Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

The Word of Love (Part 3)

Syifa dropped out of her classroom after her class ended. He stopped his steps when

his phone was clearly heard from inside his tote bag. Without waiting for a long time, the girl reached for the blue bag

canvas-based take the phone from the inside.

"Whose number is it?" his forehead frowned in wonder seeing a foreign phone number appear on his phone screen. However

not yet had his thumb slide the green button, the phone connection just broke. "humph! Most

prankster." straight back in the bag. After that, he continued his steps down the crowded campus corridor.

"Shyifa!" panji came to him.

Kontan Syifa immediately turned to the voice. He was a little surprised when Panji came to him.

Although they often met on campus, but Panji never met Syifa personally, without Anto and Rama who seemed to act like bodyguards, oh no, rather they

like the Panji.

"Eh, Nji. Do you want to go home, or do you still have class? Where are your ladies, all alone?"

Syifa flocked the guy almost without pause.

"Elo it's normal, do you want interrogation anyway? Until I felt like a chicken maling, which was again operating

suddenly caught the people,"

"Ah, lebay lo, Nji. Too dramatized?" Syifa smiled slightly.

"Surely, elo nanyanya mostly anyway. I was confused which answer came first. Next time ask one-on-one, will you?"

"Yep-yes, sori. I'm sorry." Syifa.

Panji and Syifa chuckled together. From a distance Nadya saw them. In his view the two humans he considered to be friends looked happy. They look harmonious like they fit into a pair of lovers.

Nadya grunted heavily. A bitter taste that could not be described with words, was now raging within the chest. I don't know the name of the feeling he felt. What was clear was that his heart was not comfortable seeing such an afternoon scene.

"Hi, Nad. How come you're being dumb?" Kirana patted Nadya's shoulder gently. Wake it up in the daydream. He turned to the source of the voice while smiling stiffly. "Let's go to class, then go to the lecturer. Not good to come late." continued the glasses girl.

"okay." Nadya nodded her head. Then move away.

Syifa and Panji moved out of the campus corridor towards the gate. They deliberately walk together because both of them have no courses to follow.

"Fa, sori. Can I ask you a question?" tanya Panji hesitates.

"You want to ask, yes ask. What matters is that if I can answer, I will answer. If you can't answer, you can't be hurt just like me. Easy, right?" sahut lightly.

Panji grinned awkwardly.

"What do you want to ask me?"

"On the guy this afternoon. Sori, if I ask about privacy issues to elo."

Syifa fell silent. His face changed instantly. His eyes became serious. "What do you want to ask me?"

"He ... who is he? Is he the guy who was betrothed to you as a child, as told by Nadya?" The banner looked stammered.

"Yes." replied Syifa steadily.

Panji snorted heavily hearing the girl's reply. It was hard for him to accept the fact the girl he liked had found a mooring of hearts. To ignore his feelings. Although her initial plan was to playfully draw Syifa's sympathy, in the hope that she would accept her love, she dumped him like any other girl. But he ended up getting caught in a trap that he himself dug. Right now he was completely in love with a mediocre girl like Syifa.

"Fa, elo answered too directly, to my heart."

"Haish! Since when did elo suddenly lebay gini anyway, Nji? I'm so surprised at the same elo." lamented Syifa felt unreasonable. "what's wrong I immediately replied, anyway we'll talk about it directly. Do you want me to answer the delay broadcast event, like a football show on tv? Hahaha ..." the sound of his laughter sounded crisp. "kokak lo!"

The pennant smiled bitterly. Stopped step. Syifa did not move.

"Yes, I was hilarious, until I had the heart to laugh," suddenly the voice of a man sounded soft.

Syifa was stunned to see the expression on the face of the guy before her. His laughing voice disappeared.

"Sori." she pressed her voice unwell, biting her lower lip felt bad.

"Shyifa!" zikra's exclaim suddenly appeared in front of the campus gate. Waving hands with a charming smile. Not a little sound amazed the students who saw the figure of the handsome guy. To give birth to envy in their hearts.

Kontan Syifa turned to the source of the voice. Smile and raise his hand waving into the air welcoming the wave of her husband's hand.

The banner follows Syifa's view. He was surprised to see Zikra coming to pick up his girlfriend. The guy he used to know in High School.

Zikra clutched his motorcycle handlebar to see Panji near his wife. Displeasure suddenly struck his heart. Reminiscent of the incident the other day that made him and Syifa disagree.

"Sori, Njyo. I'm first yeah. Onoh Romeo I've come to pick me up." the girl immediately rushed to leave Panji with a smile full of pride.

Panji glanced at Syifa's departure. "Zikra! I'm not going to be happy with Syifa. I'll take elo's happiness again. After that I'll be happy to see your frustrated expression like it used to." whispered his mind full of threats while smirking cunning. His hands clenched tightly restraining his disappointment.

