Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Return Vindy's Sis's Shirt

The school hours have arrived. All the students immediately scattered, leaving their respective classes. Low spirits were created from the sound of footsteps and laughter toward the school gates.

Syifa and Nadya along with several other friends left the class. Not forgetting his right hand with a paper bag. He had to return the clothes he borrowed. Before Mother nags again. Like when Mommy found out the dirty clothes she was carrying were full of mud. They should be washed repeatedly until clean. To get rid of the smell requires a lot of fragrance softener.

“Elo bring what?” todong Nadya noticed the paper bag that Syifa was carrying.

“Shirt.”

“Shirt? Who's got?”

“Punya kak Vindy.”

Nadya frowned. It was as if he was thinking hard, remembering the woman called Kak Vindy by his best friend.

Syifa pulled Nadya's arm. Whispering asking to be delivered back the goods in his hands.

Nadya wanted to reject him. Upright. I could not hear Syifa.

No one knows the address of the sorority house named Vindy. But the two agreed to come to the campus, where the girl studied. By taking the transport they leave.

In Nadya's heart worried scolded Bonang. When the tall skinny man, knew he suddenly came to his campus. But this time his fear can be controlled. Because Syifa had promised before leaving earlier, will face his fierce brother. He was sure Syifa's words would be more believable compared to what slid from her lips.

A few minutes' delay. The cargo they were riding arrived in front of the campus. Syifa and Nadya let out a short sigh almost simultaneously. Like looking for a pile in a haystack. Perhaps the phrase is appropriate, to describe the anxiety experienced by two friends who are always compact. Both are getting confused. How could they find Vindy on such a big campus. Of course, there are hundreds of students with different majors.

“Where is it, Pa? Elo know his phone number, let's meet him immediately?” tanya Nadya restless. “kalo can not let my brother know, if I come here still wear uniforms like this.”

“Elo this, where do I have. Because at that time I did not ask for his phone number, just asked his name doang,” said plain.

“Ah, i-elo. Why don't you ask for a number?”

“Where do I remember, Nad.”

“Yah, elo.” Nadya grunted heavily.

They finally agreed to meet Bonang. Through his cell phone, Nadya contacted the young man. They managed to meet Bonang in the campus cafeteria. Coincidentally, the young man was not kribo eyes. He spent

his empty hours were hanging out in the cafeteria with a friend. Handsome young man with glasses minus.

“Why did you two come here?” cecar Bonang's. His pair of eyes looked fierce as if he wanted to swallow Nadya, standing in front of her face.

Nadya nudged Syifa, as if asking for her help.

Syifa pulled Nadya's arm. Replaced him. Instantly Bonang softened to see the sweet-eyed jelly girl standing in front of the trunk of his nose.

“Bang Bonang,” said Syifa sounds soft. “maaf yes, Nadya is not wrong, so please don't upset her for this time, please ..”

Bonang was amazed to see the girl. His smile was wide.

Syifa looked at wonder. Then turned his eyes to Nadya. From his gaze as if he was asking about Bonang's sudden strange attitude. But Nadya just shrugged her shoulders while raising her palms into the air. A sign that he did not understand.

“Bang, Bang Bonang,” Syifa flicked her hands in front of the young man's face. Until he woke up from his daydream.

“Kalo cautiin, it turns out elo sweet too,” he added hurriedly shut the mouth.

Syifa scrunched her forehead.

“Elo say what the hell, Bang?” reprimand Nadya furious. “don't say elo want modusin Syifa, huh? Remember, Bang, Syifa already has.”

“Iya. I know,” said cynically.

“Udah, don't on tense. Mending sat down to not be tired,” cetus young man with glasses minus who had just become a spectator.

The three of them turned to the source of the voice. With a sour face Bonang sat on a chair. Nadya sparkled to see a good and handsome young man. Without hesitation he sat down beside her.

“Hai, Bang handsome,” saya Nadya flirtatious. “untung no brother, so mat ague not sepet see ..” glance Bonang at a glance. Then a big smile looked at the young man.

The young man smiled kindly. Bonang sipped his bottle.

“You can just. Don't call Abang dong, and people think Brother is a meatball,” chirp.

Syifa is still standing. He was tired of sitting with someone new. His gaze swept across the entire corner. I hope to find that student soon. So that he can return home quickly. He was also a bit uncomfortable in the eyes of several pairs. I was impressed like a freak. Moreover, there are among those who have seen it at the KKN place yesterday. They must know about that incident. The cream-sweater girl sighed softly.

“Continue, call what dong?”

"Call me Brother Rifa'i, or Brother Fa'i," he answered extending a hand.

"Sister Fa'i. Perhaps, too" Nadya regretted.

"Hey!" exclaim Rifa'i. "you ..."

