Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

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Ade stood behind the window curtain of the small rented house he lived in with his Father and Mother. His gaze felt long out the window. Tucked anxiety in the heart of the boy when thinking about Mother who has not returned while the day has gone by night. There is also a hope embedded in his mind, when Mother came home with packaged rice that he usually ate every day.

Since Dad was sick and could not go anywhere, Mother incarnated as the backbone of the family, making a living for a bite of rice. The woman worked in a luxury house owned by Mr. Gunawan as a housekeeper.

At first Fauzi was against it, but with the condition that it was impossible to do something, then inevitably he was forced to agree to it.

Gunawan is a good man. The businessman and philanthropist has helped him and his husband and children can leave the city of Batam. Then moved to the rainy city, Bogor. Because Mr. Gunawan's house is there.

Ade's smile expands when the person he is waiting for has seen the trunk of his nose. Hurriedly open the door to welcome the arrival of Mother. Without being told he immediately took the bag of crackle that Mother brought, he brought it inside. Apparently, the bag of crackle that Mother carried was quite heavy so that Ade had to take enough effort to carry it.

Mother smiled at the behavior of her youngest son.

Dad opened his eyes after hearing Ade's screeching voice trying to carry a bag of crackles in his hand. He smiled bitterly at the sight of his wife's tired face. In the past, his wife who always welcomed him home after a day of work in the office with a cheerful look. Now, the cheerful look turned pias and tired but still showed a tinge of cheerfulness. Maybe to comfort himself so as not to feel too burdened with the existing conditions.

Mother directly approached Father. Helping her sit up even though she has to work hard.

"Dad, let's have dinner together" said Mommy with her best smile. Father nodded obediently.

Ade picked up a plate and spoon on the floor not far from where Dad lay. Do not forget the glass and plastic teapot have been placed as well.

"I'm sorry, I can't be a useful husband and father." said Lirih.

"Dad, I don't talk like that. Mother is doing all this. Patient father yes," said Mother softly while hugging Father's left shoulder and caressing it dear. "insya Allah, this bitterness God replace with millions of sweet flavors."

"Thank you Mother. Because Mother still wants to live with this useless person." Father's tears fell without shame.

Mother was also sad. But he didn't show it. She gave her best smile so that her husband would not break the charcoal.

"Dad is the same Mother who is crying? Why?" ask Ade plain.

"No. Who is crying? The same father Mother does not cry anyway." mama quickly wipe her tears with her finger.

Dad smiled shyly caught crying ole his son.

"Keep why do you and Mother come out in tears?" tanyanya was curious.

"Oh, that's the same father as Mother flickering dust. So Dad's eyes are the same Mother watering deh." said Mommy quickly.

Ade who was small and innocent immediately believed it.

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Syifa and Zikra got back in the car after finishing dinner at the restaurant. Tracing the road cleaves a highway that is quite solid but not stuck in traffic.

"Lho, where are we going?" syifa asked astonishedly when Zikra did not take the road to the house. "we shouldn't have come this way, right?"

Zikra gave a small smile letting his wife confuse herself. He deliberately did not tell Syifa all his plans today with the intention to surprise her. It was time for his wife to know all the assets she had. After all, the purpose of enriching himself by working hard from a very young age is to be able to get more life without any shortage to enjoy with his wife and children later.

Zikra realized that while marrying Syifa, she had not given the girl much happiness. Especially financial issues. She admitted Syifa was a simple girl who never neko-neko. Independent and adult. Therefore, Syifa had secretly worked in a mini market to increase his pocket money and his own tuition fees. And the most Zikra never ends up thinking is that the girl feels indebted to him who in fact the husband who is obliged to give a living to his wife. At that time Syifa was like a possessed person spending almost all the monthly shopping money given by Zikra. Then with his own initiative Syifa wants to replace all the money from the results of his efforts to work in a mini market that turned out to belong to Panji.

This time Zikra wanted to show Syifa that she was able to live him with enough treasure. Without making it ketar-ketir fear of lack of money. Syifa simply sits sweetly and does something as she pleases with joy. He did not want to see his wife struggling to find rupiah to fill her pocket.

Tinn! Tinn! Tinn!

Zikra honked his car horn in front of the gate of the towering and large house. Not long after, a middle-aged man was in a hurry to open the door wide. Zikra immediately drove his car at a slow speed moving into the house yard.

"Why are we going here? Don't we want to go home?" syifa asked astonishedly. "do you have any promises to others? Why don't you take me home first anyway?" the girl looked unhappy. Zikra only smiled slightly as she opened her sitbel.

"Zick..." Syifa began to grow angry because she felt she was being held in Zikra. Putting on a pouty face.

"Yes dear ..." Zikra helped Syifa release the sitbel that had crossed in front of her chest. "let's go down!" he said after opening the car door.

"I don't want to go down. I'm going home point!" Syifa showed her stubbornness.

"Yes. We've arrived." said softly.

"Huh?! Have you arrived?" Syifa was surprised to not believe it. Hurriedly threw his gaze out of the car. But what he saw was a sight that felt very foreign.

