Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Not Him, But Me (Part 1)

Syifa was screaming like crazy. But the one he called was like he had no ears. Boro-boro would say, just look at ogah. He grunted fretfully.

“Ih, really cute? My mouth is like a trumpet, cook him don't listen too?” annoyed.

“Hei! Noisy!” shouted one of the cold students, suddenly standing in front of Syifa. Beautiful girl with clean skin. Her hair was long. On the right-hand side there are other students standing flanking him like ladies and gentlemen.  "Who are you?"

Syifa was shocked. He has not been able to reply, he has been asked many questions.

"Why are you shouting to say the name Zikra? I was like Tarzan. What's your relationship with him?"

"Sorry Brother. I just wanted to call my future husband, but ..."

The three female students laughed at Syifa's innocent answer that sounded ridiculous to them.

"Are you sure little kid like elo gini is Zikra's future wife?" look for a student standing on the right. “Don't dream!”

"Little child, sister Saranin do not look for disease by claiming to be a boyfriend or a future wife of Zikra, deh," said the female student who stood on the left.

"Why?" ask Syifa doubtfully.

The three students looked at each other. Then a cynical grin.

Syifa frowned. His mind was filled with many questions about the three sorority sisters before him. Why did they suddenly bother to question his relationship with the young man named Zikra? Do they have a special relationship with that cute young man? I don't know.

"Oh, so you don't know yet?" the female student standing on the right moved forward to Syifa. His gaze was cynical and cold. Like a hungry tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

Kontan Syifa moved a step back. Suddenly fear came to cover his heart.

*

Nadya bowed in. His wide smile now looked grim. His arrival to the KKN place his older brother could not smooth his way to get to know more about Zikra. His brother's nagging really hit his steps backwards. How not, other than he will lose competitiveness with the sorority brother who

it had obviously been chasing him a lot for a long time. He will be disappointed because he already has a wife.

Nadya cried as she pushed her lower lip forward.

“Silence, don't cry. Make me ashamed,” exclaimed Bonang with glaring eyes.

Nadya stopped her crying. But did not change the shape of his unsightly lips.

“Whose name elo get here?” search Bonang.

“Friends of friends,” sahutannya slowly.

“Where is the person? I have not seen anyone other than Elo.”

Nadya looked back. He felt his friend was with him. Standing right behind him. But Syifa suddenly disappeared without a trace. He stuttered as he urged his brother to show his friend, Syifa.

Not far from where he stood. There was a noise. In the distance a group of students and students cheered on the edge of the rice field. They seem to be encouraging to people who are in a field full of mud.

“Come! Comeing! Come!” scream them out.

Nadya and Bonang looked at each other. Without command they ran close to the scene.

“Tasha! Tasia! Tasya!” screeched a group of students and understated students.

They encouraged a student who was fighting in a mud pit while beating a girl who was much younger than him.

The girl didn't break the charcoal. Although he was very young, his thin and tall body was able to knock his opponent several times into the mud.

“Come! Comeing! Come!”

Nadya was shocked to see Syifa in a mud pit with a student.

“Syifa!”

While a farmer owner of the rice field was furious. After knowing the results of the piracy damaged by the actions of two girls who were fighting. Actually, the dispute between Syifa and Tasya is not as extreme as a wrestler who can slam opponents while slamming cotton pillows. They just war each other throwing mud on the body

opponents.

Together with the pamong lecturer and the group leader, the farmer managed to stop the dispute between the two girls.

“Stop!” pekik dor pamong.

Suddenly a horrendous fanfare was silent. Inevitably the two girls who were still busy fighting in the mud, immediately stopped their activities. And raise each other's heads.

No different than Syifa. Reflex stopped his fight with the girl who was more senior than him.

“You?” Zikra was surprised to see the girl.

Syifa rounded her eyes looking at the young man who was also looking at her sharply. He was very surprised to see her again. She was sure she would not meet him after that night. But why did they meet again now?

True the proverb that says, ‘The world is as wide as the leaves of moring’. Wherever Syifa went, she finally met him. The young man was cold, kind, and his good looks were beyond doubt.

“Tasha! What are you doing here? Just make it a shame.” Todong dengkor pamongnya.

Tasya lowered her head.

*

All students and students of the KKN group have disbanded. Similarly, the pamong lecturer and the farmer left the scene. Syifa, Tasya, and Zikra remain. While Nadya saw from a distance because of the insistence from Bonang.

“Clean your bodies. After that you come base camp,” Zikra's word to the two girls bathed in mud in front of him.

Tasya immediately complied. Then waltz away.

Syifa was silent at the place where she stood. Her tears came out of her eyes.

Zikra, who was about to leave, abandoned his intention by hearing the young girl's sobbing.

“Why? You want to use your tears as a powerful weapon to avoid responsibility?” ask Zikra coldly. "Remember, your tears can't change things, yes."

Syifa wiped her tears with her hands full of mud.

“Who said? I'm not so,” kilahnya shrivel. Still wiping his tears.

“Then why are you crying? And still be here? Go there already!” his voice sounded firm and cold. Implies authority.

“Elo is stupid or what the hell? Try you think, I came here aja new, it was invited by my friend who did not have feelings,” Syifa said with tears.

I'm sorry, Pa. I've made you suffer like that.

“Keep what you want?”

“Terus ... I don't know where? I also do not have a change of clothes,” said honest.

“Terus?”

“From earlier elo talk continuously, already like a parking attendant. The point is I don't know anything, period!” Syifa.

Zikra nodded his head. Whether he understands or not. Then his body turned to step

forwards.

“Weird base! Just as strange as the girl earlier,” muttered Syifa annoyed.

“Any? Why?” Zikra turned her head to look at Syifa.

“Ya is weird. I already know I'm nothing, why did the student's sister make me a thousand? Then, as my pretentious as the boyfriend of my future husband. He said I was embarrassed because the piety told me I was his future wife ..” Syifa did not continue her words.

”Calon wife?” whispered Zikra repeating Syifa's last sentence a little hesitating.

“Keep, what's the difference with him? Beautiful eyes cataract. Or his eyes are blind, want to be like a guy like my future husband? Actually I also myself, ogah same him ..” Syifa pause his speech for a moment. “kalo not because it has been betrothed from small .. well, forced to deh. But, how could he cheat?”

Zikra turned to kill him after hearing Syifa's explanation. His forehead wiggling. Curiosity suddenly rippled in his chest.

“Who is your future husband?”

“Zikra. Muhammad Zikra Al Fathir.” Steady leg.

Zikra was shocked. His heart beat very fast. The look in his eyes was very fixed on the little girl in front of him.

Could it be me?

　

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