Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Issiku ...

The night sky is morning. The sun also crawled from the eastern horizon.

Syifa was still lying and struggling in the blanket. Her pair of beautiful eyes could not shine like the morning sun. It was too hard to see the beautiful world.

Today he wants to take a break even for a moment. His body was tired of moving. There is also discomfort accompanied by pain, as well as pain in his body in certain parts.

Geez, why my body suddenly feels uncomfortable, and sore-fee not clear gini, huh? The pain and pain blend into one. Similar to an abis thumped one RT!

Syifa changed her sleeping position. Slowly tilting his body to the side as his hands drifted in search of the bolster. His forehead frowned when his hand touched something foreign. But not a soft roll. Except for long, wide, smooth and warm things. And has a familiar fragrance.

Syifa was stunned from her sleep when the object she touched suddenly moved to trap her in a trap. The tip of his nose directly touched which then realized was the skin of the chest. Comfort penetrated into his heart.

His face looked up and looked up. Welcomed a warm kiss landed smoothly on his forehead.

"Good morning, dear." said Zikra with a hoarse voice typical of people just waking up.

Syifa was stunned like a person who was between a dream and reality. Several times he blinked quickly, as if he was collecting lives that might still be scattered in his subconscious.

"P-morning ..."

Zikra grinned broadly at Syifa's dazed look. That girl looks so adorable. It felt like he was devouring it right then and there,

"What's wrong? how do you see me all the way?"

Syifa is still flinching.

"I know, I'm charming. So, it's only natural that you'll be fascinated by my good looks," Zikra rolled her eyes flirtatious. "or maybe not .. You're not satisfied?" he whispered in Syifa's ear.

Syifa widened her eyes with a surprised expression. Pushing the young man's body away from him.

"satisfied? What's?" cringing wonder.

Zikra deliberately brought her face closer while caressing Syifa's face to the neck of her level. He grinned contentedly to find many red marks scattered around his neck to his wife's chest. Marking the sign of her possession on the body of the girl who has transformed into a woman completely.

"You are still not satisfied, I don't mind serving you once more now" he whispered, giving Shifa a goosebump.

kotan Syifa moved away. I was surprised by the sudden perverted attitude of Zikra. Her surprise grew when she saw the chest of the man next to her exposed without clothes. While on the waist down tertutu[tied by a blanket.

No less surprising is himself also in the same blanket as Zikra. Her face was red as her nether eyes gawked into the inside of the blanket.

Huh! Oh, my God!

Without command his gaze swept the floor. His eyes bulged at the clothes until his underwear and Zikra scattered like trash. Sit down quickly.

"Look down dear dong. Don't be so tense." Zikra tried to calm Syifa who looked tense. He sat down and drowned his face on Syifa's shoulder without shame.

Syifa turned her head rough.

"Je-je-so, last night we ..."

"I'm glad we finally love each other." Zikra grabbed Syifa's right hand, kissing her affectionately.

"Oh, so not a dream?" hesitated.

"No dear. You are no longer a dream. Everything's real. My love for you is also very real. May your love also always be there and real for me."

Syifa was embarrassed. He can't escape anymore. Can only let the young man who had always been self-proclaimed as her husband touch her innocent body.

*

Nearly ten minutes Syifa stood in front of the kitchen stove. Actually the heart of the girl wanted to cook something for breakfast this morning. But somehow he suddenly like a dazed person. His mind was filled with events last night that made him goosebumps himself. Even the towel to dry her wet hair still perched on top of her head was not ignored. Occasionally his hand moved rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

Never once did it cross her mind, her birthday gift this time ended the loss of her most precious crown. There is a little bit of concern. She was worried that Father and Mother would scold her if they knew her beloved daughter had released her virginity seal to a man they trusted.

Suddenly Zikra came straight to help dry Syifa's hair with a towel. Suddenly he gasped in shock, awakening him from his daydream. Look back.

"Why do you want to go dumb in front of the stove?" reprimand Zikra attentively. "you don't mean to burn yourself, do you?"

"Why?" Syifa lowered her towel on the shoulder, twisting her body simultaneously. Now the two positions face each other.

"Yes ... Good time you are disappointed, sad and .. desperate because I have taken away your honor. Maybe?"

"Ih, what the hell are you talking about, no!" kilah Syifa changed her standing position to hide her embarrassment. "it was appropriate to be done by a married couple." hurriedly closed her mouth agitatedly.

Zikra immediately hugged Syifa warmly. Her face was as bright as hearing the satisfactory answer from this girl.

"Thankful deh. I'm glad you said that. At first I was worried you'd be frustrated with what we did last night."

