Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

The 1st Mission of Love (Romantic Dating)

"Why are you suddenly asking me out?" syifa wanted to know when he just got off the Zikra motorcycle seat.

Zikra smiled while helping to remove the helmet still attached to Syifa's head.

"Are you not provoked by Dio's words?"

"Not really," he said lightly with a smile that had not faded away.

Syifa scrunched her eyebrows.

Zikra immediately took Syifa's hand tightly as she entered the center of the famous amusement park in the heart of the city.

"Lho, my question isn't answered?" the girl's protest was not satisfied.

The young man turned a glance, shaking his head in a small chuckle.

"How else do you want to answer?" ask back.

"Yes ... why? Because what?"

"Ah, you're weird. Dating is a lot of questions. If you want a date, then a date. No need for a reason."

Syifa stomped her hand out of Zikra's grasp. But the grip of his hand was stronger than imagined. The hue of the sweet virgin's face looked sour, showing her dislike of Zikra's speech.

Zikra stopped his steps. Rotating his body and slightly bent to be in line with Syifa's height. He pinched the girl's nose.

"Basin' stubborn girl!" gnarled.

Syifa grew shocked by the change in attitude of the young man she had known so seriously and sometimes coldly. For some reason today his attitude tends to be more friendly and warm. A soft sigh drenched the shahdu in his chest.

"I have been wanting to walk for a long time. But never had time," Zikra again holding Syifa's hand continued his steps. "Well, only now do I think we both have the right time to do it" he continued.

"But ... Why should I believe his hand? I don't think it's this time either ..." Syifa moved her hand that was being held by Zikra. "was led as I was going to run away."

Zikra stopped her steps back, turning her head towards the girl who was starting to take a turn.

Syifa looked shriveled at Zikra's deathly gaze. As if being able to tear his heart to the head is not real.

"Darling ..."

Dugm! Syifa's heart beat suddenly shocked to hear it.

Whahuh? The darling? Ah, no way, at most I just misheard it .

"The name of dating is just handrails like gini doang already common. Do you want me to pull a rope hook like a trailer truck, is that it?"

"No way." Syifa shook her head.

"No, don't want to. Yes, from now on you do not need to bring me, a lot of asking this-that. We are halal, after all. Even if we are dating now, it means we are dating halal. I hold you like this also do not sin, even get a reward" he explained.

Syifa fell silent while biting her lower lip tightly.

"When did you date first, never held like this the same as your boyfriend?" search Zikra idle.

Syifa shook her head.

"What cooking?"

How dare I hold hands this tight? Dating together is like never.

"Well, I'm lucky. Because I can get you completely, not contaminated by the ignorant hands of the beetle *****." muttered Zikra happily.

"What did you say?"

"No papa. Let's find a fun game!" he said divert the conversation.

Syifa frowned not understanding what Zikra meant.

Both of them were confused when choosing a game to ride. Finally they agreed to choose a carousel.

Syifa climbed onto one of the wooden horse backs. Enjoy round after round. Not to forget he captured the moment with his cell phone camera.

Zikra who was also sitting on a wooden horse back next to Syifa looked very happy. He immediately close his body on a whim when he saw Syifa was busy with her own self-self. Without caring about the girl's dislike expression, until expelled many times so as not to approach her remained unmoved. Suddenly Zikra snatched Syifa's phone. Then take pictures of the faces of both of them.

Syifa was shocked and whined that she wanted to take it back. But Syifa's posture, which was inferior to Zikra, certainly made it difficult for her to reach out.

"Remember, now we are lovers. Smile at the camera!" zikra shouted at the camera.

Instead of looking at the camera, Syifa turned spontaneously to the source of the sound. Accidentally his lips landed on Zikra's cheeks. Unexpectedly the moment was a reflex immortalized in the camera lens shots of his phone.

Zikra and Syifa seemed to be surprised at each other. Look at each other in silence.

