The Pawned Marriage

The Love of 3

Zayn arrives in front of the Beach Dish. She must calm herself down for two things; meet the woman she loves so much and face the fact that she already belongs to someone else, namely her own cousin.

From a distance he saw two people who had been missing from his life for years.

Mikail and Nafisa walked towards their vehicle. Each one carried a large box. Behind her Dimiko ran and interrupted the two while laughing.

Netra Zayn did not blink in the slightest. There is a sense of pinch because now Nafisa does not wear a veil so that her beauty can be seen by others. Nafisa's beauty was hers.

It was undeniable that Nafisa was still as beautiful as their last moment together.

Zayn's heart was beating faster. His hands clasped the steering wheel to withstand the emotions of various things that erupted.

Mika and Nafisa's vehicle passed and Zayn remained silent there.

His head leaned back, his eyes closed, and his heartbeat was still chaotic.

Then his head snapped.

“Innalillaahi! I have to fix everything.”

Zayn runs his car looking for Nafisa and Mikail. He went around the town of Banyuwangi but there was no trace of Mika.

“Lu is gone again, Mik? Damn!”

Not wasting time Zayn turned the vehicle towards the restaurant.

He ran to find the restaurant closed that day. No officers were seen.

Then he looked back. A beautiful and beautiful little house that he believes is the home of Mika and Nafisa.

Zayn jumped over the fence and peered into the curtain-covered windows.

He knocked on the door. No one answered.

“I have to fix for Mika and Nafisa.”

***

“Surprise! Aisya happy birthday!”

The seven-year-old little girl danced and soared with excitement.

“Tante Nafi! Dim! Grandmother! Where's Eyang Ti?”

“Ciluk Ba .. This is Eyang Ti,” exclaimed Miss Romlah who settles from behind Aisya. The little girl directly spoiled to her eyes.

Aisya's eyes sparkled because she did not expect everyone to gather to celebrate her birthday.

“Aisya think all on forgot my birthday. Even taught to the same clinic Mother.”

“Mana may forget, here Beautiful Father.”

Mikail held her daughter.

“Happy birthday, yes, Beautiful, hopefully now no more ketelatan when wake up.”

Again Aisya was strangled when Mikail handed him a gift of a light blue watch with a picture of the Little Mermaid.

“Dad! Praise be to Allah, O Allah. Mom I want to use.”

“Kium Daddy first, dong,” interrupted Mikail before her daughter slumped down.

“Muah. My father's good-natured words. May you be healthy and long live.”

“Aamiin ..” answer everything.

Aisya immediately ran towards Dian to ask for her new watch.

Mikail was so happy to see Dian having trouble putting a watch on her wrist because the boy did not want to be quiet.

“Daddy .. endong ..”

Helmy, the Bungsu is tugging at Mikail's pants.

Mikail kissed the gauntlet on the cheek of her youngest son's kingpin. Helmy pointed at her elder brother who was now dancing with his right hand raised to show off the new clock that was already anchored on his wrist.

“Basic chick,” grumbled Dimiko and Abidzar who were sitting next to each other.

“Aisya, this is a gift from Aunt Nafisa and Dimiko.”

“I do not agree yes, more seneng buy skateboard,” muttered Dimiko who immediately get a death glance from his mother.

“Mini bike! Color pink!”

Again Aisya was excited to receive surprise after surprise.

Dian approached and embraced his best friend.

“Thanks, Bestie. My son will rarely be home. Main bikeaaa continue.”

The two friends were silent and then simultaneously said, “Kayak us first!”

Dimiko cleared his throat and went forward to approach his cousin's sister.

“Mbak Cha, gift from Dim.”

Aisya who is called Cha by Dimiko receives a pink box.

“Callong! This is what I want. Yeah, right, Ma?” Aisha looked at her mother.

Nafisa commented, “Mas Dim bought using his own pocket money saved loh.”

“Pakein, Dim,” Aisya's orders.

The prestige Dimiko was silent.

“Mas Dim,” said Nafisa who seemed to see the behavior of his son.

“OK, okay. Here I put it, Ma'am Cha.”

After being paired Aisya turned towards Dimiko.

With the little girl centil asked, “Beauty isn't it? Beautiful isn't? Beautiful laaaah.”

“Nanya herself, answer yourself. Strange,” reply Dimiko while rolling his eyeballs because of a hunchback but at the same time also happy to see Aisya likes his card.

