Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Our Love

Aini drives Zikra's car to the hospital. She was very worried about her brother's condition. After being treated by a doctor and allowed to go home, the bright-skinned girl immediately took him home to her parents.

Almost a week since the events at the resort, Zikra has not returned home. During that time Syifa took the initiative to stay at Nadya's house afraid of being confined to her own solitude at home. But lingering in the house of others was not as comfortable as his own home. So tonight he forced himself to stay at home. Though fear does not undo his intention to endure the solitude of silent friends.

"Elo this stupid what an idiot anyway, Cipa? Cook your husband with another girl, elo quiet so sincere?" nadya's spray sounded sarcastic after hearing her story after coming home from the resort. The girl was very angry with her best friend's stupid attitude. Both his hands gripped the air. "like your brain is already gesrek, until ***lo rusty."

"Elo don't talk about it, Nad. It's as if I'm not useful at all" Syifa said.

"Abis elonya .. ah!" Nadya looked frustrated. "gue so astonished the same elo. Actually elo love is not the same Bang Zikra?"

"Gue's still in doubt, Nad." said Syifa quietly.

"Cipa .. want until when to hesitate continue to feel the same way you? Elo waits until Bang Zikra gets tired of your attitude, so, he turns away from the elo, go take another girl, is that it?"

Syifa fell silent in silence.

"For nothing! I really don't understand elo. Though yesterday elo once said, if Bang Zikra already love the same elo. You also slept in the same bed. So, how are you doubting again?" Nadya scratched her head that did not itch while ruffling her own hair was anxious. "or.don't-don't-don't elo not hesitate to love Bang Zikra. But your heart has been poisoned by Angga rancid. So elo still ngarepin him, playboy class teri it right?" he said, "remember, the most beautiful ex-lo was married to Rima, and now they have a baby."

"ah! What the hell is that talking about, Nad? I never remember him again." Syifa tried to cover up her feelings. But deep down, he was also happy that the former could string his life to be happier. There's a relief sneaking into his sanitary cavity. "where was I thinking about him?"

Nadya gave a short breath. "You don't remember him anymore, evidenced dong!"

"Evidence? How's it going?" ask Syifa plain.

"Thanks .. deh Cipa ..ough!" Nadya clasped the air grimly. "yes elo must reveal your feelings of the same Bang Zikra directly. That's not the time for you?"

His longing for Zikra was felt all over his body to torture his mind. Syifa was just crying while looking at the picture of her husband. Wish the young man came home and hugged him warmly. At that time, he would apologize for his stupidity all along.

Syifa was not just holding hands waiting for her husband's return. He had tried to find it by going to Surya's house. Unfortunately, the housekeeper did not allow him to enter to see his Father and Mother-in-law. They reasoned that all the family members were going out of town. Not much information was obtained about Zikra from the guard. Besides her husband stayed for a few days in the big house.

Not just that. Hundreds of times the girl who is now getting thinner, contacted by phone. But always busy. Even the chat-chat he sent was not reciprocated.

Zikra, are you that angry with me? Or maybe you really missed me? Father ... Mother ... Why haven't you guys told me too? Why are you all so willing to stay here alone? Come all of you here!

The night is late. Syifa was not yet sleepy to stay awake. Even though his body was lying on the bed. His eyes felt dull could not be closed. There are many problems that come and go to disturb his mind. First, the problem of his college that was forced to be abandoned because he wanted to live with Father and Mother in Batam. Not to mention the issue of his resignation at work, but Zikra has secretly cleared it through his lawyer. Lastly, the most make his brain and mind still go round and round thinking about Zikra.

"Zikra, have you ever missed me while you were gone?" ask her mind softly. "i'm here kangen you. I'd like to meet you. I want to see your face. Your voice. Anyway everything about you I miss. I want to hug you."

"Mrs Syifa, please think carefully when it comes to household. There is not only one head in it. But there are two heads that have different perceptions," said Mama Dio gave advice yesterday afternoon suddenly ringing in his ear. "marriage is an easy problem. The difficult thing is to run the household heresy to stay lasting until the end of life."

Syifa listened solemnly.

"Marriage on the basis of love, or arranged marriage arranged by our parents, is all a cause for God to unite the two people of His creation. Does it guarantee that people who get married out of love, even they have been dating for years will be happy? But not a few of their households ended in divorce. But many people who get married starting from ta'aruf, or arranged like Nak Syifa, their marriage lasts until they have children."