Syifa red face was extinguished restraining her embarrassment. In a hurry, he grabbed his phone to delete the photo.

"Don't! Don't erase! Pli!" sergeant Zikra is hopeful.

Syifa.

"Let that photo be the history of our story."

"But ..."

"Click! I beg you."

Syifa raised her face. His pair of beads looked into the eyes of Zikra who was looking at him fixedly. The murmur came back with even more powerful force, capable of crashing against its walls. Almost to the point of falling.

After satisfied riding the carousel rides, they switched to several other rides. One of the rides they rode was a roller coaster. Initially Zikra did not agree to ride the vehicle for various reasons. Syifa insisted. He will continue to ride the ride with or without Zikra beside him. As a result, the young man gave up on the basis of his affection for the girl who had just been proclaimed to be his lover.

Syifa smiled widely managed to ride the vehicle. Without caring about the sour face of the young man sitting next to him.

The shrill screams mingled with the scraping creaking sound on the blaring roller coaster trajectory could not be decomposed by the ears that heard it. Fear, tension and joy mix adrenaline.

Zhuhur's time has come. Zikra immediately took Syifa to the place of worship after getting off the vehicle that tested the adrenaline. To carry out their duties as religious observant. Without refuting the girl followed his invitation.

It is undeniable since living under one roof with Syifa grew religious. For Zikra's discipline in worship brought him closer to the Khalik. An alarm that always reminds Him never tired of reminding, and invites Syifa to know and serve his Lord.

Syifa was sitting limp in the chair waiting for Zikra to come out of Mushola. Hunger attacks his stomach until occasionally a light bang is heard from inside his stomach. It was predictable that the girl was attacked by hunger.

Zikra apologized to Syifa for making her wait while holding her hungry. To make up for her guilt she immediately took her lover to a restaurant not far from there.

"Honey." call Zikra to Syifa.

Suddenly Syifa, who was enjoying her lunch, was shocked to cough at the call. In a hurry he grabbed his drinking glass and sipped it.

"Why are you coughing so clearly? That feeling you didn't cough. Then why is it coughing now?" reprimand Zikra astonished. "cook the hell I just call you aja, pake cough-cough everything."

"I should ask you why? Call me with all the dearest. Ordinary times do not have to be much lebay-lebay," he said back to ask.

Zikra grinned amusedly.

"Yes, why did you protest so much earlier? How many times do I have to tell you? Today we are dating. Naturally I call you with a romantic grill too. Cook the hell you I call mbak? Jamu ma'am?"

"Not so, you can call me the usual one. I'm afraid you'll call me that."

"LUSTY!" Zikra patted his eel slowly.

Syifa grinned widely to see a row of neat front teeth.

"Hi!" suddenly a familiar-sounding voice came greeting.

Suddenly the pair of lovebirds turned to the source of the voice together. Zikra snorted a heavy breath looking at that figure. Syifa smiled wryly.

"Can I join you?" tanyanya politely brought her cold drink glass.

Zikra threw away her face as if she did not want to see it. I hope the man gets out of his sight soon. Syifa, however, was the opposite. Let her sit down even though she knows she will hurt her own heart. The girl thanked him.

"Darling, let's get out of here!" Zikra shuffled from his seat. Grabbing Syifa's hand ready to pull her out.

"Why the hell is Fatir, you've always avoided me? Though for your sake, I've sacrificed a lot of time and feelings," she claimed.

"I've never, and at any time, I've never asked you to sacrifice, have I?" furious Zikra.

Syifa just kept silent not understanding the problems that were going on between them.

"Click, please give me one more chance to correct all my mistakes" he said, holding Zikra's hand.

"I'm sorry, please don't interrupt our two dates" Zikra said coldly.

"Dating?"

"Sori, I'm going first. You'd better speak wisely" said Syifa, dismissing Zikra's hand about to leave the place.

"Where are you going? Why are you the one who left? It should be him who gets out of front of us" Zikra said.

