Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

The Bridge of Love

The night sky was gradually bright. I saw the sound of the dawn prayer resounding the silence of the morning.

Syifa opened her eyes slowly, waking up from her sleep. Since becoming Lady Zikra the girl slowly got used to waking up early. Sometimes even earlier than the sound of roosters crowing in the morning. Do your job like a good wife. Prepare breakfast and other necessities related to the household. Except to take care of room service for her husband.

The most delicious habit after waking up is to squirm the body on the mattress. Stimulate bones that are silent for several hours of rest during sleep. So does Syifa often. But when he was about to move his body backwards, he suddenly felt something heavy leaning on his back, and a little burden rested on his waist up to his stomach. In addition there are regular slow gusts that feel blowing his nape.

Syifa quickly opened the blanket that was still covering her. Suddenly he was shocked when he saw a hand curled around his waist. The nervousness and loud whirring in his two chest cavities suddenly slipped in disturbing his calm soul.

Oh my God! Whose hand is this? Oh Allah .. This is not a magical hand right?

Slowly Syifa raised the hand, putting it behind her body. Then lowered his legs to get out of bed. However, his feet had not touched the floor suddenly the foreign hand pulled him, falling back on the mattress.

"Where are you? It's still dark outside, dear .. "reprove someone with a distinctive raucous voice like someone who just woke up. Makes the feathers of Syifa creep.

The innocent girl turned to the source of the voice.

"Huh?! W-ka-you?" he said it was a shock. "why here?" furrowed his brows in wonder.

Zikra chuckled with eyes that were still half-literate. Then kiss Syifa's forehead.

"You forgot that? Whose room is this?"

"Who?"

"This is my room dear .." said Zikra pinched his wife's dear cheek.

"What?" Syifa jumped to her seat while stroking her cheek. His face was red. Spread his eyes around the room. His eyes widened after realizing he was inside Zikra.

"But now it's our room."

Hurriedly he covered his wide-open mouth. "how could that possibly happen? Impossible! This must be untrue" he whispered in his heart.

"Why? How do you look like you're in shock?" Zikra sat down, leaning his head on Syifa's shoulder, "it was very different with you last night."

"Eh! That's .. anu ..." Syifa got out of bed. The girl was so nervous that she was almost at a loss for words. "night? What happened last night?"

"That night, you enjoyed our time together. Not like now, you look more like someone with amnesia." Zikra smiled seductively as she combed her hair that was scrambled with her hands. "if you really forgot the incident last night, I can repeat it so you can remember again." the young man came down from the bed moving closer to him.

"ah! No-no!" Syifa waved her hand. "ih! What the fuck are you?" sulukannya. Then try to remember what happened last night. "oh, my goodness!" he whispered as he closed his mouth after having managed to remember everything. "so, last night I was the same him.." his face suddenly paled. "our whole night ..."

"Yes. Last night we slept on the same bed, and shared the air," Zikra deliberately teased the innocent girl with a modified story. "then we both went through a long night with ..."

Zikra's words managed to make Syifa agitated and strange-minded.

"So, last night we did .. geez ..." Syifa's throat suddenly choked. "you, you're not lying to me anymore, are you?" continued raucous.

"Honey .. we are married, means everything we do is lawful. So, naturally dong if we do anything alone?" Zikra stroked Syifa's hair tip gently. "you don't strain that, dong!"

Syifa was so shocked that she unconsciously wet her eyes and almost cried. Zikra hugged her girl to lift her.

"You just calm down. We haven't done anything yet. I still want to wait for you until you're really ready to be Lady Zikra" he whispered in his wife's ear.

"What?"

Zikra nodded.

"But .. you said ..."

"Yes. I intentionally seduced you. Uh, you're getting serious."

"Didnit! You're evil!" shifa's ribuk hit Zikra's chest.

"Ouch!" screech while pretending to grin in pain. Holding the part of his body that Syifa had hit dramatically.

"Oh, my goodness! Sori, sori, the tightness, did I hit him?" Syifa immediately rubbed it.

Zikra chuckled amusedly.

"Ih! Bummer!" Syifa. Without the ba-bi-bu girl turning around, stepping away towards the door. He was a little surprised when the door was unlocked. Then leave without excuse.

*

After finishing the bath and morning prayers, Syifa immediately stood in the kitchen as usual. This morning was a bit more special due to the presence of her sister-in-law, Aini. So he deliberately cooked more several different food menus. Although her cooking skills are still too standard, the girl still prepares the menu according to her ability.

In the midst of his busy cooking in the kitchen, suddenly remembered the incident last night with Zikra. Makes him feel ashamed himself. There was an unusual sensation of shock and difficulty to be digested by his brain.

