The Pawned Marriage

Dimiko Malik's

Nafisa sat in her comfortable office. The chair faces the sea. The wind blew his veil.

His hand plays the device, looking for news about Zayn and Valerie.

For years and still pinched his heart at the wedding photos of Zayn and Valerie.

“Maybe he is your soul mate, Mas. I'm just a delinquent who finally got knocked out.”

Nafisa tries to find the latest news. But there was never a new update after Val gave birth. Even his social media accounts are no longer updated.

The birth of Dimiko made Nafisa bury her feelings deeply. At least the woman did not want to know about what happened to Zayn.

The fact that his heart still hurt seeing Zayn with Val was a huge slap.

“After so many years, it turns out I still love you. Where else do I have to run so I can't see you and your family?”

Nafisa weighs whether she can be strong if she has to face the men she avoids.

“From the many cities in Indonesia, why you should choose to Banyuwangi, anyway?”

Nafisa finally sent a message to her father.

“Yes, is there still a possibility of Nafi and Dim moving to Dubai?”

***

After the heated battle, Dian had her head down on Mika's chest.

Both breaths were still breathing heavily. Mika stroked her long, jet hair and rubbed his wife's innocent shoulder.

“Mas .. yes also if Zayn considers me cheating you can be slander, yes?”

“If her brain is normal, it will definitely find out. It's easy for Zayn. Especially if I am still here. It's just, my cousin if angry how his brain works like mensol.”

“You know where they live?”

“Di Villa Salsa's. After I saw him yesterday, my men immediately asked me to monitor. But the villa clerk was silent when asked. There was only one daughter they heard bamanta Cinta. Looks like she's blind. My men did not see the figure of the madam. They only see Zayn, daughter, and mother.”

“Astaghfirullah where is his mother? Is still in Jakarta, Eh but he has never appeared anywhere, deh.”

“You don't know Val. Better never know that girl. I'm sure he left . Even better Cinta nurtured Zayn and Bude.”

“Soooooo.”

“Dan cunning. Lazy talk about Medusa that one. Honey, do you think we'll take our kids to Villa Salsa? I want to introduce you to Bude.”

Dian immediately stiffened and immediately sat down.

“Mas, I will be accepted not the same ..”

Mika pulled his wife back to lie down and then you covered her lips with passion.

Out of breath, Dian pushed her husband.

“Dianku, honey, whatever happens there, we face together. Never doubt my love for you. Our little family is our most precious treasure.”

Dian dipped her head into Mika's chest.

Her husband hugged. They enjoyed a wonderful time together until it was time to pick up school.

After cleaning the body, Dian and Mika prepare clothes for Aisya, Abidzar, and Helmy. They are preparing to introduce themselves as one of Mikail Malik's families.

***

Late in the afternoon at the villa Zayn vented his frustration at the boxing samsak in his gym room.

Her day is broken when she sees Mikail joking with a woman she doesn't know. All vendors encountered for work must feel the storm Zayn.

“Aaarg, I have to make a calculation to Mikail. He could have betrayed Nafisa. Goddamnit!”

In between punch after punch, a small body slipped in while covering its ears.

“Love ...” Zayn instantly stopped his punch.

The little boy was sobbing.

“Father angry with Love?”

“Astaghfirullahaladzim ... No, Darling. Dad is not angry with Love.”

Love does not move from its place. He rarely goes into his father's gym so he doesn't know where to go.

“Fearful love, Father,” he said softly.

“Love ..”

Zayn took off his gloves and approached his daughter.

“Sorry, Father. Love never hears a loud noise like that?”

“Daddy sounds screaming from outside. Love ... Love think Daddy angry equal Love .. “

Zayn held his daughter tight. Love shed tears in his father's arms.

“Mafin, Love. Tomorrow, Love will not wait Dim again if it makes Dad angry.”

“Dim?”

“Yes, Dad is angry because Love is waiting for Dim and he did not come, right?”

