The Pawned Marriage

Want to Be Same Mama

Dimiko sat down while embroidering diligently beside Nafisa. She almost never shuffled from her mother's side.

Even to the bathroom Dimiko waited in front of the door and knocked if it felt his mother was too long inside.

Nafisa cancels the meeting with Dian because Dimiko does not want to be left.

By late afternoon Nafisa was usually busy at the restaurant but that afternoon Dimiko forced to be taught to embroider until his mother decided to stay home.

Several times Nafisa asked because of Dim's anger that morning. Although he had received information from Zayn but he still wanted his son to reveal his own heart.

Nafisa had already asked the class teacher about one of the parents of the student who killed herself because she had never heard such news.

And it turns out that bad things like what Dim said didn't happen, only stories among children spread and believed the truth.

Windi's parents, his friend Dim, were divorced and his mother fell ill when she found out her father was married again. Windi and his mother were taken suddenly to Solo by grandparents.

The next day, the ex-husband went on a rampage and demolished their empty house until police arrived after receiving reports of residents.

Somehow a different story actually reached the ears of the little children.

Nafisa stroked the head of her son who was trying to finish the embroidery. Lips softer.

“Mama, change yarn. Now color blue.”

Smiling, Nafisa helped her son insert the thread into the needle. Dim picked it up and started embroidering the blue flowers.

“Mas Dim, want to hear the story?”

“If about Papa does not want, later Mama sad.”

“It's about Mama. Many stories from Mama that Mas Dim did not know.”

In a soft and calm voice, Nafisa tells the story of her losing her mother forever when she was a child, moving to Malaysia, and being separated from her father by her stepmother.

How Nafisa can not remember the past including her name until finally raised in an orphanage.

Dim's eyes widened to hear the story of Nafisa.

“What age did Mama suddenly arrive at the parlor?”

“Yah about ten years old.”

“Still small, dong. Mama scared?”

“Bingung, scared, not bad. Even my name does not remember. There used to be a friend of Mama offering the name Salsabila.”

“Loh is your Mama's name. Don't-don't he actually know,” cetus Dim probing.

“Ngak, kok, Mas. And suddenly after a few weeks, Mama wanted to be called Nafisa. Qadarullah yes, Mas. So good God keep so the name of Mama returned.”

Dimiko fell silent, his eyes glaring.

“When his mother Mama died, sad didn't she?”

“Sad very. That's why Mama knows why Dim doesn't want to be away from Mama. But Dim, everyone who lives will die. We never know how old we are. Then we should ..”

“Stay prayers, make good practice, rigid and sincere same fate,” replied Dim with a serious face.

“Support?”

“So God take care of us.”

“Maa shaa Allah, pinter yes son Mama. There are many sad things in my life. What makes Mama strong is because she expects the protection of Allah SWT. If God takes care of us, we will be strong. And Mama also continued to endure until God called Mama.”

Dimiko listened carefully then asked, “God hates people who commit suicide, right?”

“Truly. Difficulty can make people dark-eyed and suicidal, but do not let the mind, deh. Difficulties to face. Must strong. While pleading Allah's help.”

Dim was silent for a moment to reflect.

“Mama why split with Papa?”

Taking a deep breath, Nafisa carefully told a story.

“Papa had a big mistake and Mama chose to separate and then went to Banyuwangi with Oom Mika. It's a tough decision you have to make. But the good side is, Mama met Aunt Dian, met Eyang Opa, Mama also remembered childhood, you were born deh.”

“Papa never know if there is me? Keep Love?”

“Love?”

“The Child Papa, Ma.”

“Kok Dim can know?”

“Abis interracial I like to stop by the beach. Keep in touch with Love. There's a nanny, her name is Miss Lastri. Tomorrow, the boy runs off to the beach, but he can't see you, Ma.”

Nafisa smiled hearing the name Lastri mentioned. One of the people who contributed to his life. But he still did not really understand how his son accidentally met his father.