Syifa.

"What's wrong? How do you still stand? Come, sit!" rifa'i's reprimand allowed his minus glasses to sag a little.

Syifa smiled awkwardly.

"Call Kak, not Abang ya," he said as Syifa was about to greet him.

"Oh, yes Brother," the girl nodded in understanding.

"Who are you looking for?" ask Rifa'i next.

Syifa glanced at Nadya. Like a magnet with a tugging, Nadya immediately understood the contents of Syifa's head. Without being asked, he explained the purpose of their arrival. Syifa placed her paper bag on the table.

"Oh, so you're the girl who's been told the same story Bonang?"

"So, you two want to return Vindy's shirt? Why didn't you tell me from earlier?"

"Where would I say, if you nyolot first. There's my jiper," Nadya argued.

"Elo tuh, if you talk mulu, kayak bajaj."

"Yes, his elo bajaj," muttered Nadya.

The drama of brothers who always never get along knows no time and place.

Syifa shook her head. He hesitated to ask for help from Bonang, if he constantly had a fuss with Nadya. While Rifa'i had just known him. Awkward to trouble people at the first meeting.

Not long ago. A young man flashed in front of the canteen. With a black bag. He walked alone, his face bowed in lethargy.

Kontan Syifa called out to him as usual.

"Zikra!" pekiknya.

Everyone in the canteen turned to the source of the voice. They whispered with astonished gazes towards Syifa. As usual, the young man never paid attention to him.

"Ouch. Start again," Bonang patted the eel.

Rifa'i frowned. Nadya was stunned to look at her best friend who began to lose control.

Regardless of the circumstances, Syifa immediately pursued the young man. He called her by the name of Zikra.

The young man's steps came to a halt when Syifa managed to grab his arm. He was shocked. Spontaneously brushed off Syifa's hand.

"Who are you?" tanyanya.

"It's me, Syifa," he replied enthusiastically.

"Shyfa? Sorry, I don't know you."

Syifa was shocked. Speechless. He wanted to explain everything so that the young man could understand. He did not open his mouth, but the young man asked him to leave. Not bothering him anymore.

"Please, Ma'am, we don't know each other. So, I hope you understand," he concluded waltzing away from his face.

Syifa was devastated. The young man should not have ignored him. His face was sad. His footsteps gontai down the spacious and long campus hallway. Then he sat on a long bench in the campus garden. No matter what the people around him look like. Maybe they feel strange, there are high school children on campus they are sad. The paper bag that had been covered had been placed on his side.

A white handkerchief stuck out in front of him. Someone was so concerned about lending her a handkerchief, to wipe away her falling tears. Syifa raised her face, took the handkerchief and thanked her. Suddenly he was shocked to see the person standing before him.

"Why again?" the young man asked as if he knew what was happening to him. Sitting next to Syifa.

Syifa's eyes followed her every move.

"It's because of him, isn't it?"

"Kok, elo know?"

"I happen to see you just now, screaming while chasing after him. But he's cuekin you instead," he explained.

Syifa. His face was bowed in. Then nodded slowly.

"Of course, forget him. Why do you care about people who don't care about you."

"Gue, he wants it to be. But, I can't," she said.

"Why?"

"Because she's my future husband."

Zikra was shocked. He did not expect the girl's stance to be so firm. It is fortunate that young men can have it as a couple.

"And I don't want to poke-bokap me until disappointed again," he continued.

"But, he's ..."

"Yes, I know. Whatever the reason, I have no choice. After graduating from high school, I married her. If only I could choose. I want to study and pursue my career before getting married. But ... Again there is no choice for me."

"You can reject it. Or give me a reason to let your parents understand."

"Enough Malin Kundang only become a stone in the past. Because I don't want to be a stone in the present age," the girl smiled bitterly, turning her head towards Zikra.

Zikra frowned.

"Gue doesn't want to be a dissident child that only troubles my parents. I can't make them happy either. Perhaps only in this way can I repay their good service, although it is not worth all their suffering while taking care of me as a child. Especially the one who gave birth to me."

Zikra was stunned to hear Syifa.

"Gue sure, their choice is best for me. Because I believe my parents will not drive their children to the path of heresy. Like a tiger so savage, he will not eat his own son."

Zikra looked at the girl in amazement. Syifa's wise words opened her mind. Maybe he'll follow in the footsteps of the girl. Accepting everything that is the decision of both parents.

Suddenly Syifa's phone rang. The girl hastily received the call. He stood away from Zikra. Talk to the person on the other end of the phone. Not long after Syifa left Vindy's clothes on Zikra. Because he has to go home soon.

With a light hand Zikra received the paper bag Syifa proffered. Assented request. After that Syifa immediately left. Zikra smiled at the girl's departure.

　

　

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