Dian approached her husband who was still holding Helmy.

“Makasi surprise party.”

“Sama-sama, Darling. Makeup has made the hope that I have a family come true. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Mmm Helmy, play with Mas Abi first, yes,” pinta Mika on Si Bungsu.

“Okeh,” said Si Bungsu who immediately joined his brother and Dimiko.

“What's up, Mas?” She suspiciously looked at her husband's expression.

Mikail took Dian in, a little away from her family.

“There Zayn.”

“What?”

“His ex-husband Nafisa is in Banyuwangi. He was in front of the restaurant. He's in the car, not down, but I'm sure he's my cousin's brother.”

“Nafisa tau?”

“It looks like. It also seems Zayn thinks I'm Nafisa's husband. Just so happened to fit me again lift the same party stuff Si Dim too.”

“Biarin. I want to work with that crazy guy. Is there a wife too?”

“Zayn alone. Since Val gave birth, there has been no news of them. My sources said nothing. Uh, you mean to say what is this?”

“Let Zayn think you're her husband Nafi.”

“Hah?”

“We torture his mind first. I'm sure Zayn still loves Nafi even though he's married to someone else. Otherwise, where does he come from.”

“Six years, almost seven years. Maybe he already loves Val. Or maybe Nafisa who already has no taste anymore.”

“Nafi? You think he rejected ta’aruf's request and yesterday's proposal because of what? Seven people of quality number one rejected all. What's his name if it's not still-there-Zayn in his heart? I don't want Nafisa hurt to see Zayn and his wife.”

“Gee my beautiful and sotoy wife. In fact, Nafisa was not married and Zayn had. Sooner or later he should be ready to face Zayn and his new family.”

“Let's go Zayn with his guess.”

“You know, Nafisa used to receive divorce deed or not?”

“Nknow. I dare not. Nafi is closing up on Zayn's problem. He doesn't want to tell anything. Even talk a lot about Aurelie and Milo.”

“Then about Reno?”

“Who's Reno? Ooh that's the first, at the most fleeting. It has more to do with kids. It looks so. As a fellow woman, I feel Nafisa still hasn't moved-on.”

“From whom?”

“Nafisa!” Dian and Mikail were at an accelerated glance as Nafisa was already standing behind them while sipping her homemade ice cendol.

“Bon me, huh? What the hell, what the hell? Why else would it be Si Nafisa?” Seloroh Nafisa smarts Dian and Mika.

“She has not been able to move-on from Zayn Malik, yes, right?” Dian shot straight.

Hearing the name of the man he loved as well as wounding him so deeply, Nafisa's countenance turned mellow.

“Our lives are each. Nothing can be changed. It's just that he has the right to know that there is a child from his marriage with me. Ah males thinks he's. Yuk, your son is already noisily want to cut the cake,” replied Nafisa, still with a suddenly lethargic tone and then moved away from Dian and Mikail.

As soon as Nafisa moves away, Dian and Mikail meet each other, “Fix is still in love.”

“Let it flow only if you have to meet it means qadarullah. What matters is that we. Nafi is not alone anymore facing all,” continued Dian while watching the face of her best friend who is still moody.

“Jusuf's father's phone number is on the speed dial,” Mika muttered.

“Eh no, later the same Oom Yusuf my best friend was brought to Dubai.“

“Hmmm my wife this, yes.”

Mikail pinched softly on Dian's nose and then embraced it tightly.

Mikail did not dare to imagine what if she had to separate from Dian and her children.

She did not open the slightest gap for anyone to enter into her marriage.

Not that no one tried, but that access he key. Despite the great temptation, Mika always returns to his wife.

Dian also always looked after her character as a wife and mother. He placed Mikail as a priest and partner after a heavenly life.

Not only providing needs and serving inner birth, Dian also learned to understand the business of Mikail.

Already countless business ideas that were successfully run, derived from the chat at the time of afternoon tea between the married couple.

Mika clasped his wife's fingers and kissed her softly.

“I love you, Di ..”

“I also, Mas ..”

***

Dimiko walked sullenly behind the group that was climbing to Ijen.

Last night, Aisya invited everyone to an excursion at a villa owned by acquaintance Eyang Ibu. An idea that was welcomed by everyone except Dimiko who had a promise to come play to his villa Cinta.

“Bu, we don't have to come, lah. We have been there a hundred times,” Dimiko whine at the party ukang Aisya year.

