Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

He Who Came From the Past (Part 1)

"I love you, Panji!" the sentence continued to ring in Zikra's ear. The roar of the sound of his motorbike speeding was unable to defeat him. That voice kept repeating itself and was very sickening. He was so beaten that he left wounds and pain in his heart. His chest felt tight considering the incident earlier. Now he just found out, behind Syifa's innocent attitude save a thousand rottenness. The shadow of Syifa who always wanted to end their marriage relationship, danced in her memory. Adding to the inner wounds he was suffering from

Is this the reason you can't accept me, for the sake of choosing him? You are evil Syifa ..what is my fault that you have hurt my heart?

Zikra stopped the speed of the motor. As much as the energy of shouting released his soul emotions. His voice broke the silence of the night.

“Aaaaa ..”

Syifa cried after Nadya refused to explain everything that happened. He has been very angry

to him. He did not heed his request. Now it seems there is no longer a gap for him to be able to improve the good relationship that has been established for many years.

“Pa, I think I fell in love deh,”, Nadya said during a break together in the campus cafeteria one afternoon.

“Fall in love?” Syifa frowned. “sama who? Don't tell me you're in love with Zikra again. He's my husband

now,” he continued furious.

“Quiet. Now Bang Zikra for me is just the past. There are still plenty of fish in the sea. Why I'm tired of being a actor,” says Nadya lightly.

“Terus, who are you in love with?” ask Syifa curiously.

“Sama Panji,” replied Nadya blushed shyly.

“I love you, Panji!” suddenly the sentence burrowed in his ear, ruining his sweet memories with Nadya. It

crying out.

Syifa immediately wiped her tears before entering the house. Greetings when entering the house. Trying to smile even though it is difficult. But was that smile capable of removing the wound in Zikra's heart? He was sure that the young man must have been very injured seeing the incident at the cafe earlier.

Zikra had already changed her clothes preparing to go to sleep. Before going to bed, he would fill the water in

drinking bottles in the kitchen. He answered the greeting of Syifa in his heart. At first glance he glanced at the arrival of Syifa. The girl's eyes looked as if she was crying. His mouth was locked, his tongue was clenched. Makes him not have

a passion for asking questions or just saying hello.

Syifa saw Zikra in the kitchen. He moved straight closer to her. Zikra hurried away when

the girl started to approach. Walking past him as if not seeing his presence.

“Zikra, wait!” exclaim Syifa fast. Rotating body.

The Zikra Kontan stopped. Not turning the body just turning back. He didn't want to see the face of that woman

he betrayed her blatantly.

“What's up? Say quick. I'm already sleepy want to sleep immediately,” sahutnya cold.

“I ... I ..”

“Kalo there is nothing important, you should not talk about it now. There's still tomorrow,” and then go into the room. Close the door tightly.

“But, Zik,” Syifa knocked on her husband's room door several times. “I want to explain the incident in the cafe earlier. Zik, mannequin,

Zikra ..” knocks on the door again. “swear by Allah, I'm the same Panji with nothing to do. I was just playing a game, and really, I had no intention of .. Zik .. Zik .. Zik .. Zikra ...,” No answer. Syifa leaned her body against the door of Zikra's room while rubbing it several times. “maaf .. forgive me. I do not mean to make you hurt. Sorry ...,” he said. Go inside his room.

Zikra moved towards her bed, having previously stood behind the door of her room clasping

close the drinking bottle. Sitting on a bed rests his back on the head of the bed. Her pair of beautiful eyes stared blankly at the wall of the room that was as straight as her. His heart ached and pain left an inner wound, which went somewhere he wanted to find the antidote. He sighed to loosen the two

his chest cavity that felt narrow squeezed by love that clapped one hand.

Syifa sat on the floor leaning on the edge of her bed. He was crying sobbing. It is frustrating and sad

he lost the trust of those he loved so much.

A long night passed with the grief of the hearts of a couple who were afraid of loss. Ironically they don't

dare to face the love of those who have bloomed. Difficult to cover up the truth of the heart to not acknowledge each other's feelings. Without them realizing it is now lost in the labyrinth of the garden of love.

*

Before dawn Syifa was awake. Cooking food for breakfast. There was a glimmer of despair motivating him. Smile also expands to welcome the presence of Zikra at the dining table. The young man was dressed

neat ready to go to work. Before leaving, Zikra would eat whatever Syifa was cooking. But not today, Zikra simply sipped the water he poured himself into the glass, without touching the food his wife had prepared. Even the lunchbox was deliberately left on the table.

Syifa was deeply saddened to see his passing. In a hurry he chased after the young man to hand over the lunchbox he had prepared for him. But his motorcycle had sped far away from their home. Syifa did not feel tears falling on her cheeks. Then it fell on top of the lid of the dining box he was holding.

“Maybe he forgot,” he said softly comforting himself. “or maybe it should be like this, so that at that time

arrived, no more injuries left.” Wiping her tears.

As usual Syifa crossed out the date she had passed every day. This habit has been practiced frequently since

first time with Zikra. Twenty-five days left. His father will come to pick him up. He grunted slowly. Glanced at his black pocket.

“Live so soon?” grunts staring at one sheet of currency fifty thousand. “ya already, stop by the ATM deh

before going to college. I haven't taken any money last month. Appreciable. Especially if the rations this month have also been transferred. Delicious double my pocket money,” he said cheerfully.

