Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

With you

Syifa was still glued to the view outside the window of the car that zikra drove. The fear is still going to the world there. The shadow of togetherness that had been passed with Father, Mother and Ade danced in his mind. The sound of joking and joking laughter Ade was still ringing in his ears. But his tears suddenly spilled down his cheeks, when he remembered Ade's words on the phone earlier.

“What's up?” Syifa was stunned from her daydream at Zikra's question, as if breaking the silence that was unconsciously created by the sadness that struck her heart. Kontan he turned to hear the rebuke from Zikra while gently touching his right hand.

"Still thinking?" zikra and Syifa's eyes met with only a glimpse. After that Zikra again looked towards the road ahead to remain stable in driving.

Syifa nodded slowly answering Zikra's question.

"Udah, you don't have much thought. I have sent people to Batam to find Father and Mother also Ade there. You pray that they will all be found quickly, and be reunited with us here again." comfort Zikra to provide motivation with guaranteed Syifa.

The sky darkened when Zikra pulled over his car in the parking lot of a European restaurant. He plans to have dinner here. Since getting married and living with Zikra almost never indulge Syifa dinner outside. Because Syifa always prepares dinner for him every day. Since the girl is currently upset, there is no harm in him taking her to an expensive restaurant, just think of it as a form of attention to entertain her so as not to be too sad.

"We're here?" ask Syifa wonder.

"Yes. Because I'm hungry." he said lightly.

"No. I mean ... Why are we here? This is the place of the elite. Must be expensive food prices." explained Syifa worried.

"So, you mean ... I .. can't afford to eat here?" Zikra showed his cold face making Syifa unwell. As if it had offended Zikra's pride.

"Eh, hmm .. I mean .. that's not so, just ..." Syifa looked confusedly expressing her thoughts.

"Please, you don't have to worry. If I have less money to pay the bills, I have a KTP." Zikra grinned flirtatiously.

Syifa was flabbergasted to hear Zikra's final answer until she unknowingly opened her mouth. He just did not run out of thought, how could a Zikra who has a luxury-minded car will guarantee his ID card to pay the bills at the classy restaurant in front of him.

"Let's go in!" Zikra holding Syifa's hand moved into the restaurant. But Syifa kept him from persuading to switch restaurants that are quite affordable.

"You calm down, don't worry about it. My ID card has been for a lifetime anyway." seduced Zikra while twitching her eyes. Then lead him inside.

"But Zik .. if asked to wash the dishes how?" asked Syifa plainly in a worried tone.

"Yes .. wash it clean. No problem, right?" again Zikra answered lightly to make Syifa ketar-ketir.

In front of the door was a maid in a neat uniform opening the doors of Syifa and Zikra while bowing her head respectfully.

"Welcome." he invited me in. Quietly Zikra gestured with a sharp finger attached to her lips, so that the waiter would not open his voice to greet her as the boss of the restaurant owner.

Zikra replied with a nod. With his leisure he took Syifa to waltz into a row of tables located a little to the corner near the window. Syifa is thinking about what will happen after dinner. They sat facing each other separated by a round table with a pastel-colored tablecloth.

Syifa grunted heavily. His face looks pale. Silence shuts her mouth. Zikra only gave a small grin looking at the expression on his wife's face. He seemed to enjoy the anxiety that emanated from Syifa's eyes. From the moment she first set foot in the restaurant to sit at the table the expression on the girl's face looked tense.

"Haha. Udah, don't strain so dong," finally Zikra's laughter broke. Over time he did not have the heart to see it like that. "dining in a fancy restaurant your face looks unhappy, even rich people are afraid like being in a cemetery complex."

"Zik .." Syifa had not yet continued his words, suddenly a servant came to say hello and handed out the menu books one by one to Zikra and Syifa.

"What do you want to order?" ask Zikra to let Syifa choose the food she likes. But looking at the menu list which is also the price list in each picture makes Syifa take a sip of saliva with difficulty to wet the throat that suddenly feels dry.

Wah.... very expensive price.inner Syifa glared at every image contained in the menu book in his hand while holding tightly the end of the menu list book.

"Darling... Syifa..." Zikra intentionally called out to him after several times ignoring the waiter's questions about the menu she wanted to order. Sontak Syifa was surprised and turned her eyes to Zikra.

"Yes?" syifa's pair of beautiful eyes poked out from behind the menu book that was in her hands.

"Sorry Mom, what do you want to order?" the waiter repeated his question for the third time. Syifa did not notice it. He was too focused on paying attention to the price list of food in the menu book. Even he did not realize that the people in the restaurant were only himself and Zikra.

Zikra deliberately emptied the restaurant he had pioneered since college with a friend. Although he was a lot behind the scenes, but had a big contribution to the progress of the restaurant. At first he wanted to say directly about the ownership of the restaurant to Syifa. Because he really likes to see the girl's scared and worried facial expression, so all of you have a little bit of a crush on him.

Since childhood Syifa has never been spoiled by her parents eating in an international class restaurant like the restaurant she was at. Not because stingy or unable both parents just want to instill a simple life. With much gratitude for what the Almighty has given them. But Dad once invited him to eat at a restaurant, although not a sebonafide restaurant at this time. At least Syifa had eaten at the restaurant before.

