Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Suddenly Big Dipper

Syifa grew shocked as the woman led her into the spacious school hall. There were already many people crowded the room. Looks like there's a party. Not a big party or a fancy one. The invited guests who attended were not shown a striking social status. From the faces Syifa observed they all seemed to be the same age.

"Now you have to go on stage. We are all tired of waiting for you to come. And we can't handle them anymore, because they can't wait to hear your voice" he said at length. "I hope you don't miss it again."

Syifa frowned. Trying to digest the meaning of each sentence that slid from the lips of a woman in front of him. He scratched his head that was not itchy while grinning like a fool.

Whatisthis? He said what I don't understand.

"But I'm not ..." Syifa scanned both of her palms.

"Come on, get on!" his insistence pushed Syifa's body closer to the stage.

Syifa is trying to explain that she is not a singer. But she's just an ordinary girl who can't sing.

Oh my God, how is this? My sister kept pushing me to sing on stage. I'm not an artist, I'm not a singer. If I want to go up on stage, and my voice sounds ugly, I can't imagine how they all reacted. .. Same thing I killed myself.

Syifa grunted heavily.

Outside the building. Two young men were talking seriously.

"Bon, I ask now that you must stop Puspa," asked the young man who was later identified as Zikra.

"But Zik ..."

"He's not the artist you're waiting for." Zikra wanted to explain, but she knew now was not the right time. He had to save the girl. If not the reunion event will be further destroyed by the voice of the girl who is not necessarily pleasant to hear.

"meaning?" tanya Bonang did not understand.

"Most of them." Zikra moved in leaving his friend in front of the building.

Inside the hall. The frenzied crowd of people who filled the room seemed enthusiastic to see someone standing on the stage.

Syifa was already standing on stage. His face looked pale. Both of his hands were shaking tightly grasping the microphone. His eyes looked around the room. He doesn't know what to do.

Suddenly everyone started to rile just seeing Syifa standing on stage.

"Let's sing a piece!" pekik woman named Puspa half yelled.

The singing? How come? Hold the microphone my body is hot like this. So boro-boro I can

the singing?

Shortly afterwards Zikra came with his friend Bonang.

Syifa looked at the handsome young man. His eyes were prying, as if he were asking for help.

Zikra returned the young girl's gaze. Then spoke to Puspa, explaining about the middle girl

sitting on stage.

"Let's sing!" exclaimed one of the invited guests standing right in front of the stage.

"Yes, we-we just want to see you as a statue on the stage" said another guest.

Hustle and bustle began to happen. They were all really angry and furious.

Puspa did not seem to accept any reason for Zikra. With annoyed handed over knitting bag belonging to Syifa who had suffered for refusing to go on stage. Then the attractive woman, asked one of the accompanying music members to start immediately.

The drum-stitched drum sound is accompanied by the accompaniment of the sound of other musical instruments, to create a musical rhythm composition that

euphonious. Instantly the low boisterous atmosphere of the audience began to orderly. No one protests anymore.

Oh my God, this gimna? What do I have to sing? I have never sung in public like this. I just sing in the shower.

Syifa grunted heavily. Look at the audience who can't wait to sing.

Zikra moved closer to the edge of the stage.

"You sing all you can" he added.

Syifa shook her head.

"Think you're not on stage. Imagine if you were somewhere else."

Syifa still could not have the courage. His head shook again.

"Come, sing!" exciting Zikra. "Singing the song you used to sing in the bathroom."

Syifa was almost crying.

"I'm sure you can. Close your eyes when you're scared."

Syifa tried to control herself. Trying to follow the advice of a young man who is completely unfamiliar to him. Closing eyes. He thought of himself as being alone in the bathroom. Holding a microphone is like holding a dipper while taking a shower. The noisy voices inside the school hall were suddenly silent.

Syifa took a deep breath. A song owned by Rizky Fabian, melodious from Syifa's lips. Reach all that

present amazed.

Zikra smiled with relief. Slowly he walked away from the stage. Enjoy the beautiful voice of the girl who should

not being here.

Sorry, miss, I didn't mean to prank you. I'll apologize to him after getting off the stage. Her thought.

Zikra's smile was still expanding. He decided to avoid the crowd.

Zikra wished the girl was still waiting for him in the cafe. While he has not been able to move from his reunion show which was almost destroyed because the artist filler suddenly fell. Then he left the party room, looking for a more comfortable place to call. The girl's knitting bag is still with her. Without awkwardness he slid on his shoulder.