Large home page and planted with various plants. There are several garden lights that illuminate until it looks like a garden bench is not far from the mini pottery-shaped fountain.

"Had it arrived? Why even come here? Whose house is this?" disappointed protest.

"It's cold, we'd better get in first. I'll be clear inside." Zikra holding Syifa's hand immediately invited her into the large two-story house.

A middle-aged woman immediately opened the door after learning of her employer's arrival.

"Welcome Den, Non." he said to them warmly which was answered with a murmur by Zikra and a nod of the head by Syifa.

"This Syifa is Bi Asih, his job is to take care of this house, and the person who opened the gate, his name is Mang Ucup, gardener and housekeeper." explained Zikra. But in Syifa's mind condemned the attitude of Zikra who pretended to be the host.

"Bi Asih, this is my wife Syifa." she continued.

"D-yes." Syifa seemed misbehaved to get such a welcome with a forced smile.

"Zik" Zikra did not hear Syifa's voice. Zikra continued to invite him in without releasing his arm through the living room. Even though he could not help himself to find the owner of this large house.

"Do you want me to cook what Den for dinner?" asked Bi Asih before her employer walked into her room.

"No need Bi, we had dinner outside earlier." said Zikra quickly. "we want to directly rest the time."

"Good Den. Then I want to go straight to the back Den." Bi Asih immediately left.

Do you play selonong boy? Rich in drifting! inner Syifa grumbled.

Syifa was still confused about who exactly owned the big house like a palace. A house that has a modern interior design equipped with luxury furniture. Syifa's eyes look over here and there hoping to meet the owner of the house. At once apologized for the ingenuity of Zikra who had dared to enter without permission.

Zikra did not release his hand at Syifa until their footsteps entered a large room on the second floor. Syifa frowned deeply. He did not understand what Zikra would do in someone else's room.

Eits, wait! Don't tell me this house belongs to him. Like the restaurant he claimed to own. Syifa's mind suddenly came to its own conclusion. But he didn't want to believe it right away.

As far as Syifa knew, Zikra was a wealthy businessman who was said to be low profile. Zikra never showed an arrogant and arrogant attitude. Even when he just graduated from college he wanted to work in the company of others as a regular employee. Though he could have worked in his papa company with a high position.

The house they occupy is far from luxurious impression. Living in a middle class neighborhood with a minimalist home. But Syifa was comfortable with the warmth that was there.

"You must be hot. Shower there!" the edict of Zichra awakens Syifa from her banquet. Now Zikra has released his arm.

"Mandi?" Syifa frowned.

"Why? Don't want to take a shower? Want to go to bed?"

Syifa was silent trying to digest the sentence that slid from Zikra's lips.

"Or... Do you want me to take a shower?" zikra Goda with a mischievous smile.

"Basic perverted guy! Who asked to be washed? Basic PDOD!" sumpul Syifa.

"PDODS? What'sthat?" Zikra asked for an explanation.

"CONFIDENCE OVER DOSAGE!"

Zikra chuckled at Syifa's adorable facial expression. He was eager to immediately throw a warm kiss on her soft lips.

"So what do you want?"

"I want you to be honest, who exactly owns this house? Why can we go in without seeing the owner of the house?" Syifa looked solemn as she folded her hands in front of her chest.

"Oh ..." Zikra exhaled while nodding his head slowly. Walking closer to Syifa and facing each other. "good." a smile fell on his lips. His right hand was busy stroking Syifa's long mane.

Syifa was patiently waiting for Zikra's explanation. Although he was a little uncomfortable because the distance with Zikra was too close.

"You want to meet the owner of this house, the answer is already." said Zikra calmly.

"Who? Asih Bi? Ucup Mang?" syifa is impatient.

"No. But, that guy ..."

"Wait!" syifa exclaimed cutting off Zikra's words, "don't tell me you're the owner."

Zikra pulled a line of smiles. "Yes. This house belongs to me, which I dedicate to you."

"Haha. Just kidding me." Syifa chuckled in disbelief. Pushing Zikra's body away from him. But Zikra's defense is quite strong, not sliding a inch. Zikra caught Syifa's hand that was used to push her body.

"I'm not kidding, and I'm not lying to you either. Because what I said is true. God is a witness."

Syifa was silent with a surprised expression.

Zikra's other hand grabbed Syifa's waist to bring their bodies closer. He put his face on Syifa's face. Within seconds one warm kiss landed on Syifa's lips. The girl was shocked. Reflexes push Zikra's body away. Then turning his body, Zikra's back hid a red tinge on his cheek.

"I-I'm gonna take a shower. But don't bring a change of clothes." he said without looking.

Zikra smiled at the bashful behavior of the Syifa cat that was still attached to her.

"You need not worry about your change of clothes. I prepared it. You just stay in the closet in the locker room." Zikra pointed her index finger at the location of the dressing room.

Without lingering Syifa instantly moved away. Zikra just smiled looking at Syifa back who slowly went away from her. Then it disappeared behind the bathroom door that was in his room.

　

　

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