Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

He Who Comes From the Past (Part 2)

Zikra sat on his bed. Remembering the face that had long been lost in his sight. She was a beautiful girl who had once filled the recesses of her heart. Ayuniatara, but he often called her Tara.

Six years ago.

At that time, Ayuniatara was a popular XII class student at one of the famous High School in Surabaya. Besides being beautiful, kind, and have good achievements in school. While Zikra was a student of class XI, a transfer student from a school in another area. Since sitting in Junior High, Zikra has always moved schools. Because he followed his father

often transferred to be assigned to lead the company in various regions on the island of Java.

Zikra's expertise in basketball made him trusted to strengthen the basketball team at his school. Performance for the sake of his carved performance beautifully perfected the name of his school. The name of the handsome young man also became popular in school. Ayuniatara wanted to get to know her more closely.

It did not take long for the girl who was familiarly called Ayu to be close to Zikra. The young man was often cold to her. But Ayu is not a typical girl who gives up easily. He always looked for an opportunity to approach her. Although looks aggressive and a little possessive is not a problem for him. As long as he can conquer Zikra. Because of the handsome young man's attitude which tends to be very cold and stiff, Ayu gave her the nickname Mr. Frozen.

Several months managed to establish a closeness between Zikra and Ayu. Then the two agreed to change their nicknames, only the two of them knew and could call by that name. From then on, Ayuniatara called Zikra Fatir. Zikra called her Tara.

One day Papa saw Zikra with Ayuniatara on a date at one of the malls. Zikra who also realized the existence of Papa with his mother in the same place. She unceasingly introduced the beautiful girl to them. Both of his parents welcomed him warmly.

“See you tomorrow at school,” Ayu said as she waved her hand. After getting off the Zikra motorcycle.

“Iya.” Her mouth was short with a happy smile. Then darted away from the face of the girl who had just one month officially become his girlfriend.

Upon arrival at Zikra's house, she was greeted by her suitcases in the living room. He was shocked when his father decided to move his school again to another area.

“Why the hell Pa, I have to move now? Why not wait until I graduate high school? To be honest

I have to keep moving schools. To the extent that I don't have any close friends that I can share with?” sugat Zikra's.

“Sorry, Papa can't wait.”

“Why Pa?”

Mama Zikra wanted to say something, but was immediately prevented by Papa by raising only one hand. Mama understood Papa's orders.

“Papa did not want everything late,” said the tall and burly man.

“Everything late?” zikra repeated as he scrunched his forehead.

Papa immediately gave an explanation to his eldest son. The young man had grown into a more mature figure than his age. Diplomatic, logical, and realistic explanations. Zikra wanted to understand. He easily complied with his father's wishes. Leaving a new love story as a prologue

in a fiction book.

The sound of knocking on the door awakened Zikra from her daydream.

“Zikra, have you slept?” ask Syifa from behind the door of Zikra's room. He snorted softly when there was no answer from inside. “kanya he had already slept. We recommend that tomorrow just be weaned,” murmur as he looked at the pile of clothes that have been ironed. The girl turned her body about to put the clothes on

the ironing place is back.

“What's up?” reprimanded Zikra coldly standing in the doorway.

Syifa turned her body back. Pile of clothes to Zikra.

“I just want to give this,” he said with his typical smile. “it's neat all, ready to use.”

Zikra stood staring at the girl coldly.

Syifa site was wrongly stared at Zikra like that. His right hand was busy scratching his non-itchy nape. But the look in those eyes did not change in the least. It made his chest pound.

“Yes already that way, I want to go to the kitchen first,” his thumb pointed without turning his head. Twisting his body suddenly moves stiff like a robot. “ weird, why is he so? Make me so scared,” murmured slowly. He went to the kitchen while occasionally looking back, making sure Zikra had entered his room or not.

He breathed a sigh of relief after Zikra's room door was tightly closed. “huhh.

Mama Dio helped Syifa cook the food. I don't know why her mother-in-law suddenly invited her to come. To create a good image in front of the mother-in-law, Mama Dio suggested the girl carry a hand.

But Syifa's finances are in a critical stage. Because he has not received any money from his parents. Therefore, the woman who has been considered as her birth mother, offers services.

Syifa initially refused, worried about distressing Mama Dio and her family. And indeed in reality Syifa always troubled the woman. Like a mother who loves her married daughter, Mama Dio counsels and expresses her feelings for Syifa. Finally some of the food menu has been cooked, and is ready to be packed using a bushel.

Nervousness makes Syifa attacked by worry and not confident. For the first time he set foot in the house of Zikra's parents. Magnificent and luxurious building. The large and sturdy high gate made Syifa swallow.

Geez, the house is so big. Aini often humbles me at school.

He stared at the challenge he brought. Looks like his luggage doesn't deserve to be in that big house. But she had to appreciate her own hard work, and Mama Dio who had been willing to help prepare everything. Syifa grunted fretfully.

The mother-in-law welcomed Syifa's cold arrival. The girl was aware of her position that was not equal to that of the woman. However, he is a daughter-in-law who must be appreciated, whatever the reason. Sudden heartache erupted in his heart, when the food he brought was not responded to by his mother-in-law. He told her to put it in her own kitchen. But that sense of trying to be put aside in order to create a good relationship between the mother-in-law and the son-in-law.

