Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

A Student

The new year of learning has arrived. Syifa is entering university. Nadya greeted her arrival enthusiastically in front of the campus gates. A sense of pleasure that cannot be expressed they can study at the same university, but different faculties. For the first time they split up the class. After previously in SMP until SMA is always in the same class.

Syifa's college activities take up a lot of time. Until the household work that he always did well, slowly began to lie dormant. Dirty dishes that accumulate in the kitchen, clothes that have not been ironed, and food that should be available when Zikra comes home from work are almost no longer available on the dining table. Make the young man inevitably have to intervene to complete the work after working in the office.

There must be a lot of tolerance that Zikra must give Syifa. Remembering first he had experienced how many tasks a student. He snorted in relief after all the work he did was done.

Being a student as well as a wife is not easy. Especially girls who will turn nineteen like Syifa. So many temptations that make it a dilemma. While he is always surrounded by young millennials who are not bound by the ropes of marriage like him. Although Zikra never demanded anything, he had to be self-aware of who he was.

"Nad, elo happy what's not, we can go to college?" syifa asked during a break at the campus cafeteria.

"Seneng dong, let alone our senior-senior handsome," said Nadya excited.

"Senior we're not all boys, Nad. But there are girls too."

"Yes, I mean so too."

"Ah, elo copy-paste my talk."

Nadya chuckles.

"Gue thinks you're happy to go to college because you can add science."

"That includes. Because I still do not understand the same eyes of college, so I do not think very much."

"You don't understand, why don't you ask the lecturer?"

"Elo knows for myself, if I'm shy. How dare I ask."

"Shame to ask dibudurainin. Shame to ask astray in the street."

"Gue's not that kind of person. But, embarrassed to ask I didn't go for a walk."

Syifa snorted while shaking her head.

"Where is your relationship with Zikra?"

"Aman-aman. Nothing is strange."

"Hey, Pa. How does it feel to live with her? Keep going, your first night ..."

"Sst! Don't say it out loud" Syifa said half-whispered, "someone will know that I'm married."

"Just relax .. don't papa they know, elo not married because of MBA. Why put all the shame on."

Not long ago. Nadya's first classmate came with two other friends. They immediately joined. Nadya also introduced her friends to Syifa. They are Isti, Kirana, and Salsa.

"What are you talking about?" salsa asked curiously.

Syifa elbowed Nadya's arm.

"No, we're not talking about anything anymore, just a casual conversation," said Nadya.

"Hi .." said a student who suddenly approached them.

They looked at the source of the voice. Nadya was immediately stunned to see a handsome young man.

"Hi, sister," Kirana chimed.

The young man smiled kindly. His pair of beads on Syifa look adorable.

"Guys, know this is our senior," explained Kirana. "his name is Kak Panji."

"Don't call brother dong, I think I'm really old. I'm the same age you guys aren't too far away. One or two years at most. So call me Panji." the young man sat next to Nadya.

"Sir Panji, know them my friends one major. Except Syifa is different majors," Kirana said again.

Nadya blushed could be close to Panji. Without further ado he reached out to introduce himself.

"Hello, I'm Nadya."

"Pennants."

"Me, Salsa."

"Pennants."

"And I'm Isti."

"Panner." the young man glanced at Syifa. "kalo you?"

"Syifa," he said, did not extend his hand until he made Panji only hold the wind. The girl felt awkward when coming into contact with the opposite sex who was not her muhrim.

The young man smiled a little. He also started a conversation that was warmly welcomed by Nadya. It seemed like the girl had forgotten her feelings for Zikra. The young man who always made his heart flutter.

"Yes?"

"Yes. Public college yesterday."

"Sori. I don't remember. Understandably the students present are many, so I can not recognize one by one. Except for people I've known before," he said coldly.

The young man nodded while scratching the non-itchy end of his eyebrows.

