The Pawned Marriage

Don't Come Here!

POV NAFISA

The night is late. My eyes cannot be closed at the slightest bit.

Why would a man who incised such a deep wound have to be here? In the place I choose to forget?

Our story has only been going on for a few months, but I fell in love with it so deeply. Even more than I love Bang Reno.

I deliberately buried all the memories. I don't want to know a little about him and his family. When God has brought his flesh and blood into my body.

The flesh blood that was born with a face that combined me and him. With the mannerisms that sometimes remind me of him.

What should I do, God? It's hard to deny that I'm still in love. It is hard to face that he now has a sacred promise that must be kept.

“Mama ..”

I heard Dim calling my name in sleep. Yes, tonight I bring my son to sleep next to me.

My son tilted his body to face me. His face, his sleeping style was exactly the same as his father's.

How do I tell Mas Zayn if we have children? What if he with all his strength wants to take Dimiko away from me?

I've been an ungodly mother who left Aurelie and Milo behind. Do I have to fight again for Dimiko?

“Mama, embroidery nyebelin.”

Kuelus. My son got closer, he seemed to be cold. I turned off the air conditioning and opened a little window.

It's a full moon tonight.

I was standing in front of the window. A cold sea breeze hit his face.

O Allah, as thought drifted to him who might be currently chatting with his wife.

I now look at Dimiko. Source power. The boy laughed with his eyes closed. A man in a dream that seems full of joy.

I brought this body back to the contest. Lying next to my son.

“Mama won't run again this time. You should meet your papa.”

The End of POV

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“Assalamualykum says. At, meeting, dong. There is Mas Zayn in Banyuwangi,” take Nafisa through the morning the next day.

“Waalaykumussalam. Whahuh? Zayn?”

Nafisa.

“You uda know, Di? Don't lie. You are a bad actor.”

“Later I told you everything. Now patiently, I finish this trio of quack-grandpa first.”

“Wah tumben Helmy clock is here to wake up.”

“Not Helmy. His father, Aisha, Abidzar. I want to grind it feels like the three of them are.”

Nafisa chuckles.

“Jam ten ordinary places?”

“Sip, Bhay!”

From the direction of her room Dimiko came out with a backpack that was already on her back.

“Ma, I leave early. Want to ask Kamila to help me make embroidery.”

“Help or ask to make?”

“Which he can is.”

“Dim ..”

“Bantuin, keep me making,” replied Dimiko with a sloppy face.

“ Embroidery is good for fine motor.”

“Main puzzle too. More exciting,” protest the little boy while chopping down.

“Eh different dong. Here's Mas Dim, breakfast first. I have oatmeal with strawberry.”

“Makasi, Mama.”

Dim kissed his mother's cheek and then slipped spoiled.

“Ngalem, Mas?”

“Hihihi, yes.”

The boy sat down and ate the breakfast he had prepared and drank the fresh milk.

The clock indicates six o'clock.

“Ma, Dim departs, yes. Assalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam.”

Nafisa kisses her son's forehead and leads Dim to the restaurant's gate.

After the boy disappeared on his bike, Nafisa stepped into the restaurant and started to open the windows.

The workers had already swept and mopped the restaurant overnight, so this morning Nafisa could focus on compiling the catering menu.

He took the juice from the fridge and sat down on one of the benches facing the open sea. Sipping bit by bit.

The waves lure him to walk towards the beach. The wind was blowing a little.

Coconut leaves are moving here.

Nafisa standing on the beach. Breathing in deep breaths.

Sounded like steps approaching. Instantly Nafisa turned her back to find Zayn Malik standing just a few meters away from her.

“Nafisa ..” Zayn's voice sounded vibrating.

Not ready, Nafisa chose to run away from the man by returning to the restaurant.

“Nafisa wait ..”

Nafisa sped up her pace but Zayn easily caught up.

The man's hand touched his arm. Nafisa dodged but was cornered.

