Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Matchmaking

That afternoon Syifa had just returned from school using the services of an online motorcycle taxi that Mother ordered from home. He immediately entered the house after greeting.

In the living room you were talking to someone on the phone. Syifa did not ask or try to find out. But he was sure the person Mother was talking to was Dad.

“What's not too fast, Yah?” ask Mother riled. Biting her lower lip was strong.

Mother turned her head when she realized her daughter had come home, standing in front of her. Her phone call was delayed. Hand thrusting when Syifa wanted to kiss her hand. His pair of eyes stared at the gloomy look that emanated on his daughter's face.

“You just got home, baby?” tanyanya while stroking Syifa's head.

“Iya Mommy,” a thin smile and a wry face on Syifa's lips. Without saying much Syifa moved inside her room.

There is anxiety raging in the depths of Mother's heart. His gaze did not escape on the back of his eldest daughter who moved away leaving him.

"Hello, Bun ... mama is still there ..." the voice from across the street resuscitated her from the daydream.

"Yes, Dad ... Mother is still here." refocus on the conversation via phone.

Syifa removed the sling bag from her shoulder. Throw it on the bed just like that. His thin body felt weak like it was not powered thrown on the mattress. His face looked up at the ceiling of his room. His gaze was staring at the object dominated by white color. The shadow of the days that have been passed with Angga is like a video slide that rotates alternately there.

Sometimes Syifa smiled when she remembered the good memories with her. Suddenly her tears dropped without hesitation as those painful memories appeared in the eye pelukan. After being decided on love by Angga, the poor girl must face her father's wrath. Because I know his relationship with that guy.

Brak!

Syifa's favorite phone fell to the floor very hard. Father slammed him deliberately in front of his eyes after reading all the chat Angga sent. The girl was so scared. Dare not lift his face that was bowed in. Fortunately, the phone did not land on his face. Father clenched his hands tightly so that his emotions would not overflow. Especially until landing a punch on the cheek of his favorite daughter. The eyes of the thin-moustached man were red. For the first time he looked very angry. Because her daughter had broken her orders and hurt her trust.

Mother could not speak to quell her husband's anger. The woman just looked at her daughter worriedly. As a mother, her heart was deeply hurt to see her husband's anger towards her daughter. He felt so guilty for complaining about it.

"Well then. You should meet your soul mate next week. When it was necessary to speed up her engagement day." Father's voice trembled yet firmly.

Syifa did not answer. Just shut up like manakin. Not even breathing dared to make a sound.

"You don't try to avoid let alone escape. If you don't want to be the same fate as your phone on that floor." bluffing pointing towards the phone lying in the corner of the room.

Syifa silently glanced from the tail end of her eyes. His heart is very sad.

First love has run out. He left his heart deep. Now Syifa has to face the match. The ayu girl seemed to have no energy facing everything at the same time. But no choice can hide itself from reality.

Can Syifa still stand straight with her face raised after what she went through? Especially since breaking up from Angga, his school friends always reviled and insulted him . Resist the pain when Angga and Rima make out in public. Sometimes it comes to mind to change schools, avoid pressure and look for a new atmosphere. But he was sure his desire would be rejected outright by Father and Mother. Even though he could use a thousand reasons to be granted. Of course without bringing up the problem of his candid love story with Angga. If you still want to survive.

“Elo should be strong,Pa. Elo can not be snooped in front of the sneak,” said Nadya cheering. He is the only friend who is always there in times of joy and sorrow like today.

Syifa grunted heavily. He only realized the reason behind Dad's ban that always limited his association. Apparently secretly Dad had arranged for her when she was young.

Why should there be an arranged marriage in an era that he said was already a milleniai? This is not the time of Siti Nurbaya. I just want to be happy in a beautiful teenage life without any burden. I'm not Siti Nurbaya. Because now it's not the story of Nurbaya.