"How can a handsome Zikra, who is always valued by many girls, fall in love with me? I'm just an ordinary girl with no charm. In High School I was eliminated by Rima. Especially now my rival is not a canned-girl. But strangely I can eliminate the beautiful Maak Ayu not kelulungan." he muttered while chuckling small, waiting for the chicken soup that was being cooked boiling. Her smile expands feeling a sense of happiness that cannot be expressed with just words. Without realizing it the vegetable spoon that was being held touched his lips. "woh! It's boiling!" his cries spread his daydream.

After all the dishes he made were completed, Syifa immediately prepared on the dining table.

"Hmph! It's a crotch, huh!" grunting relief.

Not long after, Aini walked out of the room straight into the kitchen. The aroma of cooking out the pleasure of piercing his nose, teasing the worms that reside in his stomach so a protest.

"Well, that's delicious! Everything is ready, just eat it," he added stroking his stomach.

"Yes dong." Syifa said proudly.

Aini pulled the chair and sat down.

"Lumayan, good food too. I'm definitely not hungry to stay with elo."

"Yes that. Do you think I don't have it to make your sister miserable?"

"Sometimes."

"Rese lo!"

Aini grinned coldly.

"Bw! I haven't made the same calculation yet."

"What calculation?"

"Don't pretend to pilon lo!" Syifa nyolot. "elo right that ngunciin me last night?"

"Oh!" Aini raised her shoulders.

"Kok elo just said 'oh' doang anyway?"

"Abis, what else am I gonna say?"

"Yes ... elo not really wrong, or say sorry to me."

Aini and Syifa kept fighting no one would budge. The habits of SMA are still carried away until now. The difference when there was Nadya who always supported Syifa.

"Okay ... What's the matter? Brother-in-law with sister-in-law in the morning was noisy?" zikra's reprimand suddenly came. He deliberately pulled the chair next to Syifa and sat down.

"You should be grateful to me," Ujra Aini defended herself. "because I lock it in my room Aa, you can be with my Aa, right?" cold grin looks at Syifa's red neck sign. "like .. Last night elo up to my same climax."

"Climax? What do you mean? I don't understand!"

"Use pretending again. That's a red mark on your neck!" Aini pointed at the neck of her sister-in-law. "so the proof. If you're with me I said nothing last night."

"Red mark? What's?" Syifa frowned confusedly while touching her neck.

Zikra did not want to take a vote. But could not bear to see his wife bullied by his own sister. Moreover, the problem happened because of his actions.

Syifa looked at Zikra intently as if her gaze was saying, "come on, tell me what happened between us last night!"

Zikra looked a little nervous. But he tried to be indifferent as if nothing had happened. He was busy filling his plate with rice and side dishes.

"Come, we'll eat!" the thrill diverts the conversation. "well, your cooking is getting better and better, yes." he praised with a forced smile.

"Mazan ..." Syifamenggrit his teeth with a gaze without blinking.

"Yes?" the young man was still busy finishing his breakfast. "good! It's yummy!"

"Curtain! It tastes so bland, what's so good?" Aini put her tablespoon on the plate, after being curious to taste Syifa's cooking.

Syifa snorted annoyedly feeling frustrated at not getting any answers. He got up from his seat and went to look for a mirror in his room. He was very curious about the red mark on his neck.

OMG! That's right what Aini said. Syifa found a red mark on her neck. Could it be caused by an insect sting? But, the question is what type of insect has stung it to leave a unique red stain? A cockroach? A mosquito?

"Well, did I get bitten by a mosquito or a cockroach last night? The feeling in Zikra's room was clean. There was nothing," Syifa tried to remember the events of last night. "except ..." suddenly she was reminded when Zikra pecked her neck last night. "hhkkz!" his face was red.

Zikra only watched Syifa in silence. After returning from her room, the girl suddenly became quiet. Maybe he was mad at her for the red marks?

"Aa, is there a no-show this weekend?" Tanya Aini shifted her gaze.

"Weekend?"

"Isn't it possible that Aa still wants to work?"

"Ah, that ..." Zikra did not have a proper reason for rejecting his sister's invitation.

"Don't tell me Aa has an appointment with someone else. Remember lo A, we rarely meet now. Lagian Dede can not every day back and forth Bekasi-Jakarta just to find Aa here."

Zikra did not comment.

"O you know, Fa?"

"What?" the question is not focused.

"Itshh! Elo still galfok the same kiss mark on your neck?"

"What the hell lo?" Syifa did not seem to like it when Aini mentioned something related to the red mark on her neck.

"Sensely lo, like another PMS."