Syifa's heart was very cold to hear the words of the hijab woman. For a long time he missed the figure of his mother who always gave him advice. His eyes slowly became wet.

"Syifa, if you may suggest, do not ever intend to separate from the husband. Especially asking to be divorced. Remember, the image of a widow is never seen well in the eyes of our society. Widows have always been labeled ugly." Mama Dio stroked Syifa's pitch-black hair, "as good and bad as our spouse is a gift from God. Live everything sincerely and sincerely lillaahi ta'ala."

No tears flowed down her cheeks. Hugged the woman haru.

"Thank you, Ma. My mother was very good with Syifa. Syifa will definitely always remember Mama's advice well."

Today is Syifa's birthday. Mother usually makes birthday cakes for her. Dad was in charge of decorating the living room as a surprise party at midnight, right at 12 pm with Ade, Daddy and Mommy knocking on his bedroom door. I closed Syifa's eyes with my own hands. He led her to the party room, and blew out the candle after reading the prayer first. Even though it is only a small party, it means a lot to his life.

Now, all of those are memories. No more stun parties and cakes made by Mother. But Syifa can still buy them at the nearest bakery store. And celebrate his own birthday. Thankfully, Nadya had a chance to wish him a happy birthday, and gave him a small gift before returning home.

Sadness and tears are felt, after reading prayers and blowing candles. How painful it is to be abandoned by those he loves. There's nothing to do. Can only hope in prayer to the Almighty that those he loves will return quickly with him.

Syifa sat on her bed. Tonight was his first time sleeping at home. Without Zikra. Without his embrace that suddenly appeared without warning. Always make him tremble at the same time goosebumps romanya. He gave a short snort while rubbing his innocent face. Take off the blanket, get off the bed.

Syifa decided to go to the kitchen, take a bottle of cold drinking water from the refrigerator. Put it in a glass. After putting down half a glass of cold water, the girl returned to the room. But not back to his own room. Instead of visiting her husband's room, Zikra.

When he opened the door, his longing spilled. His eyes were eager to see the figure of Zikra with his attitude that later felt very. On the lips of the door Syifa stared at her husband's empty bed. His favorite white bed sheets and bed covers are still neatly arranged. Then Syifa stepped in while closing the door.

Syifa sat on the edge of Zikra's bed. She gently floated the surface of the sheets, then laid her body by placing her head on the pillow. There was the rest of Zikra's body fragrance left on the pillow was piercing into his sense of smell.

He looked very pervasive and enjoyed the scent while closing his eyes. The shadow of Zikra felt real nearby. Reminds him of the first time he slept with the young man in this room. At that time Zikra occupied the side of the mattress that he was currently sleeping on. But when he opened his eyes he was disappointed not to find a figure who was missed. Without feeling Syifa immediately swept away in a dreamland.

The sleeping Syifa subconsciously grabbed the bolster, then held it tightly in her arms. Whether he was conscious or not, he suddenly felt transformed into a foreign object. The reflex of his hand twitching around the object on his side gave off a warm and comfortable energy as he hugged it. The scent of Zikra's body oozed deeply into his sense of smell.

His eyes were still closed, his brows furrowing. His hand movements were slow but intense. Syifa finally woke up. Slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly he was surprised when he saw the figure that had been hugged earlier.

Hakhs! Zikras!

Sontak Syifa moved away. His eyes widened in shock when Zikra woke up, piqued by his sudden movements. His heartbeat rippled violently seeing the young man's newly woken face, turned out to be very handsome. His face paled in fear that Zikra was angry at his sassiness.

"Sorry, I'm so sassy and dirty in your bed." she jumped to her seat.

Syifa got up right away before Zikra got really angry and kicked her out. But unexpectedly, he had not had time to get off the mattress, suddenly Zikra pulled his arm. The contant of his body turned around, crashing and falling on the chest of the young man.

For a moment both of them froze. Syifa's heart beat very fast, making her very nervous. While Zikra seemed happy to enjoy her togetherness with a very close distance.

"Don't! Don't leave! Stay here!" pinta Zikra expectantly while gently stroking Syifa's head. After that kiss her forehead.

Syifa sat down quickly and brushed off Zikra's embrace. Reminds him of the pieces of memories of how he was abandoned during a vacation at the resort a few days ago, such as slides that appear alternately in his eyes.

"I never leave anyone. But I am the one who is always abandoned." he said softly while bowing his face deep. His hands clutching his own thighs.

Zikra sat down. Stunned to hear the last sentence Syifa said. Chalking guilt and regret has left Syifa while on vacation at the resort.

