The Nafisa restaurant is advancing. It adds an outdoor area and is often a target for culinary tourism.
Six years of living alone, not a few men who try to melt his heart. From businessmen, ustadz, kyai, models, there are even tourists from Turkey who dare to propose to him.
Nafisa. Enough already he tasted the salt acid of marriage.
If anyone hasn't made it through yet is to meet Aurelie and Milo. For seven years he left his children.
He can only see them through Reno's social media accounts. And that too by using another name.
Aurelie is now an ABG child. Milo is also already bigger even though his behavior still looks ridiculous from the photos.
Reno and Dela have no children after Ayman.
“I'm sincere, Bang. Titip kids.”
That's how Nafisa let go of Aurelie and Milo through social media.
He never told Dimiko that his son had two older brothers.
His son only knew that his parents divorced when he was still in the womb and his father was remarried.
Dimiko wasn't worried. As long as there is a mother, Oom Mika, Aunt Dian and her cousins. His life is peaceful.
As usual that night Nafisa's restaurant was very crowded.
All guests get satisfaction from the food and the warm and instragrammable atmosphere of the restaurant.
“Mas Dim, there learn.”
“Mau help Mama.”
“Learn, Dimiko.”
“Ready!” The boy knew that if his mother had called him by his full name, it meant that he had to be vigilant.
Some servants chuckled at the behavior of their little boss.
Dimiko then ran to the pavilion behind the restaurant. There he was greeted by Bik May who helped his mother at home.
“Mas Dim don't forget to make PR.”
“Udah is all right, Bik. Before the inter-rantang was Dim already learning and making PR. Now read it. Pegel also ni foot bike play on the beach.”
“Tumben stop by, who's playing the same?”
“Mmm not the same as anyone, just a prank earlier abis drop rantang.”
“Yo wis's. Bibik in the back, I want to pay him a salary. Did you already njai?”
“Alhamdulillah was already in the mosque.”
“If you want to bobok what?”
Dimiko rolled his eyeballs, once considered a child.
“Toothbrush, ablution, change clothes, keep reading prayer.”
“Pin ..”
“Jol.”
“Eh, little boy tau pinjol. Bibik Intent, pinter.”
Dimiko laughed then hugged the woman who had nurtured him from childhood.
“Bibik also do not forget to brush your teeth, wash your feet. Prayer before the moment, no?” Dimiko Ledek.
“Cah iki tho yo, here you are.” Bik May pretended to tickle Dimiko.
Gesit, the boy went straight into his room. He opened the tablet. Instead of playing the game he typed in the keyword: How to make a blind person see.
He read the links in a groovy manner until the sound of the front door being opened.
Panicking he saw a clock that showed at half-eleven.
His sleep was over two hours.
“Dimiko Yusuf Malik.”
Free to pretend to sleep. His mother had radar on her.
“Iya, Mother. Sorry for the fun read.”
Nafisa's bending her head.
“Again read what, Darling?”
The woman stepped in and sat on the edge of her son's bed.
“If you meet a blind person, you have to do something to help him.”
“Terus?”
“It turns out the blind man was sharper other senses, loh, Ma. Hearing, taste, smell, and taste. Allah is All-Good Yes, Ma.”
Nafisa stroked the face of her son who was passionately telling stories.
“God is always fair. With difficulty there is always ease. It's God's promise.”
“Mmm earlier Dim acquaintance with a new child moved from the city. Kasian she's blind, Ma. Dim Ajarin he heard the difference in the sound of the waves.”
“Surely she was seneng the first time the waves hit her feet.”
“Not a penny anymore, Ma. She's got gini nih.”
Dimiko suddenly followed the style of Love this afternoon.
Nafisa laughed amusedly at the behavior of her son.
“Now, bo-bok. Here hug Mama first.”
Full of affection, Dimiko hugged his mother tightly.
“Mama, don't cape-cape, yes. Dim scared Mama is sick.”
“In by Allah, no. Tomorrow Mama did not long guard the restaurant, earlier because there was a booking from the local government office so it was more rame. Bobok.”
The boy went up to the bed. Nafisa enveloped the small body then patted her butt.
Although she does not like to be considered a child, Dimiko does not mind her mother waiting for her to sleep.
Seeing that her son was sleeping, Nafisa turned off the lights and opened the window. The air was cold that night so there was no need to turn on the AC.
“Good sleep, Dear.”
***