“Keep you know he's Papa's son how?”

Dimiko was stunned, hesitating to tell how Zayn slapped himself after seeing Love fall while playing.

“Mmm but but Mama don't get mad at Papa. Uh no ding. Mmm .. mmm.”

“Dimiko.”

Hearing his name being called complete, Dim was immediately on guard.

“Promise first don't be sad.” His hands were pointing in front of his mother, his eyebrows raised.

Holding back from not slashing her son's cheeks because of her adorable style, Nafisa nodded.

“Dim again play the same Love, keep Love falling. Papa thinks I fell and then I got it ..”

“Yes Allah, the time Mas Dim cheeks were red back then?“

“Mama mama, if you know the same Love, surely Mama is also worried if she becomes her parents. The abis Dim to the villa make better Papa,” hastily Dim explained.

Seeing how his son tried to neutralize, Nafisa also softened, only in her heart she intended to make calculations with Zayn.

“Ma, although now there is Papa, but Dim does not want us to live there. She wants the same mom.”

“Why, Dear?”

“Papa once made Mama very sad until finally Mama chose to leave. Later if Mama made sad again, Dim left.”

There was a stabbing taste in Nafisa's heart because it was true that she had left her two children without news.

“Mama hasn't thought of staying with Papa yet. We have been separated for a long time, a lot has changed. So we can't be together. Doesn't have Papa?”

“Now. But do not know also tomorrow,” answered Dim plain.

“We finish one-on-one huh, Mas Dim. First, Mas Dim must know that in Shea Allah Mama will not commit suicide. One day there will definitely be a time for Mama to die but it is not by suicide,” said Nafisa.

“Mama ..”

“Second, Mas Dim must know Papa. Because after all, you are Papa.”'s bloodline

“Do not now. Today Dim wants to be the same Mama. Want to calm yourself first,” he said spoiled while sagging.

Nafisa chuckles restrained. His son can be very mature yet childish at the same time.

“Siap. Mama also today did not go to the restaurant.”

Dim threw his embroidery on the table.

“Ma, I've been so damn embroidered this.”

“Stop aja first. We play halma yuk. Mama already has a new tactic to lose Mas Dim.”

Dim's face looks lazy.

“Udah, Ma. Want to play anything, chess, halma, or ludo, only Oom Mika same Abidzar who might win against Dim. But it's okay, if Mama is ready to lose.”

With anxiety Nafisa pinched the cheek of her son's kingpin. They then play halma with the result of Nafisa losing a landslide.

Dimiko was already starting to smile and laugh. The boy chuckled as he managed to defeat his mother for the umpteenth time.

“Ma wants ashar. Mas Dim want to pray in the mosque can not?”

“Sama Mama?”

“No, the best place to pray women is at home. But today Dim didn't go between the bushels, yeah. Abis pray Dim want same Mama again.”

“Siap.”

Nafisa can breathe a little relieved because the six-year-old boy still wants to go to the mosque to carry out worship that is actually not mandatory for him.

“Abis pray Mama nengok kitchen resto, can you? See them prepare for catering tonight.”

Dim's forehead is wrinkled. “But Mama did not participate in the catering right?”

“No, really, honey. Tonight Mom Temenin Mas Dim.”

Dimiko hugged his mother.

“Dim love same Mama.”

“Mama is also dear to Mas Dim.”

After kissing his mother's cheeks, Dim took the water and drove his bicycle to the mosque.

Nafisa looked at her son with a sigh, “Mas Dim, if you have the courage to tell me about your brothers.”

***

Zayn sat pensively in his study. His encounter with Nafisa awakens a love that never goes out. He believes Nafisa has the same taste.

Only now that they have been separated for so long, each one has a story that accompanies them.

Zayn has Love and Nafisa has Dimiko who clearly rejects her.

Slowly, Zayn touched his finger that had touched Nafisa's hand. A smile appeared there. The blind man was closed to imagine the face of Nafisa who looked more beautiful.