"Stop!" syifa suddenly panicked. He seemed worried that Zikra would do the same again. While the pain and aches still have not disappeared from his body. She quickly pushed her husband's body away.

Zikra looked up in wonder.

"I want to cook now, "Syifa was moved to divert the conversation. He immediately ran to open the refrigerator door to pick up vegetables and other groceries. "yes, I want to cook. What do you want to cook now?" his question took away his nervousness.

Zikra walked over. Take over what Syifa is holding. Return it to its original place. After that, close the refrigerator door tightly and then pat both hands. While Syifa was stunned and unmoved watching her husband's actions.

"Lho, how come it's in the fridge again? I'm going to cook. If I'm rich, how do I cook?" tanyanya did not understand.

"This morning you don't bother cooking breakfast for us. Because I cooked it. Teraaamm!" Zikra showed all the food that had been served on the dining table with a feeling of pride.

Syifa sat on the dining chair with her face down behind the towel still hanging over her head. He felt ashamed and guilty because Zikra took over his duties. Although in her heart often look forward to the cuisine made by her husband. But it never revealed.

Since waking up this morning, Syifa was well aware of many daydreams. He was still shocked by Zikra's drastic change in attitude. And last night's events affected his mood. As a result he became like a lingling. Starting from the morning shower that spends somehow many milliliters of shampoo and soap, also water that is allowed to flow. Lastly standing in front of the stove was like a statue with no apparent purpose.

Oh my God, is this all just a dream? A dream that ends when we wake up.

"What's wrong?" reprimand Zikra while removing the towel that had covered most of Syifa's head, awakening her from the daydream.

The sound of the hairdryer machine shocked Syifa when it sounded in her ears.

"What are you doing?"

"Help your hair. Abis, realize that you're just daydreaming anyway?" sahut Zikra continued to direct the mouth of the hairdryer on Syifa's hair that was still moist. "what are you thinking?"

"No. I don't think of anything anymore." she was quick.

"Really?" Zikra looked doubtful. Turn off the hair dryer after his wife's hair is completely dry. Unplug from the socket. Roll the cable and put it back in.

Zikra grunted softly. Then sit down with the girl.

"Yes already. Come on, we'll have breakfast!" he diverted the conversation. He did not want to dig deeper into what was raging in his wife's heart. By trying to instill a sense of trust in him, the young man was sure that everything would eventually be fine.

Syifa instantly filled Zikra's plate with rice first. Zikra looked at him with a warm smile. It is as if you are enjoying your home life in the true sense. It felt like a mirage before.

"May I ask you something?" Syifa started the conversation with a feeling of doubt. Put the spoon and fork on a plate filled with rice only.

Zikra slowed down the movement of her chewing mouth.

"Of course. Just ask, what's wrong?"

"When the events at the resort, you went with Aini so I left. Were you angry with me at the time?"

"No." she replied quickly. Put a spoon of rice in his mouth.

"Really?"

"Why are you asking me that question?" Zikra asked.

"Why haven't you been home for almost a week? I also tried to get you to your parents' house. But you don't exist. Said your parents' house security guard, you all went out of town. Besides, every time I call you, you're always busy. Sometimes not active." sued Syifa voice sounded vibrating. There was a wound implied from every sentence that slid his lips. "until I thought .. we won't see you again. And .." he was unable to continue his sentence. Dropped speechless biting his lower lip held the bitterness in his heart. The tears floating in his eye pelukas were as hard as he could hold so as not to break out at will.

Zikra Nelangsa's heart saw the reality that was clearly plastered on the sad face of his wife. But he could not reveal the truth to Syifa. Worrying will add a burden to his heart. Even though he had no right way to comfort her. At least not making her cry today was enough.

"sorry. I'm mistaken. I was wrong." Zikra pulled Syifa by the shoulder and hugged her. "sorry also for Aini. Because at that time he was too panicked to see my condition, until he unconsciously scolded you. And .. sorry too, I can't stand up for you." stroking his wife's shoulders gently.

Zikra recounts all the chronology of her departure after returning from the resort with Aini. Aini took him straight to the hospital. After that, he took her home to his parents for a few days' rest there. Until Surya immediately took her on a business trip out of town.

But he did not mention the reason why he did not return home and his phone was difficult to contact. Because Zikra was forced by his mother to stay there under the pretext of his health is still deteriorating. He misses Syifa very much, and wants to go home soon.

Zikra was very uncomfortable hearing her mother provoked her to leave Syifa while in the mansion. Under the pretext of the girl will not be able to give offspring because they cannot carry out their duties as a wife in the true sense. Not to mention the problem of the existence of the two parents Syifa who became a scourge of its own added to the growl of Mama.

