Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Not Him, But Me (Part 3)

Syifa grunted fretfully. A hue of sadness emanated clearly on her beautiful face. Once again the young man left him. Without a word let alone say hello. Is there something wrong with him? Or is he wrong? Ahhhhh. Bete! Too expensive selling.

A low boisterous voice in the room resuscitated Syifa from the daydream. The punishment Syifa and Tasya will receive has been decided. Both will help Pak Tani plow his fields for one week.

No one wants to accept that punishment. Both Syifa and Tasya have their own reasons. But punishment remains punishment. Nothing can undo it.

Tasya almost raged to hear the decision. Because tomorrow is the last day they hold KKN in this village. After two weeks they live mingling in a neighborhood away from the hustle of the city. Only the sounds of crickets and frogs enliven the night atmosphere in the village. The girl wanted to go home immediately embracing all the comforts in her home.

Everyone leaves the room. Syifa and Nadya in it.

Nadya tried to encourage Syifa not to be sad. Hugged the friend. Letting her cry in her arms.

“What about my school, Nad? If I serve that punishment? What should I say to Mommy if I know I'm not in school? If I go both ways I can't. Because the distance of home, school and this place is far,” said Syifa Lirih.

“Sori, Pa. If we do not come here, maybe not this incident,” said Nadya full of regret.

Syifa brushed off Nadya's embrace. Try to stay calm, even if you can't.

“Elo anyway, secret play – secrets everything. It's like this, right?” spray it. ”mana tomorrow there is try out at school,” he continued grunting fretfully.

“You rest easy, stay in school as usual. No need to think about the punishment,” added Zikra suddenly appeared before them.

“Where can that be?”

“I will replace you to serve that sentence,” he explained.

“Emang can be so?”

“Hmm. I talked about it with Mr. Edy earlier,” he replied.

“Pak Edy?”

“Iya. Lecturer pamong me.”

“Oh!” syifa's lips rounded like a circle while nodding her head.

Tasya is very excited, having learned she will run with Zikra. That means for one full week he will always be with Zikra. A young man he has long liked. But never responded back to him.

Nadya whines to be escorted home by Bonang. But Bonang repeatedly refused.

“Elo will come here of your own accord, so elo go home alone. Why elo ask me anterin home,” spray Bonang.

“Elo very hearty anyway, Bang sama adek lo own. Let's put it this way – bigini I'll adek lo one - only,” sulai Nadya.

Syifa did not want to interfere in the sister drama – sister. He chose to go away. Giving space to Nadya and Bonang finish the business that smells of family drama.

The day began to turn afternoon. Tembayung blushing at the horizon. The clouds follow the wind. Home – houses of residents who are located far from each other, indicating the residents in this village are still not too much. Green shades visible there – here. In addition to the plants planted by landowners, apparently still

many wild-growing plants live freely without the need to be planted.

Syifa closed her eyes enjoying the afternoon breeze, blowing through the ends of – ends of her hair

the long. Usually, nuances like this are always felt if visiting in your hometown.

I'm the same kangen as Dad's hometown. I think we haven't been there in a long time.

Before leaving the base camp, Syifa apologized to Tasya. Even if it is only coldly treated by him. At least – or not he is already in good faith. She had already thanked Vindy, the kind-hearted student who had lent her clothes. Syifa promised to return it soon

after washing it clean at home.

“Udah, relax. Sister's clothes are still a lot,“ he added was friendly at that time.

His gratitude goes to Zikra. The young man he had met several times before. But never greet each other, after at the beginning of his encounter during a blind date. Today he has become a helper for her. Help by replacing himself with serving the punishment he should have done himself. I don't know what reason he said so that the lecturer would accept his request.

The memory of his memory twisted the shadow of the young cupu who always blurred when he saw it. Until this moment Syifa had not gotten an answer, why did she always avoid it? Was it because the first person he saw was Nadya? So he didn't recognize her.

Syifa snorted loudly. His face closed and his eyes closed. Several times his imagination led to his every encounter with Zikra. The young man seemed to be telling him about who exactly the young man he had been looking for all this time. Although he does not speak blak – blakan but the word – he said often tease his mind.

Is it possible that he's not her?

A black sedan car sped out of the village. It was almost dark when the car was carrying Syifa, Nadya, Bonang, and Zikra. No interesting conversations filled their journey. It was as if they were caught in silence. Only Nadya who repeated – again thanked Zikra, because he was willing to take her home. Not like his brother who refused to take him home. While Bonang was busy refuting every speech that slid from Nadya's lips.

Silent – silent Zikra glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror that was above her head. His eyes are fixed

a girl sitting in the back seat. The girl sat next to Nadya. His eyes focused only on the scene outside the car window. Not sure what he was thinking, he could not read it.

“Eh, Neng Cipa,” said Bonang awakened Syifa from her daydream. He slightly tilted his body in order to be able to see the girl's face directly.

Syifa turned to the source of the voice.

“Iya,” fast reply.

Bonang grinned widely while scratching his non-itchy head.

“Sori, can I call you that?” Bonang looks awkward.

“Oh, yes no papa, Bang.”

“Come, elo want to modusin my friend yes, Bang?” look at Nadya suspicious. "remember Bang, Cipa already has a candidate, look out lo if until ..."

Bonang immediately shook his sister's forehead with his index finger.

"Anyway if you say," spray it.

"Keep, elo want to do sweet - sweet ria same with Cipa?"

"Basin the snot boy! I haven't spoken yet, haven't been accused of anything." Bonang snorted loudly.

"Udah - already, you're brothers - sisters but the behavior is like Tom and Jerry. The storm was never peaceful when it met," Zikra finally spoke up without flinching from his wheel.

A big blow for Nadya and Bonang. The kontan they are silent.

Syifa smiled slightly looking at the behavior of the brothers. Despite many years of friendship with Nadya. But only this time he was able to speak directly with his brother. During this time Syifa heard about Bonang from only Nadya's story. It turned out that his person was more unique than just the story he heard.

　

　

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