Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Domeapagia ...

Before dawn Syifa had woken up from her sleep. Shower and change clothes. After the sound of the morning prayer, he immediately prayed in his own room. Zikra prayed in the mosque not far from his home.

Syifa immediately went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her husband who was about to leave for work. Whereas in the past when not married to Zikra, she was classified as a lazy girl who was always full of receiving scolding from Mother, did not want to intervene to help in the kitchen. He will only help on school holidays. It was just sweeping and mopping the floor.

Syifa looked very shrewd using a knife to cut the vegetables and spices needed. The girl had indeed gotten used to doing it every day since living together with Zikra. There were no servants employed in his house. It was not that he was stingy or unwilling to indulge his wife, but Zikra thought their house was not too big, and had no trouble doing it alone without the help of others. In addition, it can strengthen the relationship between husband and wife by collaborating between Zikra and Syifa.

Zikra gave his greetings as he entered the house. Faintly from the living room he heard the sound of the grinding machine rustling rapidly breaking the silence of the morning. A smile popped up at the corner of his lips when he saw the busyness of his wife became the queen of the kitchen. The girl looked serious about her activities. Occasionally his hands move stir the pan that has been filled with chicken with blackish-brown spices so as not to burn. Oozing a delicious aroma filled his small kitchen. Looks like the girl has been transformed into a mature woman.

"Good morning, baby." One kiss landed on Syifa's temple.

The girl looked surprised. Then change with a beautiful smile.

"Morning .." flinching from his activities.

"What are you cooking again? It looks good." Zikra wrapped her hands around the slender waist of spoiled Syifa.

"I tried Mama Dio's recipe again, made chicken oyster sauce."

"Need help?" Zikra raised his head the spirit that had been propped up on his wife's shoulder.

"No need. It's done." Syifa immediately turned the knob on her stove to turn off the fire.

"Hurry up?" his complaints are not satisfied.

Syifa snorted quickly. Departing Zikra's hand while turning his body to put himself facing each other. Then put both hands on Zikra's cheeks while duyyel-uyel gagas, like a person who is kneading cake dough.

"My husband dear ... does he want to be cooked let alone, huh? Do you want me to cook until dawn tomorrow?" he asked while gritting his teeth. Zikra looked resigned.

"No. I don't want anything, just want to help you doang," Zikra brushed Syifa's hand away, stroked her own cheek. "geez, honey, my face you uyel-uyel already rich making cake dough."

"I'm sorry, sorry, I'm so tight ..." Syifa hurriedly stroked Zikra's cheeks feeling guilty and worried.

Zikra smiled enjoying the panic of Syifa. Her face looks cute when she expresses it that way. Finally he realized that his wife was a typical person who panicked easily. But it is easy to get angry when the pretense is exposed. Quickly his hand immediately pinched his waist like a crab claw. He also squirmed in pain.

"Aawws!" pekik Zikra in pain.

"Rasain is a real pain! Nice mom! Don't like to panic."

"Geez, my wife is really fierce, huh?" zikra Goda. Syifa put on a sour face but not for long. After that the atmosphere again melted, with jokes and jokes that were spoken were able to explode the sound of Syifa's rasp.

The happy days that Syifa went through had risen like the sun shining on the world. No more grief and doubt and tears of sorrow filled the recesses of his heart. All of this now seems to have changed into joy. But there was something still stuck in the corner of his heart. Especially if it is not about the existence of both parents and youngest sister who have not found a bright spot. He can only keep it quietly in his sanitary, so as not to damage the happiness that has been created.

Syifa had promised her heart that she would love Zikra for the rest of her life. So too with Zikra. They have very simple ideals. That is, building a sadinah household, mawaddah wa rahmah. And have as many children as possible, according to the rations that God gave as the most beautiful gift.

In addition to happiness in the home. There is another happiness that Syifa can embrace. Zikra allowed Syifa to go back to college. The administrative issues related to his lectures on campus have been resolved by Zikra. As a result Syifa can continue her education without having to think about frills that smell D-U-I-T or U-A-N-G again.

Syifa's happiness seemed to burst when her feet entered the campus corridor that had been abandoned long enough. Moreover, his presence was welcomed warmly by his friend, Nadya. Haru hugs and happily mingled into one.

"Finally, I can see you again on campus."

"Yes. I never thought I could go to college again."

Without wasting any time Nadya immediately pulled him to sit and chat in the campus cafeteria. There's a lot they talk about. Every now and then they heard their crisp laughter. But all of that suddenly disappeared in an instant. The atmosphere was very awkward when Panji came and joined them. It is natural that this happens. Because between Syifa and Panji there has been an event that is less wearing. But both of them tried to behave naturally, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Hi!" greet Panji.

"Oh, hi!" sahut Syifa.

"Click, you two don't get that stiff. We are friends, the time of acting rich people who just know? Not funny to know!" lamented Nadya.