“Nafisa, I just want to talk.”

Nafisa retreated regularly until her back hit the coconut tree.

“Don't now, Nafisa's not ready.”

Zayn looked at her gently.

“Why? Why not ready?”

Now the man is convinced, Nafisa still has love for him.

“I ... I ..”

Uncompleted Nafisa spoke from behind Zayn heard Dimiko's scream.

“Don't bother Mama me!”

Zayn and Nafisa find Dimiko driving his bike, fighting the weight of the sand and directing it to Zayn.

“Running, Ma. Let me hit this guy.”

Dimiko's face flushed red, wrathful to see someone corner his mother.

Zayn catches Dimiko's bike but the boy jumps up and stands in front of his mother.

“Oom, don't hurt my Mama. Oom go or Dim ... Dim yell!”

Dim's hand stretched, blocking Zayn Malik from his mother.

“Ma, run, Ma. Let Dim hold here.”

“Mas Dim,” call Soft Breath.

“Come, Ma, run!”

Dimiko was still staring at Zayn with an angry and suspicious look.

Nafisa sat on her knees and hugged Dimiko from behind.

“Loh? Ma?”

Dimiko is now confused, especially when Zayn follows sitting on his knees to equalize.

“Dim, this ..”

“Papanya Love. I-i know. Why did Oom do my Mama?”

Nafisa's turn looked at Zayn in wonder.

“I know this Oom, Ma. Her father Cinta lives in Villa Salsa. Does your mom know Oom Papanya Cinta?”

Dimiko's eyebrows shot up. But still in a mode of caution against Zayn.

“Mama know. His name is Zayn.”

“Keep why was the chase?”

“Oh it .. Joking,” replied Nafisa nervously.

“Huh?” Dim's face looked confused.

“Mas Dim why go home?” Nafisa hurriedly asked.

“I forgot to bring the embroidery, Ma. Just around the corner I stopped checking the bag. That's why I saw Mama being chased by her Papa Oom Cinta.”

“Zayn, my name is Zayn.”

Dim didn't respond. I don't like Zayn being there.

“Ma?”

“Ya, Mama take you. Now take the embroidery first.”

“Truly make this trouble embroidery. Pake. Mama is fine here the same ..” Her little index finger leads to Zayn.

Nafisa nodded while smiling.

Dimiko walked towards his house, occasionally turning his head towards his mother and Zayn.

Zayn's attention returned to Nafisa. The woman he misses so much.

“Our son?” Ask while smiling gently.

Nafisa bit her lower lip. Slowly nodded.

“Alhamdulillah, O Allah,” reply Zayn gratefully.

“Mas, please don't take Dim from me. Please. You and Val have a kid. You guys have families. I only have Dim.”

Zayn fixed his gaze gently making Nafisa's heart tremble. But once she remembered that Zayn had a family and they were no longer anyone, Nafisa walked towards the house following Dim.

“We're not divorced yet, darling,” Zayn said.

Nafisa's steps stopped.

“I never said talak, divorce papers I did not sign, and every month I still send a living for you.”

“Crude you, Mas!” Hisses Nafisa.

“Egoist! You have two wives all along. Then if I marry again, it means it will not be legal.”

The eyes of Nafisa cannot be interpreted. His feelings are like that too.

Zayn approached slowly.

“If you want to get married, it means you have forgotten me. It's move-on. You will take care of our divorce to the end. And yes, I did have two wives until Love was born. Val and I divorced that day.”

Nafisa.

“Tega you, Mas. You divorced Val after the birth. That's it's cruel ..”

“Mama ..” Dimiko is back, now with tablecloth embroidery in his hand. His eyes looked suspiciously as he saw the reaction of his mother who was being riled up.

“Mama take car key first.”

“Dim bike ride only. Oom go home gih, My mom seems not happy Oom here.”

“Mas Dim. Same guest can not do that ..” Tegur Nafisa. Zayn's heart was pinched when Nafisa introduced herself as a guest.

