Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

I Want to Have Children

Syifa was standing in the bathroom she had just entered. He was surprised to see a luxurious bathroom like a rich man who was exposed to real before his eyes. He also looks disappointed and cursed Zikra because the bathroom is wider than the bedroom he had in the old house of Zikra and the house of his parents first.

Before taking off her clothes, Syifa moved forward towards the bathtub. Success made him amazed because of his large size. Had thought if soaking in it he would look like a baby who was bathing.

“Hng! If there is a shower, maybe I am not a shower even so fluffy in here.” He thought as he grinned and stroked the empty bathtub slowly. Then something made him salute Zikra. It turned out that he had prepared toiletries such as bath soap, shampoo and even toothpaste the same as Syifa always bought every month.

"God! It turned out that he was attentive as well." he muttered grinning gleefully enjoying the scent of his favorite liquid bath soap in front of the sink.

After completing the bath Syifa went directly to the dressing room which was also one room with his bedroom which was separated by a partition without a door. Again, he was amazed at everything that was there. The big cupboard is full of various equipment. Starting from clothes, pants, shoes, even underwear is complete to women's glasses (ehem! Bra) certainly for Syifa yes.

Syifa now began to realize that Zikra was not an ordinary person. With what she has now made Syifa sure that her husband is a rich man.

Could it be that quickly Zikra gained this wealth? Where did all this treasure come from? The time of the day he mengepet (maintain*** ngepet) or ... tuyul cattle? Ih, na'udzubillah min dzalik deh. No way Zikra is like that. He's the sholeh guy, must be much the same. Syifa's wild thoughts suddenly teased her. But it was immediately denied.

Syifa came straight out of the dressing room after being neatly dressed. There Zikra was sitting quietly on the edge of the mattress. The young man looked very handsome and sholeh with white cocoa dress and holster cloth line motifs. A warm smile greeted his arrival. Enraptured her by her husband's inevitable good looks.

Syifa immediately returned Zikra's smile with a shy blush.

"Come on!" zikra suddenly.

Huh!? How about the point anyway? But... What do you want?

"We pray together." continued Zikra make Syifa scratch his nape that does not itch. The girl failed to understand.

"That's why if you say something clear, don't be beheaded like that." Syifa wrote in his heart.

"Before going to bed, we should pray first. Because since we came home earlier we have not prayed isya right?" clearly Zikra is directly asserted by Syifa.

Zikra took Syifa out of the room. Then walk towards one room that was deliberately prepared for a private mushola. The room is located to the right of the corner of the main room. The room is deliberately designed more open without door leaves to make it easier for anyone who wants to do worship without worrying about lock business. The walls are dominated by bone white and light green gives the impression of coolness. On the floor was given a thick fur carpet so that everyone who worshiped there felt more comfortable. Some of the Qur'an is neatly arranged on a shelf located in a sit with several religious books. And a glass cabinet to feed mukena, sarong and prayer mat.

Syifa deeply admired Zikra as an intelligent person. The young man did not just put forward the comfort of home as a place to live. He also set up a place of worship in his residence, even though only a room from the many rooms in the house. In addition, he also arranged a little room for ablution in the outer corner of the mosque.

Syifa and Zikra returned to the room after completing the congregational prayer, and ended with a prayer.

Zikra went into the dressing room, swapping out the clothes that had been used for prayer earlier with plain white shirts and casual shorts. Then get on the bed. Syifa was surprised. He was sitting by the bed waiting for him to return to their old home.

"Lho, are you getting into bed anyway? Put on that shirt again, don't you want to rush home?" Syifa raised one of her eyebrows looking riled up.

Zikra's just a vague mess.

"The night of Zik. I want to get some rest quickly." Syifa closed her mouth that was yawning.

Zikra pulled Syifa's arm so hard that she fell in her arms.

"Eeh, you ..." Syifa instantly thrashed but her power was defeated strongly with Zikra's prowess. He had to just surrender. Even when Zikra suddenly positioned his body under Zikra's confinement.

The deg! Syifa's heart beat fast. Although not the first one himself in this kind of position. But the nervousness and pounding still felt like the first.

"Ih, what the hell are you doing?" rajuk Syifa spoiled pretending to be angry while gently hitting Zikra's chest.

Zikra smiled cunningly. Then kiss Syifa's forehead gently.