In contrast to the newly arrived girl. A warm welcome was given with affection. Syifa was silent at the sight. Sadness was present in the deepest corner of his heart.

“Syifa? are you here?” the girl was friendly.

“Mbak Ayu.”

“You two already know each other?” ask Mama surprised.

“Iya Aunt. At that time we did not accidentally meet at the top of the road,” replied Ayu quickly with a charming smile.

Syifa nodded her head justifying.

Mama invites Syifa and Ayu to sit on the luxurious sofa of her collection in the living room.

"By the way, how can you be here?" search Ayu curious.

"Yes. Because I invited Mama to dinner here" she replied honestly.

"Mama?" Ayu frowned. Slow down his voice repeating the word.

"Come," cried Mama distract the girl. "she is the girl who is betrothed to Zikra."

"Oh my God .." he muttered half a whisper.

"Mbak Ayu too why is he here?" he said back to asking. "Mbak Ayu, was invited also Mama?"

Ayu let out a short breath.

"Well, that's how it is."

Syifa smiled broadly.

"Do you remember the guy I told you about yesterday? Fatir?"

"Oh." Syifa nodded her head quickly. "yes."

"This is her parents' house."

Syifa surprised. Because he never knew if there was an older brother Aini besides Zikra.

Why doesn't Zikra ever tell you?

"You don't misunderstand me, Syifa. What Ayu meant, Fatir was actually Zikra," Mama explained.

Syifa was shocked.

"What?"

"Why did you not speak at that time ..."

"I'm sorry. I really don't know, if it turns out Fatir is Zikra." he said regretfully. "because Zikra has never told me about his past."

"Well is he that arrogant?" ask Ayu growled.

Silently tucked in jealousy disturbed Syifa's mind.

Syifa tried to show that she was a good daughter-in-law. Along with a servant of Zikra's parents' house, the girl prepared a dinner table. While Ayu was busy sulking to Mama.

"Tante, how could you marry Fatir to a girl like that?" rajuk Ayu. "why not the same Ayu aja? Ayu and Fatir have loved each other for a long time."

"Yes. Auntie hopes that too. But ... Aunty can't oppose Om's decision."

"Well, Aunt .. make Ayu heartbroken."

Syifa was very sad to accidentally hear their chat. But he tried to swallow his sadness away from the heart.

Suddenly sadness mixed with jealousy almost dominated his heart and mind. When Ayu welcomes the arrival of Zikra with a warm embrace mixed with a deep longing.

Zikra gasp. Kontan he pushed his body high as high as the girl. Swiping embrace.

"Tara?"

"Yes, Fatir. It's me," he said exclaimed. "i deliberately came all the way from Surabaya, to come here just to meet you." hugged Zikra back.

Zikra saw the shadow of Syifa standing behind the display cabinet.

"Syifa. What are you doing there?" reprimand Zikra while holding her embrace.

Slowly Syifa came out of hiding.

"Sorry, I just want to say, the dining table is ready" he said slowly as he squeezed his hand.

At the dining table. Ayu deliberately sat beside Zikra. She pushed the girl away from her husband's side.

"No papa. What matters is that I can sit, right?" sahut Syifa lightly.

"But ..."

"Let him there Fatir. Here I've been accompanying you," interrupted Ayu spoiled.

Zikra looked at him sharply.

Syifa smiled bitterly. Turning away covered the tears that had filled his eyes.

This pain again. Why can I feel it again? Though the love story of me and Angga has been running for a long time. But ....why now arise again? Could it be that I am jealous of both of them?

"Fatir, I have a gift for you," said Ayu suddenly. "this gift I deliberately brought directly from Surabaya. And, taraaaamm .." a large city that had been neatly wrapped and ribbons on it.

"Gift?" a small smile fell on the corner of Zikra's lips. Accept it with pleasure.

"Happy birthday, Fatir," Ayu looks very happy. Give a warm hug and a sweet kiss on Zikra's cheek.

Kontan Zikra was aghast and suddenly Ayu hugged him. Syifa turned her face unable to see the sight.

"What are you doing?" zikra asked cynically as she rubbed her cheeks. Put the gift on the end of the table.

"I congratulate you," Ayu replied leaning her chin on Zikra's shoulder, wrapping her hands together on the firm body next to her. "lho, how come you didn't open the gift?" a hue of sadness flashed on the girl's face.

"Let me open it later. We'll have dinner anyway. I don't want my gift broken by vegetable sauce."

"OKAY. This time I accept your reason. But not next time."

Whahuh? So, today's Zikra's birthday?

"Let go!" tell Zikra while wriggling to release Ayu's hand. He was actually uncomfortable with Ayu's excessive attitude in front of Syifa. He doesn't want to create new problems. While the old problem is not yet solved.

"Why?"

"Remember Tara, I'm married," explained Zikra looking at Syifa's face. "so, please keep your attitude. Because I don't want to be labeled a cheating husband."

The last words of Zikra were very striking to Syifa. He was silent to return Zikra's gaze.