“Astaghfirullah, Love. Not because of that, honey. Dengerin Dad, yeah. This morning there was something upsetting me. But not Love. Well, a little child if angry will sometimes cry, lash. If Dad's one of the impingements is boxing training.”

“So if Dad practices boxing means angry again. Daddy's angry keep dong. Don't look, Dad.“

Zayn hugged his daughter.

“Nevery Dad's boxing workout means getting angry again. Indeed routine must be exercise so that you can take care of Love.”

Little fingers of Love touched his father's face.

“The veins on Dad's forehead are still protruding, his lower lip is also still curved. Meaning Dad is still angry.”

Again Zayn was stunned.

“Still a little. But chatting with Love makes Daddy's heart calmer.”

“Kata Eyang, if angry or sad really should take ablution continue to pray.”

“Alhamdulillah was Dad. Just need to hit it again.”

“Then it is now a bath, it is b a u.”

“Love. That, yes same Dad.”

Zayn immediately scratched his daughter's waist until Cinta laughed.

“Ampun .. stop ... stop. But emang Daddy stinks ..” The little boy cutely closed his nose and stuck out his tongue.

“That’s. Bite law.”

Opening his mouth shut, Zayn pretended to bite his daughter's body. A love that cannot see can only be resigned to receiving the punishment of affection from his father.

Mary put her head into the gym.

“Fiuh, I thought I would meet Ravana here.”

“Bu ..” Protests Zayn while continuing to punish his daughter.

“Mandi there, you smell.”

“Ck, yes, yes already. This plot mah.”

Zayn then sat Cinta on the bench and rushed to his room.

“Waiting on the terrace. Afternoon snack is ready.”

In the bathroom, Zayn soaked his body. The shadow of Nafisa was dancing in his mind.

“I haven't divorced you, honey. I'm sorry, everything's falling apart because of me. Your marriage is not legal and Mika even cheated.”

Lama Zayn was under the shower when someone knocked on the door.

“Zayn, this is Mom. Quick out. Fast!”

Zayn's gurgles dried his body and then raised his clothes.

It took less than five minutes for the man to be in the living room facing Mikail Malik, the woman he was with and three children.

Mary was sitting between Mikail and Dian, holding her second hand. Maryam's face was full of novelty to meet the niece who grew up now a father.

Seeing the scene before him, unable to contain himself, Zayn prepared to beat up his cousin's sister when suddenly Mikail immediately hugged him tightly.

“I never married Nafisa. You were wrong and I intentionally made it that way. I'm sorry.”

Zayn pushed his cousin's sister.

“Dad!” Shouted Abidzar seeing his father being treated harshly.

Dian held her son.

Zayn holds Mikail's shoulder. His net was sharply staring at Mikail.

“Don't lie to you, Mikail. I saw that morning you came out of Nafisa's house. Also late in the afternoon I see you the same Dim and Nafisa.”

Mikail frowned.

“You ... You know Dim?”

“Know, she's the same Love, my son. Never mind, I can have to accept if you get Nafisa. No need to pretend.”

With lazy eyes half-squeezed, Mika turned to his wife.

“I told you what too, right? Emang often error him.”

“Zayn, listen to Mika and Dian first,” ask Maryam.

Dian got up and stood next to her husband, “Pak Zayn, introduce, I am Dian, the legal and only wife of Mas Mikail Malik. These are our children, Aisya, Abidzar, Helmy.”

Netra Zayn looked at the three little children who were looking at him timidly. From the faces of Abidzar and Helmy she could see the style of her father's rancor, but Aisya was very different and more like Dian.

“Aisya my son from a husband who died before marriage to Mas Mika. His late father died in Papua while serving there.”

Dian continued, “I am Nafisa's best friend from childhood. Nafisa had remembered everything and had even met her father Oom Yusuf, as well as Bulik Siti, her aunt. Nafi's father now lives in Dubai. But often back and forth to Indonesia to meet Nafisa and Dim.”