Syifa was indifferent.

Aini gave a short sigh. He felt goiter looking at Syifa's indifferent expression.

"Aa, during the marriage with the hemp," Aini deliberately did not mention her brother-in-law's name by swinging her chin towards him. Syifa turned her head cynically while blasting her lips. "had gone on a honeymoon what was it?" continued curious.

Zikra shook her head. Syifa indifferently tidied the dining table. Bring all the dirty dishes to the dishwasher. Then wash it clean.

"It's good that way."

"good? What's so good?" Zikra frowned. "cook does not go honeymoon is good?"

"Aa... do not misunderstand first with Dede," he said to calm down. "meaning Dede tuh, want to make sure Aa with the sister-in-law who is again sensitive, go to the resort of Dede's college friends."

"Recorts?"

"Hump!" Aini nodded and then grinned. "actually .. Dede's purpose home .. In addition to no college activities, Dede already agreed to play to his resort. You see, he told me not far from the resort there is an old bridge that was originally abandoned. He said the bridge was now well cared for by local authorities. And open to the public. Listen, that bridge can bring couples together. That's why the bridge is called the bridge of love."

"So, the core of you coming home wants to prove it, is it?" Zikra immediately scolded Aini.

"Hehehre. How did Aa know that?" Aini laughed silly while pitting her two index fingers slowly.

"That's it! Your man is clearly giving his instructions. Cook that Aa doesn't know."

"So, will Aa come?"

"Can. But ... Aa wonder who is the guy who has made Aa's sister so smitten gini huh?" Zikra pinched Aini's cheek.

"Ih ... Aa, sick ..." Aini's sulk was spoiled while stroking her cheek. "actually Dede wanted to know Aa as someone special. Well ... Even though we're not official yet, but we're very close."

Syifa turned the water tap after finishing washing the dishes.

"Syifa, I've agreed to come. Then Elo will come too, right?"

"Sori, I'm not following along," she said coldly.

"Lho, why?"

"Today I want to come and pick me up," Syifa glanced at Zikra. Seen the expression of the handsome guy's face was cold. "so, if you want to go take your brother aja."

"It's so you, I have a very handsome Aa who is not this kelirungan?"

"Hengs! Let alone say, it must be so."

"Eh, Syif. Elo not worried what, Aa I have something wrong?" search Aini curious.

Syifa just grinned coldly.

"Peft! You think your brother is a clothesline?" chirping.

"So there are many beautiful girls who will certainly be crazy about the same deadly charm."

"Dede ... What are you talking about?" ask Zikra awkwardly. Ruffling Aini's hair is fat.

"Aa, Dede's hair gets messy," Aini tidied up her hair.

"Sori, I go to the room first, want to be ready." he passed away. Straight into his room. Closing the door with both hands extended backwards without turning over.

Slowly Syifa walked forward to the suitcase she had prepared. All his clothes were almost a hundred percent moved into another suitcase.

I don't know why there's something uncomfortable in Syifa's heart. Could it be that the feeling was rightly said to be an expression of her sadness. Soon he will be away with his parents. That means he will part with Zikra who is either temporarily, or perhaps forever.

This has been a lot of interest for Syifa for months. But why now, the time had come his heart could not be happy. Suddenly there were clear hairs dripping from his eyes.

"Hhh? Zikra... What are you doing?" ask Syifa nervously.

"Please, don't move!" she said, "let me hug you like this."

Syifa. Zikra buried her face over the shoulder of the girl.

"Are you really going to go also ningalin me?" ask Zikra softly. "our love story has just begun. You still owe me the same expression of love."

"Ehhh! About that ..." Syifa was wriggling over her husband's embrace which made her uncomfortable. "Zikra .. from the beginning you already know, if I will..."

"Hmm.." without further ado Zikra immediately silenced Syifa's mouth with her lips. No matter how much Syifa struggled to break away, she did not want to let go and continued to*********** until she was satisfied.

Syifa tried to regulate her breathing after she managed to escape.

"Syifa," Zikra clasped the girl's hands tightly. "please don't leave me alone to languish without you. We are married, we should live together forever. Only God and death can separate us."

Syifa. Her eyes were suddenly wet with the sweet greeting of the young man who claimed to be her husband.

"You go with Father and Mother, I come too. Don't ever talk about goodbye again, let alone any intention of leaving me. Do you understand?"

"But, our marriage is just a serial marriage."

Zikra hugged Syifa. "You don't worry about that. I've taken care of everything so that our marriage is registered civil. Just wait for Father-Mother to come, we hold a re-marriage agreement all together for our massive wedding reception."

Syifa smiled with relief. It was as if the burden in his heart was slowly lightening.