A name that read 'Syifa' appeared on her phone screen. He quickly made a phone call.

Suddenly a different phone inside Syifa's bag rang. At first Zikra hesitated to take it. Worrying

the girl was angry at him for touching her belongings. But Zikra was surprised, when his phone connection was missed to turn off automatically, then Syifa's phone died.

Finally, he dared to take Syifa's phone from the bag. How surprising. Syifa mobile screen

heavily damaged. But the girl kept letting it go, as if there were no attempts to be fixed.

Zikra called the number again. Syifa's phone rings again. The young man gasped. He did not expect that

the girl who had been waiting for this afternoon was now in front of her eyes. A happy hue instantly emanated clearly on his face. The smile on his lips was clear. But Zikra wondered why the girl did not recognize him even though he was carrying a bouquet of pink roses. Even if it should be red. And more surprisingly Syifa was seen not carrying a rose.

Zikra wants to deny it based on the facts in the CTKP. But there is something more difficult to deny is

the number he had dialed was in his hand. Several times the results have been tried the same.

"It can't be like this."

"Hey, what are you doing with me? You want to face me, right?" syifa's accusation suddenly appeared before Zikra.

Zikra hastily cut off her phone.

"No, what do you do? You're an important person in this country, until I've tapped you" he said.

Hand over all Syifa's belongings.

"Continue, what was the elo-check my phone?" the investigation is suspicious.

"Oh, that's how you sounded, and I kept coming out of the bag. But after that I was confused between answering or

notwithstanding. So yes ..." Zikra hung her words confused to give any more reason.

Syifa immediately checked her phone. Turns out Zikra was right there were a lot of call notifications on incoming calls. He's riled.

How'this? Syifa looks very frustrated. She was afraid that her future husband would complain about this afternoon's meeting with his parents. What will he answer later. Sighing heavily.

"Aren't you hungry?" tanyanya diverted the conversation.

Whahuh?

"Yes that. I did not have time to eat or snack. It was all because of the Elo that I went to

this bum." his grunts turned his face away. "Elo has to pay for my hard work today."

"Work hard?"

"Yes. I was told to sing on stage. I'm definitely not a singer."

"Oh yes." Zikra gave a small smile, paying attention to the look on Syifa's face that turned out to be noticed

adorable too.

It turned out that the girl who was standing in front of him, was the little girl he used to play with when he was

a small. Now the girl has metamorphosed into a beautiful girl.

"Hey, Mas, Bang," Syifa's palm waved before Zikra's face.

Zikra blinked, conscious of her daydream.

"Ah, how the hell, he said he wanted to make sure to eat, uh now even daydream."

"Sori-sori." Zikra is not happy because it is found to be daydreaming.

Zikra took Syifa to the restaurant. Order some food for them to eat. Not to forget drinking water is also ordered. In his heart Zikra was eager to tell Syifa, that he was a young man who wanted to be met this afternoon. But stop him. Because since arriving at the restaurant, Syifa continued to discuss the young man she met at the cafe, then disappeared somewhere.

"She had found another young man in the cafe, whom she thought was her future husband" she whispered

in heart.

All the food and drinks they ordered have come. Without hesitation Syifa ate it.

"Who knows that guy isn't the guy you're looking for" Zikra suddenly said.

Syifa was shocked and coughed at Zikra's words. In a hurry he grabbed his drinking glass, then gulped it down

almost half.

Although I actually hope so.

"Sori. I mean, you think the guy you want to meet isn't him, it's somebody else."

zikra confirmed.

"Where can I think of that. I've never seen him, and look at what he looks like. Lagian

I believe in Nadya. He may not have lied to me. He is my true friend."

"But he's just a normal human being, he could be wrong."

"Emang anyway."

"Aren't you trying to think that the guy you're going to is me?"

"Udah stress time you yes. Yes, it is not. In part, the reason I believe that guy's the guy I'm fooled into, is,

because he brought a red rose."

Zikra.

"Elo forgot it? Elo will bring a bouquet of pink roses," continued the girl smiling with satisfaction. "Lo weird!"

If before coming to the cafe, I could still get a stock of red roses, maybe it was not a misunderstanding like this.

Zikra recalled the incident he had experienced before coming to the cafe. He came to the floris shop

buy the red roses required in her blind date. But somehow every place that comes is always out of stock red roses. Then he was ten minutes late from the appointed time. Without a second thought directly buy the existing rose stock. Incidentally of the many colors of roses that are left only pink look attractive in his eyes.

　

　

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