Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Slander

It was already dark when Zikra arrived home. After putting his motorcycle in the living room, because it does not have a garage. Then locking the door, he went to his room.

The house, which was occupied five months ago, was bought by his father for Zikra. His birthday present was a year ago. For Zikra's parents, a successful businessman, money was worth nothing for the happiness of his eldest son. Just buy a minimalist size house that is now his. If Zikra asks for a luxury home, his father will grant it.

Being used to living alone in silence was not strange to him. Although sometimes he also experienced saturation, there were no friends he could invite to exchange ideas. At such a time he would go home to his parents. Or he would invite Bonang and Rifa'i to stay over.

Zikra was astonished to see the hood of saji lying on the dining table. Usually if it is like that, there is food in it. But for today he has not made any cooking. Then open the hood to make sure. Turns right. There are already several dishes that are ready to be eaten.

Zikra was shocked when she heard the sound of the door closing. Suddenly he felt suspicious, a stranger entered his house. He looked at the source of the voice. Saw Syifa come out of her room. It immediately dawned on him, that from this moment on he did not live alone anymore. But there is a girl who will give a new color to her life. A soft snort blew from his mouth.

"Have you come home?" syifa's reprimands are a little clumsy.

"Yes" said Zikra, looking stiff.

A young couple who for the first time lived on the same roof, made both of them feel a little strange and groggy. Their eyes stared at each other. Somewhat for a long time they just stared at each other.

"So I mean I'm cooking dinner" Syifa added stammering the ice between them. Walk close to Zikra. "but, don't know what's good. I can't cook."

"Oh, i-iya," Zikra looked nervous. Pull up a chair and sit down. "thank you. Sit down, let's have dinner together" he exclaimed.

Syifa nodded her head. Pull the chair across from him and sit down. Unsolicited the girl serves the young man who has officially become her husband, by spooning rice.

Zikra smile. He was finally not alone anymore. There is Syifa who will fill the emptiness of his heart.

"How's it feel?" syifa asked curiously while watching Zikra eat.

Zikra did not answer. Still chewing and taste the cuisine made by Syifa.

Syifa gulped, a hue of worry clearly visible on her face.

"Definitely not good, huh?" his question again murmured frowning.

Zikra gulped down water, as if his throat was hard to swallow the food Syifa cooked.

"How are you so tense?" reprimand Zikra with a charming smile.

"Sori, I admit I can't cook. Yes, you do not need to eat if it is not delicious. Just vomit, later you can be poisoned you know," he said not feeling good.

Zikra chuckled at the tension on his wife's face.

"Possibly poisoning. You don't have to be tense. How delicious is your cooking, just ..."

"What's free?" Syifa looked impatiently waiting for Zikra's reply.

"There is only less salt, but there is also an excess of salt," said Zikra chuckling.

"I feel like a nano-nano dong. Anyeb-anyeb salty."

"No papa, stay good." Zikra ate it back.

They smile together.

After finishing dinner, Zikra helped Syifa wash the dishes while chatting all the activities of the day.

"Yes, this morning there were two women coming here" Syifa said.

"Who?"

Syifa shrugged both of her shoulders. As if saying I don't know.

"So, why did they come here?"

"He said he wanted to find mas gan, but I said, there's no one here called mas gan."

Zikra chuckled small.

"Rani and her mother, right?" zikra asked trying to guess.

"Maybe. You know, when I asked them who, uh, was asking who I was. Pake says I'm the maid of all, again," said Syifa, remembering the incident. "i told you, I'm the resident of this house."

"Keep, you say you're my wife" Zikra said quickly.

The hue of Syifa's face flushed. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. It also became a mistake. In a hurry he took the cake from the refrigerator to cover his groin.

"Where might I say that. Yes ... no," he said.

"Why?"

Syifa was really made to pound with the meaningful glare of Zikra's eyes.

"Yes ... no papa," he answered, scratching his non-itchy head. Put the cake box on the table. "somehow they might believe I'm your wife, not yet anything I've said maid," he murmured.

"What's this?"

"Cake."

"Yes, I know it's a cake. I'm not talking about a grenade" said Zikra Rada sewot.

Syifa was shocked to hear her husband's words. Apparently behind his casual attitude there is also a side that makes him surprised.

"What did you ask? Yes, I answer this cake," Syifa ignited emotions. "what the hell you are, so if the consistent dong."

"Stupid cooking. I'm going to go to the room. I'm so lazy to argue with you."

Zikra grabbed Syifa's arm. Until the girl left him alone.

"Sorry" he said regretfully.

Syifa turned her head to look at his arm that had been tightly grasped by Zikra. He was surprised and stunned.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude to you." Zikra let go of his grasp.

Syifa simply pulled a line of smiles on her lips while holding the arm that Zikra had touched. Apparently the swirling appeared again.