"Can I join?" tanya Panji looks awkward. The net is moving towards the sticky Syifa. Without realizing it Nadya followed the direction of his view.

"May, may, let's sit!" nadya cried quickly. But Syifa just silently scanned the screen of her phone, checking the incoming notifications to look indifferent. "Cipa ..." whispered nudging Syifa's arm.

Nadya sniffed at the awkwardness that still felt thick between Syifa and Panji. Even though they try to be ordinary, they still cannot deceive Nadya's senses. Likewise with his heart that still has not moved on from Panji. But he was clever enough to cover up those feelings until no one knew, the pain he was suffering in his heart. Love clapped one hand, plus often saw a close chat with rivals as well as his best friend. Although Syifa did not return Panji's love. It still hurts here!

Nadya snorted softly as she raised one eyebrow and gave a small smile. Rise from his seat, resign for the reason of having to enter his class. He wanted to give Panji a chance to talk to Syifa alone. The girl knew enough herself not to want to be a mosquito repellent among them.

*

"Truth you pick me up?" asked Syifa by phone enthusiastically, after leaving the class on her last course. His face was radiant. "ashiiikk! Right yes." he ended his phone call. Continuing his halted steps.

Syifa put her phone in her bag. But the phone has not been able to pass through the mouth of the bag has again rang. Without wasting time he immediately accepted it.

"Have you arrived?" her tanyanya was still happily, thinking the person across there was Zikra.

"Steak." the voice from across sounded familiar. Syifa's eyes rounded in surprise.His right hand immediately closed her open mouth.  "Mrt ..."

Syifa's tears instantly filled her eyes without excuse. Some of the college friends looked at him with astonished gazes. But he doesn't care about it.

"A, uh?" his voice shakes withholding haru. "City ..."

"Mrt ... Ade wants to go home, but I don't have any money." the boy's voice on the other side sounded plain and honest. Makes Syifa surprised to hear the complaint of her youngest sister.

"Dad doesn't have any money?" Syifa demanded an explanation.

"Yes. Now Dad's sick. Mother pity tired of looking for money."

Syifa's tears immediately spilled no power to resist crying. He was very sad to hear the outpouring of Ade's heart. I want to come to see them right away. But what is the power of himself is not Doremon who has a magic bag, can pull out the door anywhere.

"Ade, where is Ade now? Send Teteh Ade's residence address and Mother's father yes, so that Teteh can immediately come following there."

"Teteh .. "suddenly the telephone connection from across was cut off.

"Hello! Hola! Ade ... Ade ..." Syifa looked panicked just hearing the tone of tut on her phone. Occasionally his hand moved wiping away his tears that were descending without control.

*

Zikra got out of his car after seeing Syifa coming out of the gate of his campus. With a warm smile he welcomed his wife. But the smile suddenly shrank, turning crisp with a worried look when he saw the hue of sadness that seemed obvious in his eyes.

Shamelessly Syifa ran in Zikra's arms. After that, the sobbing left her husband confused.

Zikra immediately got Syifa into the car because it was a little awkward so many pairs of eyes saw them. Maybe if in a cheerful condition he is not too concerned. Do not even hesitate to indulge in public intimacy.

Zikra pulled out a piece of tissue that was on top of his car dashboard. Then used to wipe the tears Syifa who had not stopped, after previously telling about Ade who suddenly called him a moment ago. He has also promised to track down the whereabouts of his in-laws and sister-in-law.

"Yes, I promise to quickly find Father, Mother and Ade for you. But you have to stop crying first." persuade Zikra while cleaning the droplets after drops of clear droplets, gliding free from Syifa's eye patch lovingly.

"Really?"

"certain." Zikra kissed Syifa's forehead warmly. After that turn on the engine of his car, move away split the highway.

"Thank you." said Syifa half-whispering with a bitter smile.

Zikra stroked Syifa's hair gently while smiling with her left hand, while her left hand was busy holding the steering wheel of the car. Then he focused on looking ahead watching the road.

Syifa tilted her body near the window of the car. His eyes seemed careless after crying, staring out the window with a troubled heart. Remember all the sweet memories with both his parents and Ade while at home first. The laughter, jokes, and cries that had been passed with them again repeated in the memory of his brain. His longing was heavy wanting to meet them soon. But Ade has not been able to give their residence address to Syifa. Until it becomes pr weighing to find them all.

His heart was very sad to remember Ade saying, Daddy is sick, and Mommy is tired of working. What's really going on with them? Why has there been no news for so long? Could it be that something happened to them there? Syifa grunted heavily.

Father ... Mother ... Ade .. be patient! Syifa promised to come get you all. We'll regroup like we used to. Inner Syifa shrieked, glancing at her husband who was focusing on looking ahead. Then look at her with a smile after feeling being noticed. His left hand again moved to reach the end of Syifa's head as if it was encouraging. Syifa smiled back at him. And also Zikra ..we are happy together.

　

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