"Well, what gift have you given Zikra, Syifa?" asked Mama who had only been a spectator of the show Ayu and her son.

Syifa seemed to be unable to answer.

"Syifa has given me the most beautiful gift, Ma. Long before Tara gave me a present tonight, wasn't it so dear?" refute Zikra remembering the events of that time. The incident still left a wound in his heart.

Syifa hesitated.

After finishing saying happy birthday, and gift giving from Ayu. They started eating the food that was available on the table. In the middle of the delicious dinner, Mama suddenly talked about Syifa's father who would come to pick her up. Until the dinner atmosphere was slightly damaged by the middle-aged woman's spicy comments.

Not without reason he did it that way. But that is the reality that Syifa must face. To have a marriage with force. Living with a young man she does not love is also forced. Because his parents did not invite him to come.

Mama is seen smiling with relief when she learns that the daughter-in-law she never expected, will soon be away from her son's life. In his mind he would match Zikra with Ayu after Syifa's departure.

Even though the pain was still left in Zikra's heart, it did not mean that he was happy with the plan of his wife's departure. He would not allow her to leave from his side.

"Fatir, I don't want to try this?" Ayu thrust a plate of balado shrimp in front of Zikra. "because I've noticed since, you haven't touched the slightest item."

Zikra just silently looked at one menu of cuisine that was being avoided.

Syifa also saw the plate that was still not reduced in number. Even though he had scooped it up a little. The rest is too much.

"You know what? This is the cooked Syiafa," Ayu deliberately said everything, to find out the extent of Zikra's feelings towards the girl.

Without a doubt Zikra scooped with her tablespoon. Directly devoured.

Ayu was very disappointed. Zikra wants to eat it. No matter his health. Because he knew clearly Zikra was very allergic to shrimp.

Mama also gasped to see the closeness of her son.

Syifa smiled happily because Zikra wanted to eat the dishes she made. After a few days, he no longer wanted to eat at home.

Not long ago. Red patches that are accompanied by bumps on the surface area of Zikra skin. A very accompanying itching. The mood of the dinner was chaotic because of that. Zikra went straight into his room upstairs.

Without hesitation, Mama scolded Syifa in front of Ayu. Ayu also scolded him. Syifa cried while apologizing for her strictness. But his forgiveness and tears could not cure Zikra's pain.

Mama and Ayu followed Zikra to the room after finishing scolding Syifa.

With a feeling of guilt Syifa ventured into Zikra's room. Even though it only reached the doorway. Suddenly Mama and Ayu come out chased away Zikra who did not want anyone to touch. Hurry the girl out so she doesn't get angry again.

Mama and Ayu stare at Syifa cynically. Wasting his face as he passed in front of the girl who was bowing deeply.

After Mama and Ayu are no longer visible. Syifa ventured to see Zikra's condition from the open door. Zikra was sitting on the bed against the door, enduring the pain she was suffering from.

"Come in!" tell Zikra without looking.

Syifa was shocked. He doubted the order was not for him. But there was no one else but her outside Zikra's room.

"Why are you still there? Quickly enter!"

Syifa went straight in.

"Close door!"

Syifa swallowed her saliva, suddenly remembering the events of that night. His body began to tremble. Both knees felt weak.

"You don't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything" Zikra said, "just shut the door!"

"B-b-okay," he said. Close the meeting door.

"Come here!"

With a gontai Syifa move closer to Zikra's bed. His heart suddenly broke. Not necessarily direction, losing its rhythm.

Without the ba-bi-bu Zikra undressing her. Kontan Syifa turned her body while covering her face.

"What do you want? Get your clothes on again!" pekik Syifa hysterically.

Zikra grunting.

"Based on a stupid girl! I said, I will not want to reach you. Especially my condition again like this."

"Keep, why are you wearing all your clothes?"

"I just wanted to ask for help. Help me give you the ointment on my back."

Oho!

Syifa took the ointment Zikra gave her. Then sit on his back while smearing the medicine without looking at it.

"The right medicine."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Please get the medicine in the drawer."

The girl quickly retrieved the medicine stored in a table drawer near Zikra's bed. Giving it away without even turning a single glance towards Zikra.

"Why don't you look at me? Don't you like me? Or lie to me, because someone else has filled your heart?"

"Who said that?" spontaneous Syifa. As fast as lightning he turned his face again.

"But at that time, you've revealed your similarities to him in public, right?"

"Yes. But, I'm the same she's just a doang friend, sweat!"

"Where does a friend say, I love you."

Syifa turned her eyes to the young man whose face was full. He grew shocked as his pair of beads met Zikra's eyes. He immediately turned his face away.

"I'm the same Panji is just a regular friend. I said so because of a game."

"What?"

"Yes, when we were playing truth and dare. I can't believe Nadya's asking."

"Nadya?"

Syifa was seen turning uninspired when she mentioned Nadya's name. Friends who have missed him all along. But he has gone away from her. May not be forever.

So he had nothing to do with that man.

Zikra seemed to have misunderstood no more after hearing the explanation from Syifa. The small smile on the corner of his lips seemed to show his delight.

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