Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Grief on the Wedding Day

Syifa realized from her daydream when the sound of the roar of a firecracker explosion blazed over, from the courtyard of Uwa's house which he had just two days in. A sign of the family and the groom arriving at the bride's residence. That means soon the marriage process will begin. The most important phase in his life's history will occur.

Chests rumbling. Slowly but surely, anxiety began to creep into his heart. His head throbbed – beats due to the bun decoration and a fairly heavy crown. The shadow of the face of the young man wearing a wedding dress, and said kabul in front of the ruler as if present and scared his mind.

If Uwa's health condition is good – is fine. At least until the graduation diploma is within his grasp. Not now. Despite the fact that Uwa is at the end of the sakaratul death.

How his schoolmates know. Even all of his teachers know. What will happen with his education, which is only one step away from touching the finish line. Syifa snorted in annoyance. His anxiety cannot be controlled.

There's nothing he can do right now. Moreover, batik prada fabric that is so kabet. To complicate his footsteps to escape from this place.

“Hadeuhhh .. your life is very strange anyway, Cipa,” said Nadya when she just found out the real facts of Syifa's life. “tale elo who used the event betrothed from small. Continue, now you want to be married forcibly ala – ala Siti era

Nurbaya. Geez Cipa .. elo was a child born in the millennial era, but the way of life elo kok kayak in colonial times.”

Syifa wanted to cry but her tears were dry like a desert.

“Yeah, why is my life like this, anyway? Cheating girlfriend, forced marriage same guy ora danta. Complete my suffering?” lamented pilu.

Low boisterous sounds from the living room to the kitchen, were clearly heard coming into his room. Adding to the turmoil that is difficult to tame. Suddenly his cellphone that had escaped his supervision. Now I don't know where the limb is. He was busy looking. From the bag to the wardrobe has been explored, but never met him.

“Aduh.... where the hell is hp? Again needed kayak gini pake event disappeared everything,” murmured annoyed. Then sitting limp on the mattress while grunting quietly. "just hp butut aja, pake very hard to find."

Syifa wanted to contact Nadya. Ask for his reinforcements. Or just give a hint to escape from here. Even if he knew it would be impossible. Because at – hours like this, Nadya is busy taking lessons in class.

“Did I just run through the window, huh?” suddenly a wild idea came to his mind when his eyes were fixed on the window

the room was only as high as his waist.

Without a second thought, Syifa immediately did the action like in soap operas or movies – cinema films, which themed kidnapping or the like. The bay! It's not a kidnapping drama. But the drama of escaping a forced marriage.

Incidentally since it was finished by a bride, the chubby-cheeked girl was left alone in the room. The – people who had been with him had left him, welcoming the besan group outside.

Syifa painstakingly climbed up the window of the room as high as an adult's chest. He snorted loudly. He just realized. It turns out not easy, like what he saw on soap opera on tv or – movies in theaters. Especially by wearing a wedding dress like this time.

Arrived – arrived heard the sound of the door being opened.

“Do not think you can run through the window so aja, because before you run away, I will catch you first, continue to drag you in front of Penghulu,“ he said with a threatening tone. “so, so, rumors about your matchmaking since

was born right? Not hoax.”

Sontak Syifa turned to the source of the voice. His eyes widened to see a very familiar girl in his eyes.

“Aini?“ mumbling astonished.

“Why? Elo shocked to see I'm here?“ todong Aini while folding both hands in front of the chest looks very haughty. Leaning his thin body on the door frame.

Syifa turned her body slowly. His pair of round eyes could not believe the arrival of the skinny, clean-skinned girl. Aini is a classmate. But they never got along with each other. The two often do not get along. I don't know why, and since when it happened, Syifa never cared about it.

“Yes, I'm surprised, why is elo here? I did not feel ngundang elo here,“ Syifa said cynically.

“Elo think I'm coming here? If not for my brother, amit – amit deh I came here,“ argue Aini no less jutek.

“Hah?! Brother?”

“Iya.”

Syifa's laughter suddenly broke out considering the young cupu she saw on a blind date.

“So, the hickey, the windowed tooth is Abang lo?“ tanyanya chuckles.

“What?! Who is the windowed geeky you mean?” tanya Aini did not understand.

“Hahaha .. who else if not Abang lo,” say relax.

“Only! Sory yes, my brother is not cupu. He is cool, even cooler than Aliando Syarif,“ kilah Aini.

“Hahaha .. Aliando Syarif? Ala rate kaleee ..“ Syifa chuckled mock Aini.

“Elo don't believe?“

“Emang!“

“Egh! If I had known from a long time ago, my brother's future wife was elo, my brother had already told me to marry another girl who was prettier and more exclusive than elo,“

“Elo think I'm KRL, use exclusive everything?“

“Kalo KRL the executive, Bambang ..“

“Oh, yes. It's up to you, deh!”

All the close relatives of Syifa had gathered. They sat side by side with the besan family of several people, on the carpet facing the marriage contract table. On the bed that was deliberately placed not far from the wedding table, Uwa lay weakly with an infusion hose, wanting to watch the wedding of the granddaughter of her youngest child. Next to Uwa's bed, Mommy sits with Ade. While the bridegroom wore a wedding dress matching the kebaya worn Syifa. He seemed ready to sit facing Mr. Penghulu and Dad.

