Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Back to School (Part 1)

Dusk almost receded when the funeral procession Uwa finished buried. The mood of grief still enveloped Dad's extended family. For a while the roar of tears dripped from the hug of the eyes, slowly accompanying the chant of prayer in the event of tahlilan went smoothly and solemnly.

Surya, Zikra's father, encouraged him to strengthen the father who was still in fear. Unlike the Mother who chose to chat with Mama, the besannya. Because Mother looks more rigid in the face of the disaster.

Aini chose to be alone in the car while checking her personal social media. Zikra helped his cousin Syifa give a banquet to pilgrims who attended the event at Uwa's house.

Actually the original plan of the Zikra family will go home after the wedding is over. Because the disaster that happened came without compromise. Inevitably they persist in honor of Syifa's grieving family.

Along with her cousin and the family of her father, Syifa sat in the kitchen chair. However, the girl only kept quiet as they all conversed. Occasionally there is a sound of laughter that is slightly held back, worried will interfere with the course of tahlil events.

Either because they are not interested in the theme of their chat, or do not understand what they are talking about, until Syifa chose silence. A slightly loosely circular wedding ring is dyed sweetly, twirling itself while playing around in wishful thinking.

The Zikra family immediately decided to go home after the event was over. Syifa's parents drove her until they got in the car. Syifa was just walking up to the front door. Then stand there.

Zikra stared at Syifa from a distance in the steering wheel. The girl just remained silent without expression. In his heart he was eager to talk a lot with her, the woman who had officially become his wife. However, until Uwa finished being buried, his wish had not been realized. Therefore, he and Syifa were only able to look at each other, that too with a considerable distance.

Aini who was still busy with her phone, seemed indifferent to the surroundings.

Not long after the black sedan car moved away, accompanied by a wave of hands from Father and Mother, they left Uwa's house.

Syifa leaned her back on the head of the bed. Bend both legs until you can hug them. Disbelief still invaded his mind. How could a cute guy turn into a handsome guy like Zikra? Could Nadya have mistaken people? It makes sense for Syifa and Nadya to be wrong

recognized him. The two men each carried flowers, which, according to the two innocent girls, could strengthen their own alibis.

Nadya believes the cupu guy is Syifa's future husband, because he carries a red rose that has become a condition in a blind date. While Zikra carried a pink rose, making Syifa reject the belief that she was her future husband. Although his heart was hesitant, but he still believed the cupu was the champion. No matter how many times he was left behind until he was rejected, he still accepted and adhered to his beliefs.

Syifa took a long breath. Maybe tonight will be longer than the nights before.

At almost the same time. Zikra sat on his bed, having previously bathed and changed clothes. She smiled as she stared at the wedding ring that was coiled on her ring finger. He felt like a dream to experience something amazing in his life.

Strange, in a short time I've let go of my spare time? No more noise.

Zikra shook her head. Then take a long breath.

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Syifa got off the angkot orange which stopped right across the street from her school building. Happiness rushes in the heart, accompanying the distinctive smile on her thin lips. He breathed a light stare

two-story building in front of him. Soon, in just a few months, the building will be left as a witness to the history of his life.

With a heart of – hearts he crossed a path that was a little startled. His right hand was busy lifting a long skirt with only feet that occasionally stepped on if not lifted. While his left hand is raised giving the code

to the users of the vehicle when crossing the road. The white rectangular hijab worn slightly fluttered in the wind.

The hustle and bustle of – high school atmosphere is now felt again, after a few days of permission not to enter school. As usual Mr. Tumrin stood by the gate watching the neatness of the clothes of all the disciples. Exists

some of the disciples who were dressed immaculately, immediately got a reprimand. They quickly dressed up their clothes.

“Finally I can go to school again,” murmured with a fluffy smile.

“Woi! Where are you going?” peekik Nadya pat Syifa on the shoulder from behind.

Sontak Syifa aghast surprised while patting – gently pat his chest.

“Ah, elo ngagetin me aja.”

Nadya grinned happily as if innocence had shocked her best friend.

“Sunday no news. Sinks where lo?”

“Gue just returned from the village of Bokap.”

“Tumben, elo not calling – calling me during in the village?”

“O yes, I forgot. Hp lo kan on the verge of collapse, because–gara kegep phonean same former lo who jerk it.”

“Hush! Don't talk about it like dong. However, he is my most beautiful ex.”

“Uekh! Ex-loveiest. Disgust I heard it.”

“Rese lo, Nad!”

Shortly thereafter. Aini got off her brother's motorcycle which drove her to the front of the gate. The roar of the motorbike of the handsome young man shifted Nadya's gaze. Until the girl is tempted to look

sound source.

“Eh, Chip. See tuh!” nadya shouted with her lips.

“Who?” Syifa follow look.

Oh gosh. That is  …

"Yes envelope .. the more days, the more handsome a guy. Make me even more cool."

Syifa immediately turned her face away. Covering half of his face with his hands. Trying to drag Nadya away from the scene.

“Elo why the hell, Pa? Pake Pull – Pull me all?” Nadya thrashed and managed to pull Syifa's hand.

Kontan Aini who tried to remove the helmet with the help of Zikra turned towards Nadya and Syifa. They gasped at Nadya's voice which was quite loud. Then they had a chance to talk before the young man finally passed away leaving Aini by the side of the road.

Aduuuh .. How is this? Easy – lase si Zikra not see me. Or don't recognize me. Easy – lase si Aini did not talk to him.

Nadya looked at Syifa in wonder. The girl felt something suspicious from the attitude of her best friend. Wrinkling forehead.

“Keep, why do you use to cover your face all that?”

“Neither papa.”

Syifa removed her face cover after feeling safe for her. He grunted in relief.

Aini stopped her steps right in front of Syifa and Nadya.

“Dasar tacky! Not clear and not good quality,” his lips with a cynical face.

“Ih. Who is ora danta! Come – come talk enggak clear juntrungannya.” reply Nadya fierce.

“Emang right, you two friends who are not qualified.”

“Eh, what's the mouth of vegetable centong?” Nadya furious. "long nyebelin really, want me to use chocolate sambel aja."

Suddenly Syifa dragged Nadya away from Aini, before an argument that led to bloodshed. Moreover, be aware that Pak Tumrin has noticed their behavior. If their quarrel is heard by BP's teacher. You can be sure this morning they will miss by cleaning the bathroom of the school that the number of bejibun.

Nadya tried to wriggle and wanted to grab Aini's hair. But Syifa's extra strong energy was able to defeat his desires. The girl did not dare to dwell as Syifa whispered in her ear about Mr. Tumrin watching them from a distance.

Aini sneered cynically. His dislike of Syifa was obvious. Especially after the girl officially became his sister's wife made more and more hate.

Then Syifa and Nadya decided to enter the class.

　

　

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