"I'm sorry." put my hands around Syifa's neck, "I left you that day."

Syifa was shocked by Zikra's movements. Tightened while touching her husband's hand that was still coiled around her neck. Her face was red. The murmur was still stirring in his chest.

"I have something specially prepared for you" he said suddenly.

Syifa raised her head. Following Zikra's movements as her hands were held warmly. Move out.

"Sorry yes, your eyes must be closed first," he said asking for permission when just out of the room. Without waiting for an answer from Syifa, he immediately closed his eyes with his own hands. After that, he led her to the living room.

'CiNTAKU HDD, SYIFA'. Such is the writing on the wall with golden balloons. On the floor carpeted has been neatly arranged piles of gift dominated by paper and pink ribbon.

Those gifts?

A feeling of joy and happiness in Syifa's heart simultaneously. His tongue felt stiff to express his gratitude to Zikra. Her tears immediately spread. I don't know when he's prepared all that. Before going to bed, Syifa saw nothing there.

"Happy birthday, baby." Zikra kissed Syifa's forehead. Then wipe the tears of his wife who continues to plunge free from the eye with her thumb.

"When did you get all this ready?" ask Syifa wonder.

Zikra smile. "So, while you were sleeping." led Syifa's hand in her step, sitting on the carpet. Light a candle on a circular tart. Then raised and approached him in front of Syifa's face. "before blowing the candle, you make a wish first."

Syifa closed her eyes and clenched her hands praying in her heart. After that blow out the candles. Then perform the ritual of cutting the cake.

"How much is there?" eyes sparkling.

"Yes. This is the gift I prepared ten years ago."

"What?"

"true." Zikra nodded her head.

She told her story a long time ago, a year after their match, Surya always reminded her of Syifa's birthday, and took her to the shopping center to buy gifts. Surya once advised to always remember and buy gifts. From then on, Zikra got used to it. However, because their families lost contact. So, the gifts just end up in the closet.

"It is fitting that these gifts feel so familiar." he muttered considering the opening of one of the doors of the Zikra closet in the big house. He was so excited to look at all the gifts. Suddenly something caught his attention, "there was his writing. 'happy Syifa's 9th birthday'. And this is the 11th year, how is it different?"

"Yes. I did write like that on purpose to commemorate your birthday every year" Zikra replied quickly.

Syifa smiled happily not expecting all this time it turns out Zikra always remembers her birthday. After a matchmaking event ten years ago, the two families lost contact. Zikra family moved to Surabaya. Surya developed his family's business empire. The Syifa family moved to Bekasi.

"But .. I .. sorry, I never know when your birthday is, let alone a gift." Syifa looked bad.

"Yes, no papa. Come on, open the card!" zikra shouted while stroking Syifa's head.

One by one Syifa opened all the gifts. But he could not open it himself. Therefore, Zikra made it with pleasure.

"Thank you, Zik. You remember my birthday. And I'd like to bother giving all these gifts to me. While your birthday I only give you one gift, it's cheap."

"St! For me many gifts of any size, for me nothing compares to your presence in my life." Zikra smiled cheerfully.

Syifa's heart warms.

Geez ... This is nothing?

"So, I'm a girl how do you mix up with words like that?" Syifa tested her husband's honesty.

"Based on a stupid girl!" Zikra pinched Syifa's nose, until she grimaced in pain. "where was I gombalin other girls besides my own wife."

"Where there is a ngaku. If it turns out, the prison will be full of all."

"You don't believe me, ask Bonang. He knows me best. Because ever since I moved to the same high school, she and I went to college and worked in the same office and same room."

Syifa only snorted loudly while flicking her lips, as if not believing Zikra's words. But in the heart tucked a sense of happiness for the loyalty of her husband that was never shaken.

"When the time in High School until college many girls who pursue me. Even queuing up to be my girlfriend." obviously proud and very narcissistic.

Actually what Zikra said made sense. No one doubts his good looks. Syifa also deeply admitted that. He had also been a victim of bully of Zikra heavy fans while at the KKN place. In addition, what is more real is the presence of Ayuniatara who always wants to wrest the position of Zikra's mistress from him.

"How many girls have been successfully entangled?" he showed an expression of jealousy.

Zikra could clearly see the hue of Syifa's face that began to bete itself. He just smiled a little.

"Nothing. No one made me interested. Other than a stupid and innocent girl. He has a below average confidence level. That's why she's always insecure about expressing her true feelings."