Maryam looked at the three children who were sitting neatly facing her.

“The Grandchildren of Eyang, O God. Here sits Deket Eyang. Dian, you are also here.”

Dian once again kissed the reverence on the back of Mary's hand, followed by her children.

Zayn gasped, trying to digest and prepare for the worst news. Because if Nafisa is not married to Mika means Nafisa married someone else.

“Dim is really Nafisa's son, right? Then who's Dim's father?” Ask Zayn to Mikail and Dian.

No one has yet answered the question, from the outside the sound of a child's voice.

“Assalamualykum says. Oh, Oom Mika and Aunt Dian why here?”

“Waalaykumussalam,” replied they simultaneously turned towards the door from the beach and saw Dimiko standing there.

“Dim!” Pekik Love cheerful.

Maryam stared at the handsome boy with reddish cheeks, curly hair, with a facial expression very similar to Zayn as a child. Just his eyes are gray.

Dim was astonished as everyone looked towards him.

“Why? Mama's looking for me, huh? I was ready to play, kok,” he said timidly with raised eyebrows.

Mary covered her mouth with one hand.

“Zayn, he ... he ..” Said Maryam with soaring emotions.

“Dim, come here in,” invite the joyful Love. The little girl did not really understand what was happening. He was just excited for his friend to come.

“My mom is also here?” Dimiko cuddly looking for Nafisa.

“Who is your mom? I did not hear any other voice,” replied Love who can only recognize the people around him through the voice.

Love slowly steps towards Dim.

Hesitating, Dimiko walked into the villa.

“There are my cousins here. Gengs, know my new friend, his name is Love. I greet you first with papa you.”

Dimiko approached Zayn who was standing glued to his place.

He took Zayn's hand to kiss her. As soon as he touched, Zayn sat on both knees.

“Dim ... what's your full name?” Ask Zayn.

“Dimiko Yusuf Malik, Oom.”

“Our back names are the same, Dim. I Love Malik.”

Dimiko simply nodded, still not understanding why the father of Love kept staring and holding his hand.

“Oom, why?” Dimiko waved his hand in front of Zayn's face looking at him pushyly.

“Dim, Pap, emmm Oom can hug you?”

“What the hell is it, Oom? Dim is confused.”

Dimiko's fingers scratched his head.

“Awhile, Dim,” pinta Zayn, her voice vibrates withstanding emotions.

Dimiko glanced at Mikail and Dian. Both nod.

The boy then brought himself closer and he was the one who hugged Zayn first.

Maryam held haru not a bitch. Zayn tried hard not to shed tears because it would make Dimiko more confused to get scared and away.

Zayn's hands tightly hugged the little boy who didn't know that the man in front of him was his father.

While patting Zayn's shoulder, Dimiko said, “Oom don't be afraid. Everything has a solution. We want to open our hearts, eyes, and ears. Think for the good of us and others. And most importantly pray for ease with God. So said my Mom every time faced with problems.”

Zayn buried his face into Dimiko's small shoulder.

The atmosphere was sudden for the adults who were there. While the boys were just staring at the wonder why there was a man they had never seen who was hugging Dimiko instead.

“Quiet, yes Oom. Manyin dhikr. In Shaa Allah, the way out will be met. Dim couldn't help being a kid. But later fitting Maghrib prayer, Dim will pray Oom.”

Zayn parsed his arms and clenched his hands to Dim's face. Makes the boy even more surprised.

For the first time Zayn saw that Dimiko's face was a fusion between his face and Nafisa's.

“Dim, can Eyang greet?”

“Eh sorry, Dim didn't see. Dim, dong, who should have the same greeting as Eyang.”

Dim then approached Maryam and kissed her on the back of her hand.

“The Love, yes?”

“Iya, Darling.”

Maryam stared fixedly at Dimiko's face, then kissed the boy's forehead.

Dim stood up awkwardly then approached Mikail and Dian sought refuge.

“Dim, play the same Love first there, let Oom Mika and Aunt chat here,” said Dian while scrambling Dimiko's hair.