“A hundred times?” Nafisa chuckles.

“Bu, I have an appointment tomorrow.”

“Cieee, Mas Dim has date now,” ledek Abidzar, Mika's eldest son.

“Not date. Sok tau, you. Come on, Mom, let's go home. Well, yeah ..” The ray with a clear face.

“Mother, follow, Mas Dim. I haven't gone rame-rame in a long time. Mom needs healing.”

“Ya already, Mom. Mas Dim's coming home. Dare to.”

“Bu ..”

“You go with who the hell, Mas Dim?” Nafisa hugged her son whose lips that night were one meter long.

Dimiko remained unwilling to tell the story and continued to launch the action.

“Aah Mother. But tonight we go home, right?”

“Loh by nginep. I brought your clothes and equipment. Forgot ya?”

“Aaah Mom, maaah.”

Dimiko flinched into his mother's body and continued to persuade her to cancel the plan.

An attempt failed miserably as the little boy early in the morning walked while kicking a pebble towards the villa in Ijen area.

***

Love asked her if her friend had come.

The boy asked Mba Lastri to prepare a delicious meal for Dim.

By late afternoon, there was no sign of Dimiko coming until Love finally stepped foot into her room.

Zayn looked at his daughter.

Without talking, he took the car keys and headed to Nafisa's restaurant.

There he found the restaurant closed.

Some visitors are disappointed because they are already eager to eat delicious dishes with a view of the high seas.

A lifeguard said Ms Nafisa was out of town until Sunday.

Zayn asked, “Did Bu Nafisa and Mr Mika have children other than Dim?”

The coast guard and visitors still standing there were stunned to hear the question out of context.

Reluctant to answer because they do not know who Zayn is, the guard only replies to him, “Let's just acquaintance with them when they come home.”

Zayn nodded and turned around. The man walked to the beach. He took the shells and threw them into the sea.

Still able to see Nafisa's restaurant and house, she sits in the sand. Letting his feet get wet by the pounding of the waves.

His fingers punched the tip of his nose indicating he was distraught.

“You must be happy, yes, dear. Your face is radiant. Mika also .. Arrgh The jerk was really lucky to get you.”

Long Zayn sat facing the sea waiting for the sun to fall asleep on the western horizon. As darkness begins to envelop the earth, Zayn gets up to get back to his car.

Over and over again the man sighed, regretting everything that happened between him and Nafisa.

“If that night did not happen, we could be happy with the children. Now I have to let you go not the same as me.”

Once again looking at the house behind the restaurant, Zayn runs his car back to the villa.

***

Upon his return from tetirah with his best friend's family, Nafisa felt fresher.

Early in the morning he cleaned his restaurant. Dimiko had already left on a bike to school.

“Assalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam, hi, Brother. Tumben to here early in the morning.”

“The antar shirt is Dimiko.”

“Yes Allah, very fondling, instead of the usual children tukeran t-shirts.”

“Nothing. I went to the toilet, kebelet.”

“Please, Brother.”

Nafisa again busied herself in the restaurant.

At the same time, a man arrived at the beach after running a dozen kilometers from his villa in the morning.

In his car, Dian called Mikail.

“Assalamualaykum, Mas, brunette, tall, handsome .. uhuk uhuk ..”

“Waalaykumussalam, except handsome, everything is true. Watch out for you, yes, later tonight.”

“Oops, who's coughing?” Dian is flirting with her husband.

“Now we go home, I fight you.”

Dian giggled to make Mikail almost forgot herself.

“Mas, mas, mas .. we'll see first. Zayn Malik again looked at Nafisa, but did not approach. Basic coward.”

“OK, okay, I'm out pretending to be Nafisa. I wear a forehead kiss, no?”

“Wuah, home stay your name, Mas.“

“No, I still want to be happy-happy with you for life. First time, yes.”

“Acting is convincing. Touchless. I've noticed from here. Watch you!”

Mikail chuckled then walked closer to Nafisa. From the corner of his eye he saw his cousin standing a bit away from the restaurant.

There was a longing felt for his cousin sister. They grew up like brothers. But he still carried out his original plan made with Dian.

The father of three was deliberately standing on Zayn's back.

“Nafisa, Sister leaving first, yes.”

Mikail lowered her head slightly as if she was peeping at the wife's forehead. His hand was pointed at Nafisa's shoulder to make the woman jump and almost hit her with a broom handle.