"Tonight we sleep here" said Zikra stroking his wife's face which looked very cute in her eyes. There was a charm radiating from the girl's face. It makes him unsaturated to always be close to him. And gives a sense of longing if it is far from him.

"Why?" Syifa asked for an explanation.

"Why?" Zikra deliberately repeated Syifa's question while stroking Syifa's gentle mane "because this house is also our home. Do you like this house?"

"Hmm .. likes. But .. I prefer the old house." Syifa seemed to doubt.

In his heart he did not deny all the luxuries and comforts that exist in this house. But the sense of kinship and cohesiveness among residents in the old home environment makes it not lose the family affection that has disappeared. Mama Dio who always treated her like her biological daughter made Syifa not lose her mother figure. And Dio as the cure for his miss to Ade. If moving into a new home environment he worries everything will be lost from his embrace.

"Prefer to old house?" For a moment Zikra fell silent. "but this house is nicer and bigger. I guarantee you'll be more comfortable living here."

"Maybe I'm already comfortable." said Syifa carelessly.

"Based on a stupid girl!" Zikra pinched Syifa dear's nose. "don't be too quick to assume. You just feel like you're staying in this house tonight. Who knows you'll feel more comfortable here after a long stay."

Syifa smiled shyly.

"Zik." called Syifa softly which was then answered with a murmur by Zikra. "can't you .. You are a little far away? I think we're too close." Syifa switched the conversation, successfully teasing Zikra's good mood.

"Humph! It must be awkward again." rusuk Zikra changed his position a little away. "so, you want to throw me out?" tanyanya cynic.

"Ma-af." Syifa sought forgiveness.

Zikra sat down. Back to the head of the bed.

"Darling, I want to have a child" Zikra said suddenly. Syifa gasped sitting up.

"Huh?! Want to have a child? Why suddenly want to have children." asked Syifa in wonder and did not believe what he had heard.

"Yes." replied Zikra steadily.

"Why do you suddenly want to have children?"

"You mind?"

"It's not so." Syifa hurriedly confirmed. "a-I'm still in college. I am not 20 years old either. So, I want to focus on college and want to have a career after college.

"I never forbid you to continue educating you to sky-high. I'll finance it. I also do not limit your movement. The door of my company is open to accept you if you want a career." Zikra looked at Syifa seriously. "but you're my wife, you have the task of giving birth to my children."

Speechless syifa.

"I don't think getting married young is bad. Having children at a young age is also good. So that when they are big, we are not too old. We can also be their parents and friends at that time." Zikra brought his face closer to Syifa. Kontan Syifa. But Zikra managed to pull the back of Syifa's head, directly landing his warm kiss on his wife's ripe lips.

Since the first night of that time. Zikra felt that opium was affecting the nerves in his brain often smelled the scent of Syifa's body. Like an addict who always wants addictive substances to have a calming effect. That's how Zikra always felt. There is no cure other than Syifa.

"Don't dodge! We did it once. Then we will always do it at any time." said Zikra softly in front of Syifa's face. His eyes darkened.

Syifa swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. The girl could not even dwell when Zikra launched his attack. Zikra's hands flew through every inch of Syifa's body. Kisses and kisses do not run from the forehead, cheeks, lips to the sensitive parts of the body. Either resigned or enjoy both almost the same. Inevitably a sigh slid from the lips of the two.

The battle tonight Zikra made as gentle as possible so as not to hurt Syifa. The girl could not feel as sick as the beginning of the fight. Everything went smoothly and smoothly. Syifa also fell asleep from exhaustion.

Zikra enveloped Syifa's body as smooth as a newborn to the neck. Kissing Syifa's forehead gently.

"Thank you dear. I love you." whispered softly. Syifa who had fallen asleep was silent.

Not long after Zikra's phone rang. He immediately took his phone on the nightstand. Answering calling.

"Hello." Zikra got out of bed wearing only shorts. Walking towards the window passed her clothes and Syifa who was splattered on the floor while listening to the person who was on the other side.

"OKAY. Keep track of their whereabouts until they can." he said coldly. After that, hang up the phone.

Zikra had just obtained information about the whereabouts of Syifa's parents in Batam. But his men lost track, because there was a wealthy businessman named Gunawan who likely hid their existence.

Zikra clasped her phone tightly as if wanting to crush it.

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