The wedding ceremony also began with the reading of the sermon by a Ustadz. His voice was so sweet that everyone present was so solemn in listening to him. The mood was silent for a moment. Then Dad said the word ijab to the groom while shaking his hand.

“Wahai, Ananda Muhammad Zikra Al Fatir bin Mr. Surya Syaputra. I marry you, and I marry you to my daughter named, Adinda Nuzulusyifa Fauziah bint Mr Ahmad Fauzi, with a gold jewelry set and a set of prayer tools paid in cash!” lirih.

“I accept his marriage and the marriage of Adinda Nuzulusyifa Fauziah bint Mr Ahmad Fauzi, with the marriage paid in cash!” the young man was quick.

“How are the witnesses? Valid?” ask Mr. Penghulu to make sure.

“Sah!”

“Sah!”

“Please call his bride here,” Mr. Penghulu said.

Cang Rosyidah-Sister-Sister-in-law Father-is directly responding to the decree of the ruler.

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"Eh, boy, what are you doing, bae fussing two by two in the room? Not a spick coming to sono," scolded Cang Rosyidah, surprising two friends who never get along. Both of them grew shocked as they raised their heads. "this is again the bride, why the storm here? Penghulu had told elo to come to sono," he continued explaining.

"So, the show has started yet, ma'am?" ask Aini.

"Udah."

"What's? Uhhuh?" Aini is leaving.

"Part of the storm anyway?" muttered the woman dressed in shar'i.

"It hasn't started yet, has it, Cang?"

"Udah. It's legal."

"Lho, how can you? Am I still here?" Syifa scrunched her eyebrows.

"could. So now you are told to sono, he said to use what ring tukeran ring that. Awu dah, cave ora understand," replied Cang Rosyidah as he led the young bride to the penghulu table.

Oh my goodness .. why so fast? I just haven't done anything. But, what if he ran away again like the other day? Cook anyway, I should chase him. Where my skirt is so hard. Boro-boro to run. I feel like I am half dead. Huh! Like snails!

Syifa's footsteps suddenly stopped, when she arrived at the doorway to where the marriage contract was held. From a distance he saw a young man dressed as a bride sitting on his back. Nervousness came to bombard his heart. The heartbeat that had been pounding rhythmically unsettled made him more agitated. A tinge of doubt appeared in his mind. Can all this repeat? Or just cancelled? Unfortunately it's too late. Rice has become a porridge. No matter how hard he tries, everything has happened. And his marriage to the young man has been legal according to the Shari'a of Islam.

“Why Neng? How to stop here?“ reprimand Cang Rosyidah wonder.

Syifa took a long breath. A pair of his eyeballs were combing through the room. Both of his palms were increasingly cold to hold back the nervousness. He saw Aini was sitting mingled with her family.

“Come, the streets spout!” decreed Cang Rosyidah while pushing Syifa's body forward. "very long."

Syifa wanted to hold back her footsteps with all her might. In the end, he had to give up on the situation.

Walk step by step. His pair of eyeballs were still combing the guests present, while pulling a line of stiff smiles on his lips. He saw Mother with her own face. Sometimes women have two children

it wiped away her tears that had fallen down. The beautiful smile Uwa had just witnessed this time clearly made her heart full. He remembered Uwa's request that was so compelling in the middle of his illness. No tears filled his eyes until it slightly disturbed his vision.

“Well, that's her bride already nongol,” always Cang Sholeh as if to tell the arrival of Syifa

to everyone.

Everyone present turned their eyes to Syifa. No exception for the groom.

Huh uh?!

Syifa closed her gaping mouth wide. He was surprised after realizing the young man who was sitting in front of the ruler was not him. The young man who had always gone when he came near him. As fast as a pretty girl

bloody Betawi and Sunda it twisted his body berunggi everyone.

“Not possible!” whispered mumbles.

The young man who almost every day took Aini to school like an online motorcycle taxi driver. Even from the news that circulated throughout the school, the student who was busy compiling the final task was his girlfriend Aini. Even though he had always appeared if Syifa wanted to meet the young man. However, she already believed that the young man was her future husband.

Zikras!

The young man smiled widely. Syifa blushed in embarrassment.

What's the matter? Why is this happening? But, this is better than the cupu who is next to me. Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed!

Zikra wears a wedding ring on Syifa's ring finger. Then Syifa put the ring on Zikra's ring finger. Then kiss Zikra's hand.

Instantly the grief turned happy. A happy smile emanated from the faces of the people who witnessed the wedding.

Suddenly something happened to Uwa. The old woman's breath hunted down and then slowly weakened. Mother realized what happened to her mother-in-law was shocked. The pink-hijab woman approached him.

"Mom, Mother," he called out softly, but did not flinch.

Everyone present turned their eyes away. Then move from their seats to approach the lifeless old woman.

“Dad,” pekik Mommy.

I turned to the source of the voice. His smile was crumbling to see his mother's bed that had been mobbed by people. The thin mustachioed man rushed to his mother.

“Emaaaakkkk ..”

Syifa and Zikra immediately left the wedding table. Switch to Uwa's last resting place.

As soon as the wedding day that should have been happy, now changed sorrow. The sound of crying was inevitable. The yellow jaur that curved in front of Uwa's house, has changed the fluttering of the yellow flag.

　

　

　

　

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