Ayuniatara.

"No papa," Syifa is now suddenly a strong and strong-willed person. His mind is in pain.

"Let him go Fatir. Stay with me here. Pli!" Ayu held Zikra.

Zikra looked at him coldly. No matter how tight Ayu's hand grips him. Or the shrillness of his words that slid from his mouth to cause sympathy from others. Not to make the youth stand up.

"Where are you going? Let me come!" Zikra endured the departure of her lover, holding tightly to her hand that was almost out of hand.

Ayu was hurt by Zikra's attitude. Tears began to pool to fill his eyes.

"But I'm just going to the bathroom."

"Let me deliver" he said steadily after releasing his ex-girlfriend's hand.

"Tap-tap-but ..."

Zikra did not want to hear Syifa's reasoning. He knew that reason was only made up by him. As if he did not want to look back at the past, he immediately moved forward without looking at Tara.

Syifa's phone ringer shocked herself while standing in front of the toilet mirror. He snorted at the name that appeared on his phone screen. He hesitated to lift it. His toilet still rang in his hand.

"Why did you lift?" zikra Reprimand.

Syifa was stunned almost the phone was released from her grasp. Kontan becomes nervous worried that Zikra will get angry after knowing the person who contacted him.

Zikra took the phone out of her hand that was no longer ringing. His eyes widened as the phone rang again, and saw the name of the person who called his lover. Without asking, he immediately scoffed at the call.

"Just like you gave me and Tara a chance. You want to call her?" zikra added furiously. "so, you're still in touch with him?" return the phone to Syifa.

"No. I'm the same she has nothing to do with. We were both just friends, nothing more" Syifa said, trying to explain.

"Yes?"

"Really, Zik. I'm speaking the truth. We're just college friends and nothing more."

Zikra moved forward until Syifa was cornered on the front wall of the public toilet. His anger seemed to be ready to burst out as disappointment and jealousy raged in his heart. Nanar's gaze.

Syifa shriveled in fear leaning against the wall. He was confused by the drastic change in Zikra's attitude.

What's the matter? What makes him angry like this?

"Please don't betray me!" he whispered half a whisper.

"I'm not lying. Believe me!" syifa said reassuringly with a high fear, unknowingly her tears flowed down her cheeks.

Zikra hugged him tightly. Syifa was shocked.

"Sorry, I scared you" she whispered softly.

The tension that occurs does not necessarily ruin everything. The date is not over. Zikra still took Syifa around looking for entertainment to melt the atmosphere. While at the game booth, he manages to get a large Teddy bear at his girl's request.

Zikra realized his movements were still being stalked by Ayu. Then he invited Syifa to the haunted house.

Syifa, who was afraid of the darkness, certainly refused his invitation. But he managed to be persuaded by his lover, willing to enter the haunted vehicle.

The stubborn Ayu will not just sit by seeing the togetherness of the two lovebirds. As powerful as he is, he will separate the two of them, even if he has to enter the haunted house once. But he had to bite his finger when he lost track of them in the dark. He also repeatedly strengthened himself in order to get through all the awesomeness that exists.

From inside the rides, Zikra and Syifa laughed amusedly, imagining Ayu in her own fear inside the rides of the haunted house. They seem very cruel and cruel in their attitude. But an actor girl like her must indeed be taught a lesson in order to be deterred.

"Why did you do it? Don't you two still love each other?" ask Syifa to investigate.

Merta Zikra glanced at him sharply. Made Syifa bite her lower lip tightly in fear.

Oh my goodness, what am I talking about? What if he's angry? his inner whisper was worried.

The young man smirked cynically.

"Yes. Me and Tara do love each other," she replied coldly as if she did not want to remember those times.

Syifa's eyes flashed with anxiety, but were covered with a sincere smile from her lips. He hoped that Zikra would not be aware of the pain he was suffering. Sliced blade named jealousy was tearing at his heart and feelings.

