Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

One Roof

The tears of Syifa fell like rain falling from the sky. All the clothes and items needed by Father, Mother, and Ade had been packed neatly in the suitcase.

The girl stared at the nanar one by one members of her small family. Soon he will lose his warmth with them. Only memories are left with him. Eyes that are always glistening now seem to dry up. He wasn't sure the shattered fragments of his heart were taking them off tomorrow.

O Allah, if this farewell is best for the servant. Make the heart of the servant a rock in the middle of the sea.

Seconds by seconds ticking off for sure. Sooner or later the time will come. No choice, or bargain anymore. Syifa tried to accept Dad's decision.

"Dad promised, after three months Father, Mother and Ade will come to pick us up. Then we'll all live like we used to" Dad said after dinner.

"Really?"

"certainly certainly. That's why you should be fine living with Nak Zikra. Keep studying hard. Because I have asked Nak Zikra for help to find a good campus for you. Let me transfer your tuition fees every month," he assures. The man's smile was wide. Yet it holds a million misery.

Syifa's eyes sparkled at Father's words. Like a wind blowing in the heat.

Mother smiled bitterly. He rubbed his daughter's back. Then hugged her warm.

Tonight is their last night together as a whole family. If time could be replayed, then choosing which moment to want would have never happened. And all the people on this earth will not experience sadness as Syifa feels today.

All the suitcases have gone into the trunk of Zikra's car. Including Syifa's suitcase. Because after dropping off Father, Mother and Ade to the airport, the girl will stay under one roof with him.

Zikra sat in the steering chair. I sat next to Zikra. Syifa, Mommy and Ade are in the back seat.

The car also went to the destination. Syifa held tightly to Mother's fingers and Ade seemed unwilling to let go.

"Steh, why the hell use everything, we really want to cross?" seloroh Ade invited laughter all the passengers of the black sedan car.

Syifa kissed Ade a few times. Until his younger brother was upset while removing his former kisses repeatedly.

Syifa tears again spilled accompanied the departure of both her parents and her only sister.

"How come you're not coming?" ask Ade plain. Shortly before they separated.

"For a while Teteh didn't come, De. Later we come back again to pick up Teteh here," said Mother gave understanding.

Zikra hugged Syifa's shoulder. Letting his clothes get wet by the tears of his wife who came down so hard.

It was almost dark when the car Zikra was driving arrived at his house. The young man opened the car door for Syifa. Bring the suitcase inside.

Syifa got off the car seat. His eyes immediately stared at the not-so-large first-floor building before him. Looks like the house was not occupied by Zikra for long.

Furniture that is not complete. The first thing to be seen in the house is the dining table near the kitchen. While in the living room there is only a carpet that stretches to cover almost all ceramic tiles.

"Are we the only two living in this house?" ask Syifa flat.

"Yes." Yeah."

Syifa surprised. He turned his eyes to the two doors of the room next to each other.

"But you don't worry. Even if we live under one roof, we will not sleep in the same room. I'll sleep in this room" Zikra argued. Designating one room that is located at the front. "you sleep in the other room." pointing to the other room.

Zikra made dinner for himself and Syifa. Although not a special food, but quite delicious filling an empty stomach.

Since arriving at Zikra's house, Syifa locked herself in a room. He was silent in silence. He rests his waist on the head of the bed. His gaze was straight forward and empty. Her tears had dried up in the wind.

All the food that Zikra had cooked had been served on the table. He also took a shower and changed his clothes. Just waiting for Syifa to come out of her room. At eight o'clock Syifa still did not come out of her room.

"Syifa .." Zikra's voice called out from behind Syifa's room door, after a knock on the door.

Syifa did not flinch. Still in his silence. Alone in the dark.

"Syifa, Syifa ... You are inside right? We have dinner yuk. You haven't eaten in almost all day. Come on, get out. We eat together" she exclaimed. "okay. I'm waiting at the dinner table, yes" he continued after there was no answer from inside.

"Syifa, if you are hungry and want to eat, you go to the kitchen. Rice is in the magic com, all the side dishes are in the kitchen cabinet," he said again after finishing dinner standing in front of the girl's room door.

Syifa woke up from her sleep after her face was exposed to the sunlight that emerged from behind the window curtain. His right hand was blocking from the glare. The sound of the neighboring chicken crow sounded earthy. He got up from his bed. Raising both his hands into the air while wriggling his body. After that, get out of his room.

No one could find him in the house. He went straight to the kitchen. Take a drink. There was a piece of paper taped to the front door of the refrigerator. Syifa took it and read it.

Syifa, syifa,

When you wake up from sleep. I've already left for work. If you want breakfast. There's fried rice on the dining table. Or if you want to eat bread, also on the table. You can take it in the refrigerator. I might be home a little late. You can cook your own food. All the ingredients you can take in the refrigerator. Or maybe, you want to make more practical food, I've prepared instant noodles in the kitchen cabinet.

Zikras.

Syifa sat in the dining chair. Put the water on the table. Then open the service hood that is on the table. He saw all the food that Zikra had mentioned in his memo. Grunting quietly while looking at everything there is.

Is this all a gift or even a disaster. Everything is so sad and confusing. It is like a gray color between black and white.

Syifa washes dishes after she finishes breakfast. After that he saw a pile of dirty clothes in the tub near the washing machine. Then wash it with a machine.

"Girls should be able to take care of the house. Because if you can't, how can you take care of your husband," said Mother often Syifa reluctant to help him. "come on, quickly wash all dirty dishes, do not forget to put dirty clothes into the washing machine."

Everything that Mother had taught now she practiced. Today is the first day of life without a mother. He should be able to do what he has been taught. Sweep the floor, not forgetting to mop it. After finishing, he moved into the bathroom.

The sound of knocking on the door disturbed his calm. He opened it and saw who was coming.

A fat mother wearing a negligee was standing at her doorstep. Carrying a box of sponge cake accompanied by a beautiful girl who was two or three years older than Syifa.

They were shocked when the person who opened the door was not Zikra. His smile that had been tuned as sweet as possible suddenly disappeared. Especially looking at the appearance of Syifa who had just finished bathing, with a small towel still hanging over her head to dry her wet hair. Enough to make them frown while swallowing saliva. Then look at each other with astonished looks.

"Who are you?" ask the mother.

"Yes. Where is Mas gan? How can you be at Mas gan's house?" timpal the girl next to him.

"Huh?! Gan ma'am? Sorry, there is no one here whose name is Mas gan, Ma'am, but Mas Zikra," said Syifa plain. "lagian Auntie sama mbak this who the hell?"

"You must be the new guy in this house, huh?" look at the mother curious.

"Yes. Just yesterday" replied Syifa briefly.

"Oh. Slum."

"You must be mas gan's new maid, huh?" ask the girl cynically.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a maid."

The two people looked very shocked.

"But, you could say I'm the host of this."

"Hahhh!!" the mouths of the two women were wide open.

"Sorry, if nothing else is said, better Aunt and can not return, because I want to rest," said Syifa.

"LUSTY!"

After leaving the cake box, the two women finally left. They seemed annoyed by Syifa's attitude, which they thought was disrespectful.

Syifa went inside. Put the cake box in the refrigerator.

All the housework is done. Syifa went into her room.

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