Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

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The clouds of sadness seemed to have changed with the light of happiness. The ice that once enveloped Syifa and Zikra's heart has now melted. The young couple began to open their hearts. Although both are still reluctant to admit their own feelings.

Syifa had prepared breakfast on the dinner table. A knot smile greeted the presence of Zikra filling the empty seat in front of him. The young man returned his warm smile. Then they had breakfast together.

After breakfast, a small box of Syifa was placed in front of Zikra.

“What is this?” ask the young man in a surprised tone. “kado?” grabbed it.

“Sori, I just had time to give you a gift,” sahut kalu. “maaf, if the gift I lost big with the gift that was given mbak Ayu to you. Even the price is much more expensive than the gift you hold now. But I beg you, do not see the price yes.”

Zikra pulled a line of smiles on her lips.

“But I didn't ask,” if the young man is light.

“Emang is right you didn't ask. But I'm not good. Moreover, mbak Ayu who came all the way from Surabaya aja kasih you gift. Cook me who lives close to you, one more roof is the same you don't give you a gift? Where's my brain?”

Zikra gave a small grin.

“Lagian, why yesterday you didn't tell me first if you were birthday?” syifa Protest. “I don't know your birthday.”

“I did deliberately not tell anyone about my birthday. Because I don't like parties. About Tara, give me that gift is her business. I didn't ask either. Don't need to discuss. I'm not a TK kid. Why would you want to have a birthday party. I'm already big, already have another wife,” explained Zikra

glancing at the girl in front of him.

“Yes as I know. Not kayak yesterday ..” Syifa remembered the events of yesterday night. “aku already like a fool who does not know anything,” he continued membatin.

“Sorry,” Zikra grabbed Syifa's hand and held it gently. “I promise, next time if there's something about me, I'll tell you first.”

Syifa was shocked. But he didn't pull it off. The gaze of Zikra's eyes was so gentle with a cheerful smile. Until it gets lulled in the daydream. A gentle sigh flowed over the proper tempo in his chest. Took a quiet soul.

“Still,” said Zikra.

Syifa fell from her daydream.

“Can I wear it now?” tanya Zikra took out the contents from inside the gift box given by his wife.

A watch made of stanless. Syifa bought with nothing left of her savings.

“What?” Syifa looked surprised at her husband's request.

“Why? Can't ya?”

“Not. Not so,” Syifa replied quickly.

“Then?”

“Let me wear ya.”

Zikra thrust out the watch. Stretched out her hand as if she said, put it on.

Syifa smiled gleefully.

Zikra looked at his right wrist. Syifa's hand-watching watch was very special to him. A smile is perfect. Since departing from home to arrive at the office a pair of beads his eyes have not switched on his wrist.

Bonang and Rifa’i who is now Zikra's co-worker in the office were astonished to see his attitude. The two young men exchanged glances as they looked up from the top of their respective work desks. They compactly nodded shoulders not understanding.

After many days of suffering and suffering for the actions of Syifa. Now the sadness seemed to fade replaced with a new passion and full of joy emanated clearly on Zikra's face.

“Why hands, Zik? Since last seen continue, as soon as yes?” seloroh Bonang's.

Zikra shakes his head to the source of the sound. He was surprised by the two faces he saw above his head. He's clucking pissed. Directly facing the computer screen in front of him.

“Emang any special?”

“Kepo lo on!” zikra murmur.

“Buset! He said we kepo, ‘I?” Bonang grinned amusedly.

Rifa’i nodded in agreement.

Zikra did not respond to the babbling of his two best friends. He turned his attention to the computer screen he had just activated.

“Udah, work! Work!” the thrill of mengubris kepoan his friends. “kalo seen by the SP hit boss just know your taste.”

“Rese lo, Zik,” blush Bonang sewot. Sitting in his chair after previously exchanging glances at Rifa’i.

Rifa’i throttled her lips resentfully not getting any important information from Zikra.

Zikra smiled cunningly.

The curiosity of Bonang and Rifa’i did not just extinguish it. The two never gave up getting information from Zikra. The two agreed to continue the action at lunchtime.

From high school to work, Bonang was Zikra's only friend who was closest to him. Even Bonang has been memorized by the customs and customs of Zikra. But for Zikra's love affairs, Bonang doesn't know much.

While still sitting in High School, Zikra was a popular guy. In addition to brilliant achievements, his good looks like a magnetic field that can attract the attention of his female friends. In college, it continued. The charm never goes out.

Of the many girls who approached Zikra. No one was able to shake the young man's heart. But when he suddenly decided to marry young Syifa. A girl he hadn't known for a long time. The walls of his heart began to wobble. Especially when Syifa ventured to express her feelings to other men in public.

“Elo sure don't want to share to us?” tanya Bonang made sure while putting her lunch tray on the desk of the office canteen. Sit on the bench in front of Zikra.

Zikra flinched from her lunch. He won't respond.

Rifa’i chose to sit on the right side of Zikra. Suddenly his eyes were dazzled by the watch that was coiled around the young man's right wrist.

“Btw, what time is it, Zik? Sori, I want to have the same promise as people,” said the bespectacled young man minus testing.

“New also hold a spoon 'has asked all hours,” grumbled Bonang upset.

“Diam lo, keribo!”

Bonang looked annoyed with Rifa’i.

“Jam one less forty five minutes,” says Zikra staring at his new watch.

“Cieee ... new hour nih,” seloroh Rifa’i tease. Grabbing and holding Zikra's right wrist.

“Asaan anyway lo,” Zikra blushed shyly while brushed off Rifa’i's hand, continued eating.