Not long ago, Zikra's motorcycle sped away from the campus where Syifa studied.

*

Bonang and Rifa'i sat at the cafe table they had been at since college. This time, however, minus Zikra. Because this afternoon he had his own show with Syifa. Rifa'i sipped her macchiato. Bonang put the cup of matcha green tea latte after sipping it almost half.

"Elo sure Zikra's cheating?" Rifa'i couldn't believe hearing Bonang's story.

Since getting to know and familiar with the young man from college, never once seemed familiar with other girls. Zikra was a loyal guy at the time. That is why he has never self-proclaimed a relationship with any girl. Rifa'i only knew about Zikra that since childhood she had been betrothed to a girl she had met as a child. Now the girl has officially become his wife, Syifa.

"That's pretty sure it hasn't. I was just surprised this morning, he held the envelope, just saw me the envelope was hurriedly hidden in the desk drawer. So please use those secrets."

"Elo, suspect the innards. Elo mastiin not yet what envelope? Who knows what a love letter is, not a love letter."

"Gue didn't think it was there."

Rifa'i let out a long breath.

"Rubber ... Bonang ... why the hell elo not positive thinking just the same people? Elo can not be different where the envelope of love letters is the same as the ordinary mail envelope. Besides not making any sense, today young people today still playing surat-suratan? Ah, that's right you."

"Oiya. Why did I forget?" Bonang scratched his head that was not itchy.

"Somehow, if Zikra really has a crush on another girl, how could he possibly ask us for help with a romantic shooting to Syifa?" Rifa'i played the surface of her drink with a straw, as if she was stirring her drinking glass. "now only they are dating together."

Bonang just nodded his head approving of Rifa'i's opinion. "It makes sense too."

Rifa'i snorted bitterly.

*

Syifa was surprised when Zikra's motorcycle did not head home. Except to a shopping mall. Walk through clothing stores, shoes and more. Several times she refused her husband's invitation to enter all the shops. For the reason that no one wants to buy it. Right now it's on the moon. Usually on dates like this must save a lot to reduce unnecessary expenses.

"Why did we come here just around the corner is not clear, like a missing person." Zikra grumbled to express his disappointment.

Finally, Zikra invited to watch a movie in the Cinema. This time Syifa could not refuse. Without the babibu guy immediately pulled Syifa's arm to buy a movie ticket.

"We're watching a romantic movie, huh?" cetus Zikra's.

"Watching a romantic movie is less challenging."

"meaning?" Zikra asked for an explanation.

"We're watching a slightly challenging genre movie. How's it?"

"Action film?"

"No," Syifa shook her head. "but a horror movie." grinned widely.

Zikra ruffled Syifa's hair. "Are you sure you dare to watch a satanic movie?" her tanyanya put her face closer to Syifa's face.

"We try it!"

"OKAY. Because you are asking, do not mengesel yes, if throughout the film you are afraid until the cold heat."

"Relax, I'm not bothering you. At least close your eyes if you are afraid. I'm not holding you accountable, Swear!"

"Hush! After all, you are my responsibility. I can't possibly lose responsibility." Zikra spent the money to pay for the horror movie tickets Syifa requested. After that, go to the theater.

I don't know why today I feel my relationship with Zikra like dating again. He was so warm and considerate. What do I want to be instantly abused. Is this what you call dating? But ... cook anyway, I'm the same he's married, cook courtship. It's strange! .... I think what the hell? (Shyifa)

May Syifa be able to feel my sincere concern. This way I can show my true feelings. Though I have not yet proclaimed my love for him. (Zikra)

After watching Syifa and Zikra having dinner at one of the restaurants, Zikra again told Syifa to choose the place. Of course Syifa happily chose a place to eat that could be said PW. Without leaving the deep. He chose a good but cheap place to eat. Where else if not roadside fried rice. Delicious, plentiful, full is also cheap.

"Why did you choose to eat here?" ask Zikra astonished.

"Let you feel a new sensation. Want to eat at restaurants or street-side fried rice stalls the same, after all we both eat. The food goes into the mouth, not into the nose."

"You can find an excuse." Zikra pinched Syifa's nose.

"But it's true ..."

"Humph. 100% right!" Zikra showed his thumb.

A middle-aged man who owned a fried rice shop, came to deliver two dishes of fried rice to Syifa and Zikra. "Please enjoy" he said.

"Thank you." said Syifa and Zikra almost simultaneously.

"You've been with girls, haven't you?" ask Syifa after chewing a spoonful of fried rice.

"Walk the same chick?" Zikra frowned.