Then Mama tried to persuade him to re-establish a relationship with Ayuniatara. That way Zikra and Ayuniatara can get married, and can save the Surya company that is on the verge of bankruptcy.

"You don't have to be sad. Now I'm home. I promise, I won't leave you alone here."

Syifa just nodded slowly.

*

Almost a day full of agenda Zikra activities filled meetings and meetings with clients. Since believed to lead the handsome youth company was trying to stabilize the company's financial condition. Establish and collaborate with influential companies in the capital. Even though the results are not as easy as turning the pages of the book. In his heart he can only hope that after the effort is made, there is a sweet fruit that can be tasted as a payment worth the sweat and effort. Slowly but surely, now the crisis that hit the company is improving.

The sky started to look dark when the black Porsche Macan Turbo, driven by Zikra, walked smoothly through the highway on its way home. Time and again the woman of almost half a century who has given birth to her contacted by phone to go home. He also forbade Zikra to re-establish relations with his son-in-law, Syifa. Without hesitation, the son, Zikra, divorced the girl.

Zikra's love is too great for Syifa. It never crossed his mind to leave the poor girl. He was determined to make his relationship with Syifa better. Give what he has only to her.

Upon arrival at home, the atmosphere was very quiet and quiet. As if there were no signs of life in it. Zikra went straight into his uninhabited room. His gaze was fixed on the sheets and bed cover that wrapped his mattress. It was replaced with a new one. Having previously been stained by blood spots of Syifa virginity drenched on his sheets.

Zikra sat on the edge of the mattress while feeling the surface of the sheets. His smile expands considering his victory last night.

His hand pulled the tie that was still binding on his collar. Then release. Unlock two rows of studs until it slightly exposes the chest of its field.

"Where is he?" his murmurs immediately went away.

Zikra was a little disappointed not to be able to find Syifa in the kitchen. Usually at this time the girl was having dinner or just eating a snack that she bought from a stall at the end of the road. Then he went straight to Syifa's room. Finally he was able to find his wife who had fallen asleep on the bed. Maybe he was too tired and sleepy after that exhausting night.

Syifa woke up when her back was heavy. He looked not too surprised when he saw the hand had been coiled around his waist. His head was lifted slightly upward looking at the perfect creature of God from his back.

"Zikra, wake!" exclaimed a raucous Syifa while patting Zikra's arm which only answered muttering. "why do you sleep here?"

"I want to sleep with you, my wife." replied Zikra flinching from Syifa's back.

"But it's narrow here, you know? Why don't you just sleep in your own room, anyway?" keki's cow.

"OK." said her husband lightly.

Syifa snorted in relief. Back put on the pillow continue his sleep. He thought Zikra would move into his own room. But the expectation is not 100% correct. Because Zikra invited him too. Without hesitation he carried his wife to move into his room.

"Lho, you know, Zik. Get me down!" syifa panicked. Thrashed. "why are you carrying me all the hell? I'm going to sleep."

"So you said the bed was narrow. So, I take you to the next room, the bed is bigger."

"But it ..."

"You're my wife" Zikra interrupted quickly not letting Syifa finish her sentence. "as a good wife you should sleep close to me, your husband."

Syifa biting her lower lip could not resist Zikra's speech.

"From tonight on, I don't want you to sleep away from me, let alone stay away from me." he said steadily. "except ... if I'm on duty out of town without including you away."

Syifa was quiet in Zikra's sling. She only obeyed when her husband brought her and put her body on the bed.

"But I'm not having a birthday" Syifa said quickly, her face turning to cover a red hue in embarrassment.

"You think the husband and wife slept in the same bed because of a birthday present. You stupid girl!" Zikra ruffled his wife's hair.

Syifa is silent a thousand languages. Zikra immediately laid down his body.

"So does he still sit there?" zikra's reprimand touched Syifa's hand. The girl just turned her head. "you don't have to be afraid, I won't mind you tonight. Come, sleep!"

The girl nodded obediently. Laying his body on Zikra's side after previously spacing out with a bolster between them.

"Didn't you sleep away from me?" Zikra instantly put away the bolster. Pulling Syifa closer to her. "well, this is true." tilting her body while gently stroking her wife's shoulder. And then close your eyes.

Syifa was still groggy being close to Zikra. In reality, this is not for the first time. The murmur was still there, making it difficult to fall asleep in the warm embrace of her husband. Slowly he tried to let go of Zikra's embrace. But the young man instead added to his strength until it was difficult for him to escape. Finally he gave up on reality. The road feels dead end. Then try to get used to being by his side.

　

　

　

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