“Mama between you. Mas Zayn, we'll talk later, yeah. Mas wait here.”

“Mas? How can I call Aunty Dian Oom Mika?” The six-year-old is suspicious.

Zayn trying to divert, “Dim want to go with Oom? Nafisa, I'll be here again after taking Dim.”

“Mas, I haven't ..”

“Mas knows. Calm down ..”

“Dim confused, Ma,” said six-year-old intelligent child still does not understand the problems of two adults in front of him.

Not preparing for such a sudden event, Nafisa had to take a deep breath to calm down.

“Dim, all is well. Mama is not ready for the story, but surely, in shea Allah Dim will know.”

“Mama ..” Dim hugged his mother. The little man leaned his head against his mother's shoulders.

Zayn was swept away in the feeling of seeing the mother and child hugging each other.

“Ma, is Oom Zayn the papa Dim?”

Nafisa and Zayn both gasped. Without hearing the answer, Dim could guess.

The boy turned his body to face Zayn.

“Back, Dim doesn't want to see Dim's dad. Don't come by again. Just go! Go!”

Dim suddenly shouted with his eyes staring straight at his father.

Dim pushed Zayn away.

“I said go! Don't come again! Mama expel him.”

“Dimiko Yusuf Malik.” Nafisa cried out to her son.

“Dim won't see Papa. Just go! Go!”

Not waiting for a response Dimiko ran towards the house while pulling his mother's hand.

Zayn stood stiffly in the face of the harsh rejection from his son. He could only stare sadly when Dimiko and Nafisa entered the house.

Dimiko locked the door and saw Zayn standing there.

“Mas Dim ..”. Nafisa rubbed Dimiko's chest up and down because of the emotion. His son's face was red. Tears began to fade.

“Mama ... Mama ..” Dim immediately hugged his mother and cried. His embrace was like fear of separation.

My aunt came out of the kitchen.

“What's up, Mom?”

“Can you please grab a drink for Mas Dim, Bi?”

“Njih, Bu.”

Nafisa held her son and they both sat on the sofa. Dim still hid his face in his mother's arms. The boy sniffled.

Gently, Nafisa drilled the shalawat into her son's ear. Continue with a soothing voice.

“Mama, Dim doesn't want to go to school. Dim want same Mama aja.”

Nafisa wiped away the tears that soaked her son's face. Dimiko rarely cried, let alone raged. Patiently Nafisa continued to hold her son.

“Bby, Darling. We're at home. Dim nemenin Mama.”

Dim looked at the window and saw Zayn guiding his bicycle to the side of the house and leaving.

“Mama don't stay in Dim. Mama can't kill herself.”

“Mas Dim how to say that?”

“Just Dim don't want to be left with Mama. Dim want same Mama keep.”

Dim's voice sobbed.

“Mama is not going anywhere in Allah. If Dim wants to cry, just settle. Abis was drinking and then take ablution water to calm down.”

“Wudhu is the same Mama.”

“OK. Ready. Drink first, Darling.”

Dim held a glass and then sipped fresh water that Bibik took.

Nafisa looked at her son. Often thinking more than her age, sometimes Nafisa forgets that her son is still six years old and not ready to face the reality like meeting her father.

“Wudhu?” Tanya Nafisa offers.

“Sama Mama,” replied Dim then sagged down from his mother's lap and took her to the bathroom.

“Mama wait there, the door is opened aja.”

While waiting for her son, Nafisa checked the hape.

A message came in.

Assalamualaykum Nafisa, this is Mas. I remember, Dim told me that there was a friend whose parents divorced, and then his mother killed herself. Maybe that's why Dim was like that.

Nafisa replied:

Waalaykumussalam's chat. Make the info, Mas. He just told me not to kill myself. Now Nafi knows why.

Incoming reply:

I'm glad to see you, Nafisa.

Although her heart was pounding, Nafisa decided not to reply to Zayn's message.

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