"Yes. Like watching, shopping, or just washing your eyes outside the house, so?"

"Ordinary girlfriends or girlfriends, huh? What is clear dong if you want to ask. Don't be ambiguous."

"Whatever."

"Ever, same girlfriend. I was in high school."

"Casak the hell boy as handsome as you date him just like High School doang?"

"Humphs. Because of Junior High I don't like being close to girlfriends." Zikra assured. "in college, I don't think I have a girl."

"Let me guess. The girl who's your girlfriend must be Ayu's mom, right?" the girl looked confident.

Zikra only smiled slightly looking at his wife's papah. As if there is no jealousy when calling the name of another girl who is none other than her husband's ex-boyfriend. He nodded in confirming.

"But our relationship was not long. Because after Papa found out about our relationship, Papa immediately moved my school to the outside of the province." Zikra's facial hue looked grim. "said Papa I can no longer be in contact with Tara. If I wanted to have a boyfriend, Papa would meet me with another girl, who has been betrothed to me from childhood."

"Yes?" Syifa was surprised. "it turns out not much different from me," he murmured himself.

"Why did you have a boyfriend before my marriage?"

"Humphs. Eleven twelve is with you" he said unhappily.

Zikra chuckles. "Oh yeah? Cook anyway?"

"Udah, do not discuss it again, later my appetite will disappear if it continues to offend the past," he said quickly.

"Well, you started, but you were sensi yourself. Funny you ..." Zikra could not control his hand pinching Syifa's chin. With a pouting face the girl did not dismiss her husband's affectionate pinch.

Syifa and Zikra's stomachs were full. The body was clean and fresh after bathing and changing clothes. Even the night has come. It is time to lay a tired body on the bed. Last night the two men slept in the same bed. But not at the moment. They slept separately in their own rooms. Like a pair of lovers who are drunk, Syifa and Zikra think of each other without them knowing themselves. The memories of last night still lingered in their minds.

Suddenly Syifa's phone rang. Without moving he grabbed her on the bedside table. His forehead frowned when he saw the name of Zikra on the screen.

"Squeaky. What's up, huh?" sit up.

"Hello." the voice on the other side sounded soft.

"Yes, hello."

"Are you asleep?" zikra asked across sounded cautious, as if afraid of disturbing.

"Yet. After all, when I'm asleep, how can I pick up the phone from you."

"Mahaha ..." Zikra chuckled small. "sometimes you're funny too huh."

"Funny?" Syifa furrowed her brows.

"Yes. I think you're funny too."

Syifa's face was red. Smiling shyly but hurriedly changing an angry expression to cover up his feelings. "Funny what? You think I'm a clown?"

"No. That's not what I meant." Zikra hurriedly confirmed before her girl actually exploded in anger. "you're funnier than an ugly clown. More beautiful than a Barbie doll."

Oh gosh. Could Zikra seduce me again?

Syifa's heart beat faster. His smile could not be controlled, although it cleared its throat many times so that his smile would not be heralded. His heart was blossomed by an infinite sense of happiness. For the first time Zikra revealed such sweet words.

"Buck!"

"No. I'm no longer a tombal. Swears!"

"Basic guy!"

"Yes, girl."

Syifa chuckled amusedly.

"What time is college?" ask from across the street to divert the conversation.

"I think I'm coming home a little late, because my college schedule is tight."

"Oh." Zikra was silent for a moment making Syifa curious and agitated.

"Zikra ... Are you still there, Zik?"

"Yes. I'm still here." Zikra leaned her back on the head of the bed. "tomorrow do you have time?" tanyanya doubt.

"There was. But it's kind of night."

"No papa. I'll see you in the park tomorrow."

"The garden? Why?" Syifa was a little surprised.

"Come tomorrow, you'll know."

"Ngomonga only now, don't guess the mangosteen fruit that. Make me curious."

"Emang deliberately make you curious."

"Ih, nasty!"

"Would you like to say surprise is evil?"

"Surprise?" Syifa surprised.

"Don't talk about it now. It won't be a surprise." she's quick.

Syifa endured the joyful laughter that almost exploded.

"Yes already. It was night, sleeping. Tomorrow you can bad luck wake up if you sleep last night."

"okay."

"Good night to ya."

"Night ..."

"A beautiful dream." Zikra hung up on her phone. Putting his phone near his pillow. Then lay down the body.

Syifa could not dampen her sense of happiness while hugging her own phone on the chest. He jumped in excitement then hurriedly closed his mouth before his shrieking voice broke the silence. He was also worried that Zikra knew of his current feelings. Because he was embarrassed to admit his feelings. The girl immediately arranged her sleeping position. I hope this night goes by with a good dream. As beautiful as the morning sun shining tomorrow morning.

　

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