Syifa is enjoying her new role as a student. He felt more free than ever. It is like the wind of heaven. The rule of Mother and Father that always binds his freedom, is no longer valid. Zikra never limits his steps. His free time after college is often spent hanging out with his college friends. He wants to learn to socialize. Having many friends and being able to enjoy the youth that is almost lost in his life.

It's dark. Dinner time has passed. He went straight into the room after being tired all day outside the house. Not yet had his feet stepped in, suddenly his steps heard the sound of reprimand.

"Is your college assignment too crowded? Until you get home this late?"

Syifa. Turn his body to the source of the sound. He was surprised to see Zikra standing in front of him. The hue of the young man's face was fierce while folding both his hands in front of his chest.

"Yes. Why?"

"Aren't you able to make time between college and homework?" his gaze was sharp as if ready to pierce through the heart of the girl before him. Removing the fold of his hand. "before you become a student, I first experienced being a student. I know very well all student activities on and off campus."

Syifa bowed silently. The girl could not answer her husband's questions.

"Where are you after you finish college? Just got home at this hour?" zikra Spray.

For the first time since living in one house, Zikra, whom he knew to be friendly, patient, and understanding, suddenly became angry with him.

"Why are you, usually you never say that to me?" said disappointed.

"I never forbid you to do anything. But this time you've gone too far."

"outrageous? What is outrageous? I'm not outrageous. I feel ordinary, you know!"

"What's? Not outrageous?" Zikra frowned.

Syifa shriveled in fear.

"A late college, abandoned homework. Even you forget to buy stock food and monthly shopping. That's what you don't think is too much?" Zikra said as he walked closer to Syifa. As Syifa approached, she would walk backwards until her back leaned against the wall. The young man's long arms stretched out against the wall. Make the girl can't move freely, "now you've changed."

Syifa just remembered the spending money given by Zikra the other day left a few tens of thousands. Because it has been used for shopping and snacks every time he went to hang out with his college friends.

"What do you say" Syifa said in a high voice. Raucously pushing that burly body away from him. Disappeared from the girl's obedience and resignation. "who are you? You are not my Father. There's no right for you to tell me this-it's like a maid."

"Hak? You're talking about rights?" zikra's red face extinguished restraining his anger.

"Yes. You have no rights over me" he said.

"good. I admit I'm not your parents. But I'm your husband. And I'm entitled to you, "the argument is fierce.

Syifa seemed lost in hearing Zikra.

"Now I will show you my rights." carried the woman violently.

Syifa thrashed and shouted asking to be released. But the man's stature had weakened his efforts. Zikra is like a madman. Throw Syifa into the bed. Then overstretch the girl's body while pulling and gripping her arms tightly. Until it can't wiggle.

"W-what do you want to do? Unhand me!" the girl's tears were breaking non-stop. Fear enveloped his heart. His heart beat very fast as if he wanted to escape from his place.

Zikra grinned with cruel eyes.

"Didn't you ask me to show you my rights?" tanyanya cold.

"Don't .. don't .." pinta Syifa lirih. Shaking his head. "please, don't do it ..."

"Why? You scared? Until I change my mind."

"Istigfar Zik .. remember, we can't do it" said Syifa.

Zikra was aware of his actions that had scared and hurt Syifa. His eyes no longer looked cruel.

"Also Syifa. Never hurt him. Remember Syifa is your sister's age, Aini. If you hurt Syifa, it's the same as you hurt Aini." Father said before leaving for Batam. Suddenly stained in his ear. And resuscitated.

"Sorry," said Zikra slowly. Releasing Syifa. He saw that the girl was still crying bitterly. Then dropped his body next to the wife who was secretly very dear to him.

Syifa's crying voice broke the silence of Zikra's bedroom room. Covering his face with both hands.

"I'm sorry" he said, hugging his wife tightly to quell his guilt. His eyes were wet watching Syifa's grief.

You idiot! You idiot! You idiot! What have I done? Why did I make her cry again? Stupidhead! Idiotical! In Zikra's heart he cursed himself.

　

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