Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Worried

At seven o'clock in the night.

Zikra arrived home. Silent and silent. As if there were no signs of life in it. Maybe Syifa hasn't come home from college. Her thought. Take a short breath.

Rifa'i's question was still ringing in Zikra's ear. Questions that are not answered. And a difficult answer to say. He did not dismiss the memories with Ayuniatara still feels so beautiful to remember. It was bitter to repeat that time.

Zikra turned the handle of her room door. She was shocked when she saw Syifa suddenly in her room.

"You? What are you doing here?"

Kontan Syifa twisted her body. Raising your head to the source of the sound. He looks clumsy.

"Sorry, I-I just want to neaten your clothes doang kok no more," he said nervously. "the way your clothes are a mess. I'm worried about the clothes that I've ironed so scuffed everything. Because I can take it later. Maybe I have some more free time, I'm tidying up now," he continued, explaining. "but I promise, I'll be quick to finish. Keep coming out."

"Oh, yeah, go ahead." said coldly.

Zikra put her briefcase on the bed. Unbutton his shirt one by one. She smiled slightly at the seriousness of Syifa tidying up all her clothes that looked irregular. Then let Syifa grumble without bullying her. The girl rarely visited her room. Since staying with the girl only one or two times to play here. That didn't last long either.

In recent days Zikra has never noticed the neatness of his closet. He usually lives well. Fill the closet until the blanket on the bed is neatly arranged. But everything changed one hundred and eighty degrees since his quarrel that night. His mind was often mummified until there was no taste in tidying up all that.

"Have you had dinner or not?" syifa asked unmoved from the pile of Zikra clothes that were put bit by bit into the closet.

Zikra did not answer. He was still drifting to see the busyness of the girl who had officially become his wife. But their relationship does not deserve to be spelled husband and wife. Because after marriage they live like free individuals who are not bound by any relationship. Only after living one roof did the two incarnate as a pair of lovebirds who only bind friendship in halal relations.

"Do you want me to cook instant noodles? Because our food stock is only left. Maybe tomorrow I just shopped at Mama Adel's store. Or ... You want me to buy you some fried rice down the street. Mama Dio said it felt pretty good" Syifa added.

Again, Zikra did not answer just silently in silence.

Syifa frowned in wonder. He has spoken a lot but no answer. Hurriedly turned towards Zikra. Worried that he was talking alone.

"Why you?" reprimand while patting slowly Zikra's shoulder. Sitting beside the handsome and dazzling young man.

Zikra immediately stared at Syifa's innocent face. Touching his fingers and palms felt a little rough. The girl often does her own homework. Not letting go even though Syifa tried to shake him off.

"Can I hold your hand like this?" the young man asked for permission.

Syifa could not answer. His tugging felt choked. His heart suddenly beat. Not used to this close position. Nervous and nervous attack him.

"Since we've been married, I've never held your hand like this. You don't mind, do you?"

"Ah, a-I .. I ..."

Zikra smilingly looked at the girl misbehaving in front of her. His right hand touched Syifa's clean, smooth and filled cheeks.

"You're beautiful."

Syifa was surprised to get praise from Zikra. Sweat the size of a corn seed slid off Syifa's forehead. His face was red, embarrassed.

"I-I'm done. It's done already. I-I'm going back to the room."

Syifa shuffled from her seat. Hurry away.

Suddenly Zikra pulled Syifa's hand which he still held. Until the girl fell on his lap. Syifa was shocked. Their pair of eyes clashed. Hot-cold mixed nervously and trembling raged within him.

For the first time Zikra was so aggressive and gentle with Syifa. After he had been rude before. The eyes full of love were in her eyes. Without further ado kissed Syifa's soft forehead.

Syifa was shocked. Spontaneously he pushed Zikra up while rising from his lap.

"What are you doing?" tanyanya.

Zikra stood up. Surprised to see the reaction of the girl.

"Ki-ki-we can't do it!" Syifa turned towards the door of the room about to exit.

"Why?"

"Because .. cannot. I'll be out of here any minute." Turn the door hendle.

"Go?" Zikra demanded an explanation.

"Yes. Soon my father will come to pick me up. After that ..." opens the door.

Zikra stood behind Syifa, pushing the door with his left hand until it closed again.

Syifa was shocked.

"Can't you stay here?"

"Where could that be?"

"Can." Zikra said quickly. Closer his face to Syifa's ear "we are married" he whispered.

Zikra hugged Syifa's shoulder. The aroma of shampoo that is still attached to Syifa's hair is inhaled along with his breath. His hand touched Syifa's ring finger. Showing their sweet circular wedding rings.