"But that was before," he continued firmly.

Syifa scrunched up the akis until it almost linked into one.

"It must be up to now, right?" she felt silly hugging a teddy bear, Teddy covered her grief.

"Based on a stupid girl! What were you talking about?" decak Zikra grabbed Syifa's shoulder.

Syifa was shocked. Kontan looked up at his face.

"Where has that happened until now?" patting slowly and then gripping Syifa's shoulder gently.

The naive girl just gawked at getting such treatment.

"Now there are you who fill my days, from me opening my eyes in the morning, until I close my eyes before going to sleep," he explained putting Syifa's head on his chest. "I don't want that to change."

"But you have to be aware, there are times when I will go from your side" Syifa said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" tanyanya asked for an explanation.

Syifa moved out of Zikra's arms, shifting her seat slightly.

"I'll go when Dad comes to pick me up. And I will forever stay with my parents, my sister as well" he replied softly. "then I always try to stay away from you, for that moment to come I didn't feel too lost to you, either" turned his gaze outside the tightly shut window of the ring. He silently wiped away the tears that started to drip.

"What?" Zikra gasp. His heart heard it.

"Therefore I do not mind you being close to Mbak Ayu. Because I think your love is only for Ms. Ayu. You'll be happy with her forever, won't you?" Syifa looked at Zikra's face with a bitter smile.

"Are you a naive girl or a fool? Cook can not be differentin, where the feeling of love equally hate anyway?" he lamented disappointed. "well, I'll be happy with him as long as you want me to be polygamous."

Zikra's last sentence was like a crushing blow, capable of toppling the solid building within him called patience. The word polygamy is like a shy princess tree that is very sensitive when exposed to touch. That was how the girl felt so allergic when the word stopped by her ear.

"You dare to polygamy, I'll castrate you" he sprayed. Unknowingly the sentence had been able to express her deep feelings for the man who had officially married her four months ago. But they have only one roof left, after the wedding is two months old.

Zikra chuckled amusedly. He seemed to understand the implied meaning in his wife's words.

"It turns out that women are the same everywhere."

"meaning?"

"Allergy with the word polygamy," said Zikra still chuckling.

Syifa felt ashamed of herself and regretted the sentence that had been thrown out of her mouth.

"Now I know how you feel" either guessed or realized. His eyes were soft and sad.

Syifa just kept quiet while dodging. Zikra touched the smooth cheeks of her halal lover so that her gaze would only focus on him. The girl can no longer grumble. Just silently pecked to feel the breath of his interlocutor. The touch of his hand was warm, and the gaze of his eyes was gentle, yet sharp pierced through the heart.

"I don't want to part with you anymore. After years of separation we. Then we are found in the sacred bond of marriage. I'm sure I won't let you off so soon" he said slowly, but clearly heard in the ear.

"But we don't love each other" Syifa refuted Zikra's remarks.

"Look into my eyes, and you will see how deeply I feel for you" he said, directing Syifa's gaze.

Syifa was stunned and very nervous. He was never in such a close position. He swallowed his saliva to moisten his throat that felt like it was starting to dry.

His heart beats that cannot be conditioned to stay calm. Now it sounds like the sound of a hammering drum. Noisy disturbs the peace of the soul.

He unknowingly drops the teddy bear from his hand, as Zikra tightens up.

One warm kiss landed on Syifa's forehead and right cheek. The girl was shocked. His body is also shaking. Reflex he dodges. But Zikra's sturdy hands had locked him tightly to the point of being unable to make a revolt.

"I love you" whispered Zikra. Then he put his lips on Syifa's lips. Slowly and softly pursed the lips of his virgin wife.

Syifa was still enjoying her first kiss. Both of his hands squeezed the seam end of his couple shirt.

Is this what you call dating? Why would he get out of control like this? Then why can I just sit around like this? Can't I refuse it? But I am now immersed in the sea of love.

Connect ...