"Ah, I ordered the same white rice tempe fried or tempe mendoan, and .. tofu rebellious. Drink some fresh tea. Hehehe." said Syifa who ended rigidly. Which was responded to by the grimness inside by the waiter who was still standing beside his desk.

What's?! Fried tempeh or mendoan tempeh, and know how to rebel? What do you think this is a warteg? the inner servant did not believe.

Zikra laughed not expecting Syifa to be that innocent. "Honey, there's no such menu here."

Syifa's face seemed to hold in shame. He just fell silent.

"Yes, I ordered it." Zikra immediately mentioned some of the most expensive food menus in the restaurant and most favored by most visitors here.

The servant immediately left after taking notes and repeating the order that Zikra ordered.

Over time Zikra could not bear to see the red hue that spread across Syifa's face in shame. She gently grabbed Syifa's hand and held it dear. There was a hint of sadness and anger tucked into the corner of his eyes. He just turned his face to look out the window.

Syifa flicked her hand to pull Zikra away. But Zikra did not let go. Then kiss Syifa's warm back. The girl still remained silent not wanting to speak.

"I'm sorry baby, sori .. I don't mean to make you embarrassed let alone upset." Zikra stared at Syifa face intensely.

"Ah... I want to go home." - Shifa looked angry getting up from her seat. Zikra hastily rose up and endured Syifa's departure.

"Click, plis, plis, I'm sorry."

Syifa subconsciously circulated her gaze throughout the magnificent restaurant. His forehead wiggled in wonder. He was surprised when he realized there were only no other visitors besides himself and Zikra.

"Lho!" syifa's eyes were rounded. Zikra followed the direction of Syifa's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"The restaurant is empty? It's just the two of us here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Couldn't you? This restaurant is going bankrupt, right?" Syifa looked the origin of the talk.

"Not bankrupt."

"But ..." Syifa continued her speech with a movement of her hand.

"I deliberately opened this restaurant, so that I could enjoy dinner together without anyone disturbing our togetherness." said Zikra honestly. He approached Syifa while stroking the top of her head.

Syifa was shocked. He was almost speechless and in disbelief.

"Where is it possible?"

"Maybe," he said lightly sitting Syifa in its original place. Syifa did not refuse to just sit obediently on the chair while raising her face following Zikra's movements.

"Maybe if I'm the owner of this restaurant." Zikra sat in her chair back.

Syifa was not yet able to digest Zikra's speech perfectly. While slightly tilting his head he tried to understand. But it feels dead-end.

"meaning?" Syifa asked for an explanation.

Zikra smilingly stared at Syifa's pair of beautiful beads. Grabbing and holding his wife's hand warm. Then he admitted that this restaurant was his with a friend. He also recounted all the trips in setting up a restaurant that started from scratch.

But recently his friend wanted to let go of this restaurant because he wanted to settle abroad. Then inevitably Zikra must rotate the brain so that the restaurant remains running, office affairs can also be smooth.

"Bas evil to you!" Syifa looked sewot while brushed aside Zikra's hand.

"Lho! How am I accused of being evil?" Zikra was surprised by Syifa's sudden change in attitude.

"Yes. Because you have taken care of me from the beginning. Try to say from the beginning, I will not parno when you want to guarantee your ID card to pay for food in restaurants this expensive."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm evil," Zikra persuades Syifa not to get angry. "but you're still happy to have my rich husband. Udah handsome, diligent work, diligent nabung, have a restaurant anyway." he continued very proud of himself.

"Ih! Narcissist you!"

"But, isn't it?" goda Zikra managed to carve a smile on Syifa's full lips.

Not long ago. The waiter came to deliver the food Zikra had ordered. Then put it on the table.

Without waiting for long Zikra and Syifa while talking and joking, enjoying dinner which is arguably quite romantic. Even without the candlelight accompanying it.

*

At the same time. Inside the small rented house Fauzi lay weakly on a mattress. For four months the man with the mustache and beard had suffered a mild stroke. His left half of his body was paralyzed. He could do nothing to support his family over the counter. That's why he couldn't give money to Syifa either. Especially going to pick up Syifa in Bekasi.

Regrets are always at the end. If there is a registration at the beginning. An endless sense of regret continued to haunt Fauzi's mind equally. He could only wish to comfort his sad heart. Yes, if at that time he was not tempted by persuading an old friend who offered him a job at a large company in Batam and had a promising position. Perhaps his fate will not be this painful. As if stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Fauzi was very tempted at that time to dare to take a risk that is not light. With the lure that is not yet clear, he dared to pour most of his savings money into his friend, in order to take care of all his needs during his stay in Batam later. But after his arrival at Hang Nadim International Airport with his wife and child, his friend was not seen the trunk of his nose.

Of course Fauzi was very disappointed and angry to face that reality. He was cheated out loud. Everything his friend promised was nil. Even the company address provided is just fictitious.

The two months of living in Batam without a job obviously left Fauzi frustrated. He was very ashamed of his wife and children. Especially Syifa, Zikra and Surya. He had no face in front of them. Fortunately there was his wife who always encouraged and encouraged him to stay strong. Even the woman who had given him a pair of daughters and sons was willing to help him find money in order to return to Bekasi.

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