“Oh, I understand now," said Bonang suddenly.

"What?"

"The watch is what makes you like a sedeng people all day."

"What the hell are you weird," Zikra tried to cover up the truth.

"Don't lie to me. I have memorized the same nature lo, we already know from High School. Now you tell me who it's from?" insist Bonang pointed to Zikra's watch. "do not ... do not .. from ..."

"Ah, what the hell, keribo? Don't go fishing," said Rifa'i.

"Fishing, elo kira fish!" sahut Bonang.

"Udah-udah! You two what the fuck? From that moment on, his work was noisy. Not eating, but fighting. Some of you are not ashamed of what the storm continues, ashamed to know seen by many people," said Zikra dampened the commotion.

"It's all because of Elo, Zik," said Bonang in self-defense.

"Lho, even I am wrong, it is noisily the same Fa'i," argued Zikra.

"Yes. That's right Bonang said. This is all because the Elo does not want to be frank about the watch," said Rifa'i.

"Lho! Okay, okay, I answer this watch my birthday gift from Syifa. Satisfied with both?"

"Huh? Syifa?"

"Yes. As long as you know, this is the most special gift I've ever had. And I'm really happy to wear it." explained Zikra with a radiant face.

"Are you sure you didn't say anything wrong?" Bonang looked very suspicious.

Zikra sighed.

"Well, I don't believe it, I don't mean it."

"Yaelah .. keribo .. was elo nanya, now it has been answered even elo do not believe. Your hobby is high blood."

"Tell down what blood let's not jatoh," said Bonang lightly.

Rifa'i was anxious to pluck out Bonang's mouth with her hand. Yet he only squeezed the wind in his grasp.

"Excuse me.. Can I join?"

Three friends raised their heads. Shift your eyes to the source of the sound. A beautiful woman wore a long-sleeved shirt and a long skirt below the knees. She had a beautiful smile with a beautiful face.

Zikra immediately threw away his face. It was as if he did not want to see that woman's face anymore.

"May, may, come sit down, please" replied Bonang quickly while encouraging Zikra to move seats.

Forcibly Zikra moved to sit beside Rifa'i.

The young lady sat beside Bonang a little awkwardly. But he tried to create an atmosphere as comfortable as possible. Acquaintance trying to familiarize Bonang and Rifa'i. But he could not mince words with Zikra who had already put on an iceberg-cold look.

*

Syifa got up from her seat when Nadya came. The conversation between him, Kirana, and Isti had to stop.

There is a concern that disturbs Syifa. He was worried that his existence would be rejected Nadya like the other day. Therefore, before Nadya open her voice she must immediately lift her legs.

"Cipa." suddenly Nadya called out to him.

Syifa's move stopped. He was shocked to hear the voice he had longed for. Turn his body slowly.

"Nadya."

Syifa and Nadya sit on campus park benches. For a long time both were caught in silence. None of them wanted to start a conversation.

"Gupper." "Nad." said the two at the same time. Then they both laughed.

Eventually the two friends could talk to each other. Breaking the walls of silence. The jokes and laughter are back again.

"Pa, sori. because all this time I've been away from elo for no reason," said Nadya regretfully.

"Gue knows, Nad. Elo don't apologize. But I have to apologize to Elo. Because of me .. everything got messed up. If only I had heard the words of Elo. It's got to be all this ain't gonna happen." Syifa lowered her face. Hiding the sadness he had experienced.

Nadya touches Syifa's shoulder. Gently handles.

"Elo is not wrong Pa. But I'm too baper." bitter smile on Nadya's thin lips.

Then she told him about Panji who had rejected her love a few days ago. Because that is what makes Nadya embarrassed when meeting Syifa. He also regretted blaming his friend for his failure. However, after hearing the advice of his brother, then he realized his mistake.

Not much different from Nadia. Syifa also had a bad thing. His relationship with Zikra was shaken. Coupled with the presence of the girl from Zikra's past. A beautiful girl who could not be ignored. For the first time Syifa was agitated.

There was a fear of sudden loss emerging from within his heart. Although he knew all this time Zikra was like a flower that was always surrounded by beautiful girls. Somehow because of the presence of the girl, Syifa had to experience the same feeling when with Angga. Even the feeling he felt was now greater than before.

Syifa did not feel tears falling down her cheeks.

Nadya tried to strengthen Syifa. He promised to help Syifa deal with the girl.

Syifa smiled cheerfully. Grasping Nadya's hand tightly.

*

"Elo why, Zik? How is your attitude so strange in front of him?" reprimand Rifa'i on the way to the office parking area.

Zikra was silent. Don't want to answer Rifa'i's question.

"Elo isn't interested in him? She's really pretty, really tall, just perfect for the size of a girl in general."

Zikra just grunted.

"Zik, elo hear what the hell? My feeling is very clear. But you just shut up."

"Not important, Rif."

"You mean?"

"I said it doesn't matter means it doesn't matter. No need to talk at length." Zikra wears a helmet. After previously riding on his motorcycle.

"So ..."

"Udah. I don't want to talk about that girl anymore. Especially if in front of Bonang," his sergeant turned on the motorbike engine. "go first." he concluded passed away.

Rifa'i shook her head. It was strange to see his friend who seemed not interested in a girl as beautiful as Ayuniatara. The girl who had lunch with them. Bonang acted the opposite. He made an intensive approach to ask for a phone number.

Rifa'i let out a long breath. His right index finger pushed the slightly drooping glasses on the trunk of his nose. Then turn on the motorcycle engine. Escape from the parking area inside the basement.

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