“Boleh take my gangs, right?”

“Bby,” reply Mika smile amusedly look at the style of her niece's rancor.

“Love, I brought my gang. This is Mba Cha. Because of my cousin's brother, I didn't come here yesterday. Then this is Abi and this little one is Helmy.”

Dimiko leads Love to get acquainted with everything.

Excited love is not a bitch because it gets many friends.

“Main on the page, yuk. I made a sand pool. I can't play on the beach alone. Want no?”

“Mau!” Answer the other four children in unison. The group went straight to the pool of sand the villa yard.

Netra Zayn did not escape the slightest from Dimiko.

“My son, Mik. My son,” whispered with a vibrating voice.

“Sit, I tell you everything.”

“We talk in the workspace just so the kids don't hear. However, the most entitled to tell Dimiko that he is Zayn's son is Nafisa,” invite Maryam who directly approved Mikail, Dian, and Zayn.

They move into Zayn's more enclosed workspace.

“Dian, here sit near Bude.”

Mikail told his wife to sit next to Maryam.

“Bojomu ayu, Mik.”

“Maa shaa Allah, Makasi Bude. I met Dian when I was following Nafisa on the bus. At that time Nafisa passed out and by local people was taken to Dian.” clinic

The story flows from Mikail and Dian's lips.

Zayn was unable to say anything. Regret after regret hit his chest many times.

The relief is that Nafisa finally knows her past and is surrounded by loved ones.

“Afisa independent woman. Although her father was handed more than enough wealth for the three of them, but Nafisa chose to pioneer her own business,” explained Dian, looking very proud of her best friend's struggle.

“Not that. Dimiko helped too. That kid is amazingly smart. At the age of six he had already accelerated first class. If his age was still first grade, Dimiko was now second grade. A few months ago he won the 30th district. Dim also helped Nafisa take the bushel not far from here.”

Zayn.

“So Dim it every day through here because between abstinence?”

“Betul. He asked for it. Actually Nafisa does not love but Dim if you already have want no one can refuse.”

Zayn's heart learns how Nafisa and Dimiko are fighting for their lives.

“Is ... Did Nafisa ever remarry?”

Dian immediately snatched, “There are seven men with the highest quality want to marry Nafisa. There is one who just so, but dear Nafisa cancel.”

“Seven?” Zayn.

“All come alone. Some even bring their parents. But Nafisa was not looking. Stupid is my best friend.”

Zayn glanced at Dian with a deadly glance but was casually replied by a fearless woman.

“Stupid because he can't move-on from his father Dim.”

Zayn's breath jerks.

“I have to meet Nafisa.”

“Patience, Boss. He again has catering in Jember,” explained Mikail.

“Loved the address, Mik. I'm going there.”

“Shortly, Zayn. You can't force everything. Think about what you want. Not yet move-on does not mean he wants to accept you with open arms,” said Maryam reminded her son.

“Gue agrees with what Bude has to say, Zayn. It could be that Nafisa is comfortable with her condition now. She was not the type of woman who looked for treasures and positions. Twice failing in a marriage can make him careful to step up. Especially with you,” added Mikail again.

Zayn nosed his nose. Mikail knew very well that her cousin was worried.

“Lu true. Tomorrow I'll see him. Now let me play with Dim.”

The man who just found out he was a father couldn't wait to get out.

“Zayn, how about Val?” Ask Mika before her cousin moves on.

“We divorced after she gave birth. Mmm Love is not my biological child, but I love her very much.”

Mika asked carefully, “Where is Val now? Me and Dian are worried that he'll go crazy again if he finds out you found Nafisa.”

“In America. If only once he set foot to Indonesia, Bude will be thrown into prison,” said Maryam whose face was immediately unhappy to hear the name of her former ex called.

“What's your plan, Zayn?” Maryam asked as she looked gently at her son.

“Zayn wants to get Nafisa back, Mom. Almost seven years and this love does not fade at all.”