Syifa was surprised when her ATM balance had not increased, after being checked at an ATM near the mini market. He took a long breath.

“Yeah, how do I want to continue living this way?” lamented sad. Leaning his pockets

limp on the glass wall of the narrow ATM room. “let alone the money shopping yesterday already kepake with me. I promise to replace it quickly. If this is the case, how can I explain the same Zikra. Where she still mad at me again.”

He took his phone from the bag. After that look for one contact name from the list of existing names. Then

contacted him. But the contact number he was calling was not active.

“What is this? why isn't the number active like this?” tanyanya herself while ending her connection.

Upon arrival at the Syifa campus moved into his class. Sitting in the third-most middle seat. His mind floated around looking for a way out so he wouldn't run out of money. And there is no need to ask Zikra for money.

As a husband Zikra was obliged to give a living to his wife, Syifa,

he always gave most of his monthly income to Syifa. But the girl's sense of prestige was too high. He often refused the money given to Zikra. In the end, they accept and use it.

At times like this usually Syifa always share it with Nadya. But since the events at the cafe the other day, Nadya always showed her cold attitude to Syifa.

The banner accidentally entered Syifa's class. Sitting close to the girl. But he immediately left

Syifa came down from the angkot in front of the alley to her house. After that he walked on foot until he arrived at his house. On the way, he saw a beautiful girl. Her hair was beautifully wavy in dark brown color. His body is ideal height. Smooth white skin signifies he often do the treatment. Not far from the red car. The girl was looking for someone's home address.

“Neng Syifa,” exclaimed Bang Ari, a retail gasoline seller, shaking hands asking the girl to come closer.

Syifa turned her head, moving closer to him.

“What's up, Bang?” ask Syifa curiously.

“Try to see!” he handed me a piece of paper with the address of someone's house.

Syifa immediately responded to the paper.

“Lho, this is my home address, Bang,” he said surprised. “kok brother ..”

“Do not misunderstand first,” serge Bang Ari fast. “ini nih, Eneng again find the address of the person whose name is Fatir. Brother already said that the address of this house has the name Mas Gan same Neng Syifa. Notwithstanding

there is a name Fatir in this complex,” he continued explaining.

The girl, one hundred and seventy-one centimetres tall, stood face to face with Syifa. Smiles

looks stunning with flat and white teeth. The scent of her perfume was as fragrant as it entered and pierced into Syifa's nasal cavity.

“Sorry, introduce my name Ayuniatara,” the girl reached out to invite Syifa to get acquainted. “call aja Ayu.”

“Syifa,” welcome the girl's hospitality.

“I've been around looking for this address, but just met now. But unfortunately, the owner is not Fatir.”

“Fatir?”

“Iya. She's my girlfriend, but it was when we were both still living in Surabaya,” the girl smiled bitterly. “call me again vacation, so, I took the time to meet her.”

“Oh.” Syifa nodded her head.

After a moment of nostalgic chatter, the two girls finally parted ways. Ayu chose

back home in his fancy sedan car. Syifa stepped forward towards her home.

In front of the house, he was greeted warmly by Dio. The neighbor's son in front of his house. The boy's age was the same as Ade's. Therefore, often stricken with longing for his youngest brother, the presence of Dio a little more able to treat his longing.

Not long after, Mama Dio came to pick the boy home. Seeing his mother's arrival, Dio immediately hid behind Syifa. Then his mother managed to hold Dio, after being satisfied playing with the cats. The sound of laughter broke out, comforting Syifa's beautiful heart.

Before returning home, Mama Dio had told Syifa about a young woman. He was looking for the home address of a young man named 'Fatir'. The girl responded, and told little of her meeting with the young woman in the middle of the road.

*

Dinner was finished Syifa prepared on the dining table.

"Stay waiting for him to come home" he muttered with a happy smile.

A few minutes later. Zikra's home. Keep your motorcycle in the living room. Because it does not have a special garage.

"You just got home?" syifa welcomed the arrival of the young man.

Her eyes turned to the source of the voice.

"Hm."

"Let me help you" Syifa said, offering help as she thrust her hand.

"No need" she said coldly. Then he went into his room.

Syifa was silent withstanding the bitterness. Her smile expanded as Zikra entered the kitchen.

"Would you like to eat?"

"I ate at the restaurant with my office friends" he replied coldly. Take the glass from inside the dish rack. Pouring water in it. Then sip it until it runs out.

Syifa grunted softly. He watched the young man from the tail of his eyes.

Is he still angry?

"Zik, man,"

Zikra's steps stopped hearing the girl's voice calling out to him. He didn't answer. Just standing around waiting for Syifa to speak.

"Last afternoon there was a beautiful woman looking for our home address."

"Who?"

"The name is Ma'am Ayu ... Ayuniatara."

Zikra grew shocked to hear the name called. A name that has long been lost to his memory.

"Tara!" mumbling slowly.

"You know nothing? He said he wanted to find a guy who had been his girlfriend before."

"What's his name?"

"Fateurs."

Zikra was shocked.

"Do you know that guy?"

Zikra did not answer. He chose to go into his room.

Syifa was stunned to see Zikra's suddenly strange demeanor, after hearing the names she called just now. He just grunted slowly.

Fatir, who is he? Could it be you, Zik?

　

　

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