"Nobody else. Because there's only one on this earth."

"Current time? Who?"

"You." Zikra touched the tip of Syifa's nose with his index finger.

Suddenly his face was red. Pengulum his smile was embarrassed.Flowers happiness from Syifa's round eyes.

"I was in love with a girl, and I made her my first boyfriend."

For a moment Syifa's happiness receded into disappointment.

"But I never fell in love many times with the same person. He was my first love." he continued, staring at the bead of his wife's pitch-black eyes. He caught the look of anxiety radiating in Syifa's eyes. But he kept trying to calm down and be a good listener. "i first met him when he was a snot boy. Third and until a few times I saw her again, she was transformed into a beautiful girl in high school uniform. But she still doesn't know me."

"Lho, the third straight. The second one, what about your meeting?" Syifa still could not guess who the girl Zikra was referring to.

"Oh..." Zikra smiled again. "my second meeting with her was quite tragic."

"Why?"

"Because we first met again after a long time apart. So he's been chasing people wrong."

"meaning?" Syifa began to realize the girl Zikra was talking about.

"You!" Zikra reminisced about the start of her encounter during a blind date at the cafe. "you're the one who misidentified people. But in the end we dated that night."

Syifa's tears spread in light of the event.The crying almost broke, but could not help but smile happily.

"You're my first love. You made me this brave. Married at a very young age." Zikra touched Syifa's hand, stroking the back of her hand warmly. "but you also broke my heart. My heart aches every time you say you want to leave me, and ask me to divorce you."

Syifa.

"Udah, you don't have to think much. Forget my heartache, by promising you don't ask for another farewell. Because I want us to be together until we age together."

Syifa nodded her head steadily.

"Yes, I still have a gift for you."

"Huh, another present?"

"Yes. But, the reward is still in the room." Zikra immediately grabbed Syifa's hand and pulled her to immediately move to follow her into her room. The handsome young man gave a large box to Syifa. "Receive it!"

"Well, do you give me another gift? You already gave me a lot of gifts, until I managed to open one by one" he said astonishedly staring at the red ribbon box.

"The present that was actually not the core gift that I want to give you. I just want to show you all this time I've been making gifts every year for you. But this gift I prepared for you this year. I hope you like it."

"What the hell is it?" asked Syifa plainly by bringing her ears closer while shaking the box in her hand.

"You won't know the contents just by shaking the box."

"OKAY. That's why I opened it." The girl looked impatient to open the birthday gift from her husband.

"Wait a minute" he quickly attacked.

"Why?" Syifa stopped her activities, turning her head quickly towards Zikra full of questions.

"Finely, you open in the bathroom only yes, let all of you immediately use." said Zikra who was finally approved by Syifa.

"Geez, what kind of dress is this? Why is it so transparent?" muttered Syifa, frowning after wearing a nightgown from the gift Zikra gave her.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Darling, don't you sleep inside?" Zikra was forced to knock on the bathroom door, worried that something might happen to his wife after a long time in the bathroom without a sound.

"Yes. Uh, no really," said Syifa from inside half yelling. "oh! How's it?" muttered worriedly.

"Why did you stay there for so long? Go, out!"

Syifa came out shortly. His heart rate was pounding, as he saw Zikra standing in front of the bathroom door, as if welcoming his arrival. But the look in her husband's eyes seemed strange as he furrowed his eyebrows, seeing himself out wearing bathrobes.

Syifa's hands trembled and nervously held the tip of Zikra's white bathrobes collar. He looked at the young man's face, then lowered his gaze to the floor as he stepped forward.

"Lho, how do you wear that anyway? I don't give you a feeling like that?"

It is only natural that Zikra was surprised by herself, because what was given was a set of sexy and transparent nightgowns.

"Eh, anu ..." Syifa swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. Still holding the end of the bathrobe collar tightly. He was very nervous to show the clothes Zikra had been wearing. "a-I've been wearing. But ... I'm ashamed." lowered his face deeply.

"Let me see it." Zikra moved forward. Curious to see it in person.

"Je-je-don't! Better not!" Syifa moved back to avoid. As Syifa's striped leg hit the foot of Zikra's bed, she fell into a bed. His face looked up with a fearful expression.

"I'm your husband. I deserve to see it. After all, I have revealed my love feelings to you. So, there's no more reason you're banning me." Zikra looked a little pushy. He was already unable to withstand the surge in his chest.

"But, I haven't," the screech half-screamed. "i haven't .. reveal my feelings," he continued, sounding like a mutter.