Drreeve! Drreeve! Syifa's phone vibrated. Then took his phone from the bag. There is a notification on the screen of his phone that is coated with fiber glass is severely cracked. Because I slammed Dad the other day. Fortunately the phone is resilient so it is not until the machine is damaged.

Message from the class group. Syifa refused to open it. Then he just put his phone on the bed.

After finishing the bath and changing clothes, he left the living room. Turn on television. Watching the tv show that Ade, his younger brother used to watch. Kids cartoon movies. Wishing to comfort his sorrowful heart. But still can't help.

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At night in the dining room. Father discussed Syifa's arranged marriage plan with a young man named Zikra, a final-level student. Mother responded enthusiastically. Syifa was cold. His hard-earned appetite is reconciled so that the food on his plate can be exhausted immediately. He no longer wants to hear his plans anymore. He wanted to go in and lock himself in.

"About when are their engagement plans, Dad?" ask Mommy wants to know.

Syifa's face immediately turned wry.

Mother ... why ask that? Make the mood disappear.

"The plan is, after Teteh finishes the national exam. His marriage if Teteh already received a High School diploma," explained Dad.

Syifa suddenly coughed as she choked on the food she was chewing. The rush to reach a glass filled with white water. Then he cut it to half.

"Pelan-gelan dong, Tea, if you eat do not need to rush. Choking deh, so," added Mother rubbed the back of her eldest daughter.

Syifa just smiled a little. Nodding head.

"Steh wants to be a bride, huh, Dad?" plain babble Ade.

Dad smiled broadly in response to the babbling of his youngest son. Brushed her hair softly.

Oh God. Why is the way of life like this? Lying to her own boyfriend. Now the match is like Siti Nurbaya aja. OMG! It's millennial now, but why do I feel like I live in colonial times? Syifa snorted softly and heavily. Sipped water again in the same glass until it runs out.

Syifa went straight into her room after she finished helping you wash the dishes. Sitting leaning on the head of the bed with a pillow on his back, it was fun.

Touch screen phones that should have been serviced or glued blue, eyebrows thrown in new ones. It still maintains it very well. Not because it is a pity to spend money. But it doesn't have money. Ever since both his parents knew about his relationship with Angga, half of his monthly allowance was cut by Mommy as the punishment he received. Until he is often confused when suddenly there is a group task that requires him to spend some money. Even for snacks every day at school, he must be smart to arrange it so as not to run out of pocket money.

His eyes were still staring at the cracked screen of his phone. The picture of Angga's face is on his phone. His love for the young man still did not fade from his heart. Until he experienced how difficult it was to erase memories with his ex. Especially if the ex-day appears in plain sight.

Huhhhh! Scrap together! Want to reverse, but already rejected before acting. Uhhh! Suicide is felt but afraid to die. Coupled with the carefree indulgence in public. Uhuhh! I want to kill her boyfriend but I'm scared in jail. Syifa hurriedly shook her head while ruffling her own hair.

Syifa turned off her phone. Then put it on the table beside his bed. And turn off the lights in his room. He immediately laid down his body and fell asleep in sleep.

Syifa now seems to be trying to accept the reality, the reason why her relationship with Angga is a factor both parents do not want to approve. In addition, the fact about Angga who has never loved seriously, because the man who can not be denied his good looks has chosen another woman. While he was only made into a toy, the comforting bastard shameless man was when he was sad.

Now there was no reason for Syifa to reject her betrothal to a young man she had not known at all. It was as if he did not have the strength to resist that matchmaking as usual. The pretexts he often echoed were now silent without sound. He does not want to beat the drums of war again on Father and Mother. He wants to make peace. Don't want to make Dad angry like yesterday. He also did not want to see Mother crying, like when Syifa almost hit Dad. Mother begged with tears to ask for Father's forgiveness.

Mother once told me that Syifa and the young man were very familiar. The age of four years made the boy very fond of Syifa. He had a younger sister who was the same age as Syifa. The little girl was often envious of Syifa. So impressed to feel Syifa has taken the affection of her brother from her. But I don't know. He can't remember.

　

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