Then Dimiko appeared in his mind. The little boy who became the first friend for Love was his son.

“Alhamdulillah Papa has hugged you, Dim. Papa hope you want to receive Papa.”

The door to his office is open. His mother entered with a face of sumringah followed by Lastri and Mbok Mi who flew from Yogya as soon as they heard Nafisa living in Banyuwangi.

“Excellent beauty, uh Zayn means, well.”

Mbok Mi and Lastri winked at each other but immediately pretended to bego when he saw Zayn swerve towards them.

“What did you say? How about after you found out her dad?”

Zayn's eyes turned soft. The three women in front of him immediately exchanged looks.

“Nafisa still mad at you? Or even already have a candidate,” asked Maryam more probing.

“No! He has no candidate,” replied Zayn did not accept.

“Santuy, Zayn. You guys have been apart for a long time, right? It's natural that maybe Nafisa move-on,” said Maryam calmly.

“Make Mom, the important thing Nafisa is fine and Mom can be close to Dim, that's enough,”.

Zayn frowned.

“Mothers do not want Zayn and Nafisa back?”

“As Mother said, you already have your own lives. Whatever decision you have to consider Love and Dim.”

Zayn pondered and answered his mother's initial question, “Tadi early this morning, Nafisa instead feared I would take Dim. Maybe afraid of the same time Reno, yes. I was just about to talk when Dim suddenly came and got angry. Ma'am, she has a trait like mine. If angry there is talent nakutin.“

“Dim even angry?”

“Fear exactly. She once told me that her friend's mother killed herself because she was sad to leave her father married again. My son is smart, Mom, but he's still a kid anyway.”

“Astaghfirullah, so sorry.”

“But that wasn't the case, ma'am. I've investigated. The child's mother fell ill, but did not commit suicide. And in her house there was a lot of police but because her husband went berserk found her house empty.“

Maryam pondered, imagining how scared Dim would be if he lost the only parent he knew.

“Sorry, Sir. Is it possible Mbok and Lastri are allowed to meet Mrs Nafisa. Kangene waste.”

“I'm coming. I miss kangen very much. Tau no medicine kangen Ibu tuh is ngintipin Aurelie at school more and more like Nafisa.”

“Supply first, Mom. I'll send Nafisa.” number later

“Mana Zayn cepet send. Yes Allah, same kangene Mother's son.”

“I son Mother.”

“Wis ojo weird, Zayn. You are not right until your son leaves. Mi, Lastri, to my room, we try video call with Nafisa,” said Maryam sewot.

“Monggo, Mom. Excuse me, Mr.”

The three women flocked to Maryam's room.

Zayn remained in his study, receiving reports from people he had placed around Nafisa's house.

Dim's photo and video speeding up the bike to the mosque, Nafisa's busy arranging the kitchen, until when Dim returned home greeted his mother.

Zayn fumbled at his hape screen touching the images of Nafisa and Dim. In his heart, he hoped that there would still be a chance to regroup with the woman who had not been legally divorced and her biological son.

***

Nafisa received a call from a number she did not know.

“Kok not lifted, Ma?”

That afternoon Dim was relaxing with Nafisa enjoying a fried banana in the backyard.

“Maybe from client. Mama wants to be the same Dim only so do not want to take care of work.”

“Sini Dim lift.”

Nafisa smiles at her young son but already has a gesture to protect his mother.

“Assalamualaykum, this is Dim Bu Nafisa's son. Who is this?” Dim answered through the speaker.

“Waalaykumussalam ..” Sounded an answer from a voice that is very well known Nafisa.

“Mother!”

“Who, Ma?”

“Eyang Uti you, Dim.”

“What's Love? I already know. Ma, Eyang rikues video.”

Nafisa nodded. On the screen appeared the faces of Maryam while Lastri and Mbok Mi scrambled for a place behind her.