*

Aini looked impatiently wanting to leave immediately. His suitcase had been in the trunk of Zikra's car.

Not long ago. Zikra and Syifa came out with a suitcase that was not large in size. They were only filled with a few pieces of clothing that belonged to the two of them, as they only stayed for two days. Then Zikra kept her suitcase in the nagasi next to Aini's suitcase.

"Hore .. ready to go!" aini cheer happy.

"Hey!" the voice of a young woman sounded very familiar.

Syifa turned to the source of the voice. His face looked at the man. The woman's smile looks sweet but stored thorns that are ready to stab her heart.

Zikra was surprised to see his arrival. Judging from the suitcase he carried made the handsome young man wonder, from where did the girl know that they were going.

"Tar-Tara?" Zikra frowned. Then I turned to Syifa. He could read his wife's dislike expression. And he knows what he has to do.

"Can I join?"

"Of course you can, right A?" sahut Aini enthusiastic. "luckily Mbak Tara came on time. If it's five minutes late, we can't be alone."

"Oh, so you invited him to come?" ask Zikra disappointed.

"Sori ..."

"You can't blame your brother, Fatir. This is all because I wanted to come along. But you don't have to worry, I won't bother you." explained Ayuniatara.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, because it just so happens that the company is no longer having an event near where you guys are on vacation. So, I don't think there's any harm if we can go together." Ayuniatara attempted to negotiate. Although he knew Zikra was not the kind of guy who was easy to woo. "the reason is my car again in the workshop, it was suddenly broke down on the road."

"Sori, I don't want you." said ZIkra coldly. "lagain, you will have more than one car, so no problem kalo ..."

"Zik, justin Ma'am Ayu with us. After all, we're one way and one goal." Syifa said.

"But ..."

"Udah deh A, don't putty. It's noon, letting us go now."

Zikra only snorted short. I don't understand what the two stupid girls are thinking. He immediately sat in the steering chair, turning on the engine.

Aini got in the car, sat in the back seat.

Ayuniatara thrust her suitcase at Syifa secan saying, "Now, get my suitcase in the trunk of the car now!" after that get into the car occupy the seat next to Zikra.

Syifa simply resignedly followed the wishes of Ayuniatara. When he finished, he was a little sad to see the chair he was supposed to be in, was already filled by someone else. Not wanting to cause a commotion just a matter of seating, he immediately sat in the back seat beside Aini.

"Well, you're sitting there?" reprimand Zikra growled as he stared at the rearview mirror above his head. "let's go ahead!"

Syifa.

"Fatir, here is it me, cook the hell you can I share a chair with Syifa?"

"Udah deh A, just a seat does not need to be rotated. Like a kid." sungungt Aini.

"But it ..."

"Udah Zik's. It's true what Aini said. It's just a seat, no problem, I'm sitting where I am. What matters is that our journey is smooth." Syifa tried wisely so that her husband would not be upset.

Goody! Finally the girl was aware of her position. (Ayuniatara)

"But you are ..."

"Zikra, no! Let's walk!" syifa.

Zikra could not argue with him. He tightly gripped his steering wheel in annoyance, directly running his car.

Throughout the journey Syifa was made tired of life by Ayuniatara's pretentious attitude towards Zikra. Sometimes the girl leaned her head on Zikra's shoulder. Although several times warned Zikra not to stick it. Ayuniatara seemed unconcerned.

Hmh! It turns out that guy is the same place. It looks like a kitchen cat. Can't see that there are salty fish that are not tempered directly in the pasture! (Shyifa).

Aini doesn't care about the conditions around her. He was just busy with his phone, opening the social media and updating his posts.

Syifa averted her eyes staring out the car window. Suddenly, he was shocked when his phone rang. He hesitated to receive the call after seeing the name of Panji on the screen.

"Why the speed is not lifted anyway, noisily know!" lamented Aini was disturbed by his calm.

Then Syifa shifted the green button.

"Hello!"

Zikra glanced at the rearview mirror looking at his wife's movements in the back seat. He was very upset at the girl who did not want to obey his orders.

"Yes, I know" Syifa said, ending her phone call.

Zikra.

"Call from whom? Panji huh?" tanyakanya.

"Yes." Yeah."

"the banner? Who's that?" Aini's curious follow-up. "lo's affair, huh?"

"When lo, like garbage that is not thrown in place." said Syifa.

"Curtain! Your mouth is spicy like red cayenne pepper!" sahut Aini.

After traveling a few hours finally Zikra's car arrived at the risort area owned by Aini's friend.

Aini smiled happily, especially after getting off the car the person she expected to come to welcome.