Dian stared at the doubt.

“Have you been close to someone? I don't want Nafisa to have to face a new enemy. He can coke life without you.”

Dian's voice sounded cynical but it needed to be done to protect Nafisa who was already like a sibling.

“Six years I focus on caring for Love. My son has many weaknesses. Among them are kidney failure at birth and several heart surgeries to repair the valve. That's why yesterday he fell on the beach. Dim.”

Zayn flinched considering he once slapped his son.

“Dim!” Zayn ran to find Dimiko.

The boy was lying on the sand playing with Love. While his cousins clap around him while laughing amusedly at the silliness of the two of them.

A tear dripped from Zayn's netra corner.

“Dim ..” Call it.

The so-called terjang and instantly frightened.

“Sorry, Oom. Dim just teaching Love joget-joget style cartoon movie. Love is not jatoh kok Oom, I take care of.”

Zayn gushed and hugged Dim.

“Oom, Oom .. I think Oom got the wrong hug. I'm Dimiko not Love.”

Dimiko felt awkward for twice getting an unusual hug from a man known only as his friend's father.

“Sorry .. sorry Pap ... Oom ever made you sick.”

“Kan is better. My mother said, we should be able to forget bad things. I forgot, really, Oom.”

Zayn distanced the little body. Look at. Confused as to how, Dimiko forced himself to smile. Produces a strange grin on his face.

“Mas Onion is hilarious ..” Celtap Helmy.

“I want to hold your face, Dim,” cetus Aisya-assisted Love approached Dimiko.

The little man was confused by the behavior of father and son. Zayn continued to stare at her while now Love reached out to her face.

“You don't move. I want a palpable so I can imagine your face.”

Love then put his hand on Dimiko's face. Sliding slowly.

“My mom also likes this gini. Pake scrub he said let his skin glowing,” quipped Dimiko because the hand of Love is still a lot of sand and has explored on his face.

Zayn holds the hand of Love.

“Honey, wash your hands first. Face Dim so much sand.”

“Neither, hold it again aja.” Dimiko then put Love's other hand on his face.

“This is my face. Most handsome. Abidzar - Abidzar ajah mah lose.”

“Dim! Yek,” is mocked even joget-joget not careless.

From inside the house Maryam holds back the sight of their villa with the presence of the children of Mika and Dimiko, her biological grandchildren.

Mikail embraces her Budenya.

“Mgirl ..”

Dian directly poked her husband's ribs.

“Neither, Dian. Bude's nephew this one is asking dithutuk use sandals.”

Maryam took the sandals and pretended to hit Mika, who hugged and cried in her nephew's chest.

The children were instantly speechless at the turbulence of emotions that they did not understand why.

Maryam immediately stopped as soon as she realized everyone was looking at her.

“Nothing. Eyang just really can meet papa and oom you guys. Play again. Oya if you want to eat there are pastries, but you have to wash your hands first.”

Dim looked towards the sun.

“I have to go home. Last promise the same Mama should not pass from half six hours already have to be at home,” muttered sad because it was a glimpse of the cakes served on the terrace table.

“Who's same team at home?” Zayn asked out loud if Nafisa was in a job out of town.

“Bibik. I'll go home first, Love, Oom, Eyang.”

“Oom deliver by car aja.”

“No need, Oom. Thank ye. There will be guests, cook left.”

Dim hasten kissed the hands of all the adults who were there.

Zayn looked at his son with pride. That little boy already understood manners and manners.

“Mas, if you want to deliver, we are okay.”

Mikail patted his cousin's sister's shoulder.

“Tuh, before Dim blur.”

“Thanks, Mike. Sorry for this morning.”

“Aah no feel.”

“But bonyok too, right,” led Zayn while menoel cheeks his cousin sister then chase after Dimiko.

Not to be rejected, Zayn immediately lifted his son's bicycle and took it toward the garage.

Dimiko waved at everyone and promised to play again sometime.

***