“There's bees. Idih, GR deh.” Mikail kink.

“Freak parts, like to nyosor. I said Dian, new nyaho.”

Mikail deliberately laughed a bit excessively making Zayn's blood successfully bubbled imagine their happiness.

The jealous man immediately turned back and ran towards his villa.

Steps ceased.

“Nafisa ..” His mutter is desperate.

Zayn turned the direction back to Nafisa's restaurant. He took a safe place to be able to observe Nafisa from afar.

“Darling, how I want to hug you like I used to.“

Lama Zayn enjoys the most beautiful scenery missed over the years.

He smiled to himself looking at Nafisa who had difficulty reaching for high objects. Then want to know who Nafisa is talking to on the phone in a familiar style.

“Mika Sure. Just left, called bini. Lebai lu, Mik,” murmur Zayn.

After the sun was a bit high, Zayn decided to return to the villa through the city road.

He wants to get to know the neighborhood where his ex-wife and cousin live.

There were no houses in the area, only a few of the stalls were still closed that morning.

Banyuwangi is famous for its beautiful beaches but still lost prestige from Bali so that the flow of tourists has not been crowded.

The Nafisa restaurant became the only gem in the region.

Zayn kept running away towards the city center.

While inside the restaurant, Nafisa saw a familiar figure running towards the road to the city.

“Mas Zayn?”

***

After executing their plan, Dian and Mika headed to the square.

If it was up to Mikail, they would have gone straight home because she couldn't wait to be alone with her wife.

Using the pretext of still morning and not having breakfast, Dian insistent on stopping by the various porridge stalls in the square.

They both enjoy ijo bean porridge and candil porridge. Sometimes bribe each other. Mumpung is still not rame so it can still be friendly, said Mika.

“Mas, I want the candle, that one.”

“Open her mouth, aaa, good?”

“So much, I like candlesticks from small. We buy Abidzar and Helmy.”

“Aisya likes red pomegranate, right?” Ask Mika to make sure.

“Buy two, tomorrow he must also ask again. Oh, on your lips there is an apron. I cleanin.”

Dian cleaned up the leftovers in the corner of Mikail's binir while occasionally being teased by her husband.

The mother of the porridge seller just smiled at the action of the first couple who came that morning to his stall.

“The world seems to belong to both, the others contract,”.

Mika laughed then stole a kiss to his wife's cheek before a thunderous sound could be heard.

“Mikail Malik! Fuck you!”

Not yet, a hard blow landed onto Mikail's cheek.

“Mas!” Shouted Dian seeing her husband staggering down. The shop owner's mother pulled him.

Knowing exactly who could hit him like that, Mikail grinned.

“I'm fine. This begundal is a big doang sound. Power mah, loyo.”

“Civilized! Here you are.”

Zayn held Mikail's collar and prepared to hit her in the face again. Misty eyes.

Mikail clenched her leg but was held by Zayn until she fell to the table.

Dian and the shop owner's mother screamed in fear. Some men came to break up.

Instead of being angry, Mikail chuckled. Zayn is a balanced opponent for him and he hasn't had a muscle fight with his cousin for a long time.

“Aman .. safe, we are safe. This is my cousin's sister. Our name is like this.”

“Begundal! You were lucky to get Nafisa, why is it still the same other woman, ha? And just so you know, your marriage with Nafisa is not legal! Watch out I make you both suffer already sick Nafisa!”

Zayn pushed Mikail to the bench and left them. A black luxury jeep stopped in front of the stall and the man immediately boarded.

Dian helped her husband. “Mas, pain for sure, yes.”

“Nothing, this.” Mika covered the pain she felt.

“Ngerik really Zayn Malik. Scorching, pretentious, bouncer policy.”

Dian pushed her husband into the car.

Mika only scratched her head that was not itchy because all the adjectives her wife mentioned were images of her as well. Long before I married Dian.

“You're calm, it's like a child's punch.”

“Do we have to say Nafisa?”

“Neg. In fact, I think we should stop this plan. I don't want to be a slander.”

Dian thought then said, “Agree. Mas, today you do not need to go to the office, I treat the bruises.”

“Aaaw pain, pain.” Mikail directly held her cheeks and head. His face was full of pain and suffering.

Properly understand the code from her husband, Dian replied, “Hmmm yes, yes Iang. Can really. Cuddle the kids home from school directly to the home of Eyang Ti.”

***