“Yes Allah, Gusti. Nafishas. It's Mom, son. Mother kangen.”

Nafisa tried hard to resist the cries of haru, afraid her son was wrongly caught and went back to rampage.

“Mother! Nafisa also kangen.”

“Wis, we're going there. Sure, yeah. Really kangen.”

“Dim, how, can anyone come here?”

“That ever made Mama sad?”

“Never, Darling. It is precisely Eyang who always helps Mama.”

“Bby, Eyang. But don't take Papa. If Love can be invited too, Dim later play on the beach here. Safe kok.”

“Cucuku ... my grandson is really cool. Eyang. What to bring?”

“No need, Eyang. Just here, my mom can cook anything,” replied Dim proudly. Nafisa rubs the head of her son.

“We're leaving now. See you later.”

Not until half an hour, Nafisa heard voices that she also missed.

Immediately out of his house with Dim and rested at Mary's feet.

“Nyuwun ngapuro, Mom. Nafisa apologized for leaving without saying goodbye and without news. Sorry, Bu.”

“Nafisa standing, Honey. I'm hard to bend. Mom wants to hug you.”

Maryam and Nafisa then hugged tightly. The crying has spilled erasing the longing.

Mbok Mi and Lastri also stroked Nafisa's back.

After being satisfied, Nafisa hugged Mbok Mi and Lastri one by one.

Dim then kissed the reverence of Maryam's hand, Mbok Mi, and Lastri.

“The name, Dimiko looks a lot like bapake when he was a child. Kan Mbok ngasuh,” whispered Mbok Mi.

Nafisa also whispered, “His behavior is also sometimes. Monggo. Not fried bananas either brownies too.”

They all walked in when Dimiko stopped and turned to look at the male figure standing on the beach facing his home.

Father and son looked at each other from a distance.

One was full of longing while Dimiko still had many doubts.

Zayn waved and retorted at a glance, as Dim was not a vengeful and rude child. He was afraid of losing his mother.

Nevertheless, the boy chose to enter and close the door while secretly peeking to see if his father was still waiting.

The sharp Netra Zayn could see her son peeking out from behind the curtains. He waved his hand again before leaving.

On the back porch, Maryam sat down and continued to hold Nafisa's hand.

There was a longing yet more guilt that Nafisa felt.

“Sorry, Nafisa, Mom. Nafisa should be stronger to face Mas Zayn and Val at that time.”

“Mama cry?” Dimiko suddenly appeared with a worried face.

Nafisa's hurry shook her head.

“Nangis because of seneng, Darling. Here sit next to Mama.”

Mbok Mi and Lastri are fighting over Dimiko.

“Ma?”

“Dim, Bude Mi and Bude Lastri are Mama's friends.”

Dim nodded then sat down between the Mboks

Mi and Lastri.

Nafisa continued the conversation. “How is the store? If I see on instagram is still selling.”

“Alhamdulillah is getting better and better, Madam. You can also split the bonus every year.”

“Why is Mama called Madam?” Dimiko. In the area of Banyuwangi is rarely used the term Mistress.

“Neither, ni. Though call name aja loh.”

“Soalya, we work for Miss Maryam and Mr. Zayn. So your mom is called Madam.”

“Mbok Mi, Madam Lastri, please call my name or Mother. Well, please,” pinta Nafisa, she's not sure Dimiko can accept the changes that happen too soon.

“Jih, Bu,” Mbok Mi and Lastri replied in unison.

Afternoon to night, they chat, exchanging beautiful stories of the past. She listened and asked occasionally.

Maryam was able to see Zayn's critical and intelligent qualities. But he also saw the gentle and gentle nature of Nafisa.

Repeatedly Maryam stroked Dim's cheek to show affection.

Until the time they came home, the three were amazed by how popular the restaurant Nafisa.

Maryam turned her head towards Nafisa and Dim who were waving from the porch of the house.

“Please God, allow this father, mother and son to unite again.”

***