Syifa snorted annoyedly at the behavior of Ayuniatara. She still clings to her husband. But he could not express his frustration. Not enough courage to grab the hair of another girl like the one in the soap opera themed infidelity.

What a kitchen cat! I really enjoyed the touch of another girl! (Shyifa)

You squat chick with IQ! Her husband was teased by another girl, and she was a herd there! (Zikra)

"Aa, know this name Agra, a friend of Dede's campus". " said Aini with a smile.

"Oh, so this is the one who's already ..."

"Don't say anything weird."

"Hello, what should I call you? Aa, Mas, Brother?"

"Whatever, call Mas not bad either."

"OKAY. Mas Zikra, know my name is Agra, Aura's college friend."

Zikra frowned to hear Agra mention Aini's name as Aura.

"Bak Tara, how can you be with them anyway?" agra looks familiar.

"Yes. His car suddenly broke down on the road. So, be with them."

"Lho, Ma'am Tara knows Agra too?"

"Not only know, but instead already know the inside out of this rancid boy." Ayuniatara ruffled Agra's hair chuckling.

"Sir, don't talk carelessly."

Aini and Zikra frowned.

"So, Tara's sister is my cousin."

"Oh!" Aini and Zikra nodded.

"Sir, this is his girlfriend who often mentioned?"

"Daughter?" Zikra frowned, staring at Ayuniatara sharply.

"You like to joke around." Ayuniatara embraced Agra while rubbing the young man's shoulders violently. As if giving a code so as not to say much more.

"OKAY. Let's go in and I'll show you all your rooms." exclaimed Agra kindly to divert the conversation.

"Wait on! Where's Syifa?" Zikra spread his gaze around.

"Shyfa?" Agra seemed to be very familiar with that name.

Syifa was still busy replying to her chat with Nadya. The girl suddenly asked Syifa's parents who she said would come to pick her up.

Agra bought eyes to see the figure of the girl he had missed for years.

"Shyifa!" peek Agra when he just saw it. "elo .. elo right Syifa right?" the guy moved closer to Syifa.

Kontan Syifa turned to look for the source of the voice. He was stunned to see his old friend. They were both once Junior High. But when Agra High School with his parents moved to Surabaya.

"Agra?" symphonic.

Zikra glared as the rancid boy suddenly hugged his wife. If it wasn't for Aini she would have landed her raw bogem on Agra. Then he just tightly gripped his hand until it formed a fist to hold back his anger.

Agra and Syifa appear to have sunk during their Junior High. They subconsciously ignored the three people who had only been spectators.

Rona Aini's face paled to see the togetherness of the guy who had been estimated. Jealousy and hurt filled the bottom of his heart.

Ayuniatara smiled with satisfaction at the jealous faces before her.

*

Before lunch Agra invited them to visit the bridge Aini had told him about this morning. To get there they are just on foot. The road leading in that direction can only be reached on foot. While the distance that must be traveled is quite far.

Aini tried to always stay close to Agra. While Agra wants to always be close to Syifa to remember the past Junior High. Of course Zikra was not comfortable seeing his wife close to another guy. In addition, he was difficult to escape from Ayuniatara who suddenly always attached it like a caterpillar.

"Remember Tara, among us it is over." whispered Zikra warning.

"I knew. But I like it. And look at the girl you call your wife, she's even engrossed in walking with another guy. Are you not jealous?"

"It's none of your business!" tukas Zikra brushed off Ayuniatara's hand and sped his way.

Ayuniatara grinned cynically.

They finally arrived at the bridge. The bridge of love that has myths surrounding the world of love. The bridge looks unique. With a striking pink color and has a height of six meters above ground level. Because it is very high and has many stairs, then that can go through the bridge is only intended for humans only.

After passing the bridge, visitors will be presented with a view of the sea. In addition, there are four gazebos at the end of a flat wooden bridge facing each other. The place can be used by visitors to shelter.

Syifa, Zikra, Agra, Aini and Ayuniatara stood imprinted under the bridge of love. Staring strangely the stepped bridge forms a fairly high staircase.

"Agra, let's go up!" yelled Aini extending her hand.

"Syifa, you want to go up? We're with yuk!" agra said suddenly.

Aini disappointed not welcome.

Syifa gasped at Agra's invitation. The guy should have accepted Aini's invitation.

"Fatir, we go up first yuk!" Ayuniatara did not want to miss.

Zikra grabbed Syifa's hand. Tuck his fingers between Syifa's fingers tightly. Directly moving up together.

Syifa who still seems confused just come along. Bridge with her husband with a happy feeling.

Even if the myth is true or not. May our love be forever.

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