Zikra pulled out a chair for Syifa, asking her to sit down to take her to enjoy a cake from her neighbor. He pulled another chair for her to sit on anyway. Without hesitation Syifa accepted Zikra's invitation. The two enjoy the cake together while building intimacy with each other by chatting.

"I'm sorry, for now I can't accept my status as a wife" Syifa said.

"No papa. I can understand. I thought the same as you, too" said the young man with a friendly smile. "although we can't have a husband-wife relationship yet, but we can be friends, right?"

Syifa smiled bitterly.

"Of course, our relationship won't last long. My parents will be here in three months. And that's when all our relationships have to end. We're going back to each other's lives, aren't we?"

Zikra put the remaining uneaten cake on the plate. His smile looks bitter.

"Yes. You're right."

The night is getting late. They passed together in their own rooms. Syifa fell asleep immediately in a dream. But not with Zikra still awake on his bed. Folding both arms behind the head that is used as a pillow to sleep. His eyes stared at the ceiling of his room. After hearing the expression of Syifa who would leave him. A sense of uneasiness accompanied by sadness suddenly came to whack his heart. The shadow as a child that he had passed with Syifa, danced like an alternating rotating infocus slide.

What's the matter? Why do I remember those days?

Zikra grunted fretfully.

*

Almost one Sunday Syifa lived and became a resident in the house of Zikra. Like a married woman, the girl takes care of the house well.she also tries to take care of everything that makes Zikra comfortable. Except for the bedroom related matters. They both slept in different rooms.

Every day Zikra left for work from morning and came home almost night. Not many know if the handsome and intelligent young man is a child of a famous successful businessman. And worthy of being crown prince. If he wants to work for his papa company. So it does not need to spend a lot of energy in order to occupy one of the influential positions. But he didn't take advantage of the opportunity. He prefers to work in the company of others leaving behind the big names of his parents. Trouble finding a job here and there. Until finally there is a company that wants to do it.

Either only Syifa's feelings or it's true. Suddenly he felt someone watching. The cynical views of the neighbors he felt. Could it be that Syifa had sin or trouble for them. Until they behave like that.

One afternoon on Saturday. Syifa had just finished her bath and was fully dressed. Suddenly there was a very loud knocking on the door with the sound of yelling and other rowdy sounds.

"Let's get out!"

"Hurry out!"

The girl snorted in annoyance having disturbed her calmness. In his heart he wanted to berate the person so as not to repeat it again. The door was opened. How surprised he saw so many citizens consisting of mothers and fathers came as if to rush him.

"This is it!" exclaimed one of the thin mustachioed men who stood at the front.

"Well, he's the one." said another.

"Take a drag." cetus others again while holding a machete.

Syifa was shocked. He took one step back. Sipped his saliva to wet his throat that felt dry. His eyes were staring at so many people with a loud voice. Highlight their eyes sharp, as if they were threatening and ready to pounce, making the entire body of the young girl shiver in fear. The kontan he shouted.

"Zjp ... Fazza ..."

Zikra is still in the bathroom. Just taking off his shirt wearing only color pants, hurriedly came out to see what was going on in front.

Suddenly everyone was hysterical at the appearance of Zikra who was bare-chested. The young man was hysterical.  Covering his body with both hands.

They all accuse Syifa and Zikra of committing perverted acts without the bondage of marriage. Zikra and Syifa did not remain silent. Both want to explain. But they did not give an opportunity to explain. They were all determined to parade the young couple around the complex.

For the complaint of a citizen about the crowd that occurred Mr. Rt came to Zikra's house. The middle-aged man instantly acted as a judge to mediate the commotion that was occurring.

In a living room that is not too big. Mr. RT, Zikra and Syifa, as well as several residents sat together. The others sit on the porch.

Mr. RT requested a report from each of the relevant parties. Especially from the residents who have satronized Zikra's house. From the testimony of the citizens, it was discovered that Astuti's mother, the woman who had come to Zikra's house the other day with her daughter, had given information to the residents. He said Zikra lived with a girl with no marriage ties.

Information that becomes slander. Although it is true Syifa lived at home with Zikra. But the two did not gather kebo like rumors circulating.

Syifa was crying in Zikra's arms. He was so scared.

Finally, Mr. RT gave an explanation to all the people present. Zikra and Syifa lived together. Both are officially married religiously.

The faces of all the citizens looked bright red withstanding embarrassment. They immediately apologized to Syifa and Zikra had raided their homes because they were consumed by information that was not clear.

The tension ends peacefully with mutual forgiveness.

"Dek Syifa, sorry Auntie yes," said Astuti's mother bowed embarrassed. "Tante doesn't want to spread hoax news. If Dek Syifa spoke frankly at that time, surely Auntie did not misunderstand me like this, right?" he continued to defend himself. Hugging Syifa's thin body.

This Auntie, what does that mean. Just wash your hands.

Syifa smiled wryly.

Zikra breathed a sigh of relief.

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