"Look! Our wedding ring."

Syifa swallowed his saliva. Silence is not the power to speak up. His face was bowed in.

Zikra helped turn Syifa's body to face her. Touching the chin of a girl four years younger than him until her face lifted up, as if about to kiss the ripe lips in front of her nose.

A terrified hue emanated clearly on Syifa's face. But he couldn't refuse it. His hands clutched tightly at the end of his clothes. Body shaking.

Oh my God .. What will he do?

Slowly Zikra let go. Then move away, turning back to Syifa.

"But I realize I can't force you if you still don't want to stay with me."

Syifa grunted softly.

No words could slip from Syifa's lips to refute her husband's words. Without permission, he came straight out of Zikra's room. Go inside his room. Long time he was leaning behind the door. The leaflet inside his chest still felt strong. Then he sat down on his small bed. He hugged both knees.

"You're cheating" Syifa said when she found out Zikra's room was much bigger than hers. "the bigger bed is also more cushioned. Ac Pake. While my room is small. A small bed. Fizzy, hot, no AC." sit down and lay on Zikra's bed while enjoying the cool air of the air conditioning.

"You want, just stay asleep here," said Zikra budging from office duties she had to do at home.

"Really?" Syifa looks very happy.

"Hem."

"We're tukeran's room?"

"Who said that?" take his eyes off for a moment.

"Lho, you said I could ..."

"Can. But I'm not saying we're tukeran room."

"meaning?"

"We sleep here together."

Syifa let out a long sigh remembering everything that had happened.

*

Syifa sat alone in the campus cafeteria. Last night's events made him think hard about digesting every word that came from Zikra's lips. Although he could not ignore the closeness of Zikra and Ayu. Just imagining it made her face moody. Especially so far the comments of people who have seen Zikra and Ayu together. Ninety-nine percent of people say they are a compatible partner.

Nadya came near Syifa. As usual, he was always the lifeblood of Syifa. Never tired of giving motivation. Especially after hearing Syifa's story about Zikra last night. Kian made her believe that Syifa and Zikra's relationship had a future.

"Who knows Bang Zikra already has the same feeling elo, Pa." added Nadya.

"Where is it possible?"

"Maybe it is."

"Mbak Ayu is beautiful. If it's like me, there's not one end of his fingernails, Nad."

"Oh, you always do. Nothing's been done."

"Gue is not keok. But I know his name. Because I don't want to get hurt anymore." suddenly his memories with Angga stopped by in memory in his brain.

"Elo sometimes still likes muna too. It's called elo jealous."

"Jealous? Where I might be jealous."

"Keep, what dong ... Can't move on yet?"

"Not so, Nad."

"Now I ask, elo love is not the same Bang Zikra?"

Syifa gasped in shock at the question. He also fell silent.

"Gue sure elo must be love. If you don't fall in love with her, then you have to go to an ophthalmologist."

"What connection?"

"There was. You should check your eyes for cataracts or normal."

"Rese lo!"

Nadya laughed crisply.

Syifa smiled slightly. But deep down in his heart there was a deep unease. There are feelings that cannot be described with words. Can only be felt in silence.

*

Zikra stared at the computer screen. His mind drifted across the world. Without realizing it he had the same anxiety as Syifa. The feeling of fear of loss appeared suddenly like a ghost. Pain that does not want to be repeated.

Ayuniatara repeatedly tried to approach Zikra. Invite him to knit back a relationship that was once torn. But the young man always responded coldly.

"I still love you. And continue to love you, until whenever I still love you," said Ayu.

"I'm not the right guy for you. Find someone better than me" Zikra said coldly.

"Why Fatir? Why don't you want us to go back to how we used to be?" ask Ayu lirih.

"I'm a married man, Tara."

"Yes, you are a man who has raised. But, are you sure about your marriage?" search Ayu. "marriage that is not based on love will not be happy. Why keep a marriage without a marriage book."

"I know we both don't love each other. But we can learn to love each other" Zikra replied steadily.

Devastated Ayu heard the words that came out of the mouth of the ex-lover who was still very much loved.

"Marriage book can be printed. No need to worry."

"But Fatir ..."

"Udahlah Tara's. I don't want to talk about it," interrupted Zikra did not want to hear Ayu's words again. "I don't want my wife to get hurt. I didn't have the courage to hurt her. However she remains my wife whom I must look after and respect her rights and dignity."

Zikra was stunned from her daydream when the creaking sound of the printer rang. Sheet by sheet of paper comes out of the printer's mouth. He immediately arranged it in his order. After that, put it in the map.

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