Zikra. Then he sat down beside Syifa, with the nether unfettered looking at her beautiful face.

"Hooahwm!" Syifa deliberately yawned diverting the conversation. "uh, what time is it? Oh my goodness, it's three o'clock. I wish I was so sleepy. So I went back to my room first. Afraid of waking up tomorrow." he stood up, went to run away.

But not yet had his foot stepped Zikra had caught his arm. Pulling and turning into his arms.

"Don't avoid it anymore."

"But I'm so sleepy."

"Tell me, if you have the same feelings for me."

Syifa bowed shyly hiding the red hue on her face. Zikra's right hand touched the girl's chin, lifting her up until she looked up. It was clearly a pitch black netra belonging to Syifa.

"I can't wait anymore. I could barely control my desire to touch you again." Zikra's voice sounded soft.

Syifa wanted to immediately break away from Zikra's embrace. But his strength was not strong enough to escape him. He sipped his saliva with great difficulty.

"Wait moreover? Come on, say it now. Here we are just the two of us. No one is bothering us."

Syifa managed to brush off Zikra's embrace. Her body turned back to her husband. "I'm ashamed." finally slid that short sentence. He bit his lower lip hard. It's like his brain and mouth can't be a solid team.

"In love there is no shame. Because love can give you strength." Zikra helped Syifa twist her body, until they stood facing each other. "tell me the truth, you love me."

Syifa was silent for a moment. Gathering all his courage, defeating his shame and fear to express his feelings.

"I-I ci-cin.ta k-you." It was hard for the girl to move her tongue that suddenly felt frozen.

"Say the obvious." Zikra grabbed the straps of the bathrobes that Syifa was wearing. Opens slowly.

Syifa let out a long sigh, and arranged it properly.

"I love you." the remark slid smoothly from Syifa's lips, along with the fall of the bathrobes from her body to the floor. Syifa immediately covered the front of her body with her arms crossed.

"Let me see it, the whole of you. As a man who is legally your husband." Zikra brushed off Syifa's hand. The girl also looks resigned. Down shy.

"Don't be ashamed anymore. We're husband and wife. There is no shame between us. You are mine, and I am yours." said Zikra softly. Then pulled Syifa's chin until her face looked up. A gentle kiss landed on the lips of the Syifa ranum. At first he was about to refuse, but Zikra hugged her small waist tightly. Until it can't wiggle.

Zikra held Syifa, laying her gently on the bed. Syifa's rush to grab the bed cover was not far from the bed. Covering her covered but exposed body.

"Not cover up, because tonight I'm making you can't escape my grasp." Zikra grinned to make the feathers of Syifa creep.

Zikra started to undress. Then it moved closer, positioning its body above Syifa. Highlight Zikra's eyes full of desire, making the girl afraid and feel like running away. But his love for the young man forbade him. Until he just fell under it. Accept with sincerity every touch her husband gives her.

*

All the clothes that were originally attached to the bodies of Syifa and Zikra, have now moved places scattered on the floor. The two wrestled in the blanket with a soft sigh and a groan of pain. The young man's mischievous hands were guerrilla free, enjoying every inch of his wife's virgin body.

Is this what is called heaven?

"Stop!" the cry of Syifa lirih has no power to endure pain. Tears were dripping in her eyes. "we hope so."

"Darling, we're halfway through. We can't stop that way. In part I can't catch it anymore," said Zikra gave an understanding. "people say this is the process. At first it was sick. But I promise you after the one blow I made, you can enjoy it. And I promise, I'll be gentle after."

"But .."

"Honey, Plis .. understand ya."

Syifa just nodded obediently.

Zikra did what he said to Syifa. In one blow was able to tear his wife's hymen. Syifa became a woman. After that do a movement back and forth regularly accompanied by a sigh of pleasure. He was very domineering moving freely over the body of the girl who could only surrender to the rhythm.

Syifa was crying a pain that could not be expressed in words. It was as if it was split into two when the core of its body was inserted by Zikra.

Zikra clasped Syifa's fingers tightly over her head. Then she smothered Syifa's mouth with her lips. When the girl moaned was in pain to calm her down.

"Don't cry dear" she whispered softly as she rubbed Syifa's tears. "please, feel our love now have fused." she buried her lips on her forehead, cheeks, then went down to the base of Syifa's neck, and then went down to the bottom of Syifa's neck, make a sign of ownership.

Syifa fizzed in pain. All night Zikra entered it non-stop.

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