Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Bete

Syifa woke up from her sleep. The first thing that is felt is a sense of dampness that tends to muddy in the area of the woman accompanied by pain. But this time it is not as bad as the first time having sex with Zikra. He was not surprised by what was confirmed by Zikra's actions against him last night. He was only surprised when he was about to wake up there was a pain in his waist that made grimace.

Zikra was no longer beside Syifa. The side of the mattress that her husband occupied was already empty. Maybe he woke up early. Or even went to the office. Yesterday Zikra had talked about this before to Syifa. in recent days her husband was busy with his office business. Understand as a new company leader many tasks that must be done. Moreover, dealing with companies that are almost coleps, making Zikra work extra hard

“Yeah, my waist hurts anyway? The hell time my waist is gout? I am still young.” Thought not

wonder themselves.

Unwilling to dissolve in his pain, Syifa immediately got out of bed, although it had to be slowly then

move go to the bathroom. Soaking in a bathtub with warm water feels very comfortable. Pain and soreness recover on their own.

Bi Asih has prepared a breakfast menu on the dining table for Syifa.

“Good morning, Young mistress.” Sapa Bi Asih as Syifa arrived at the dining room.

“Again, Bi.” Sahut Syifa awkward.

Unsolicited Bi Asih pulled a chair for Syifa. “Please young mistress.”

“Still Bi.” Syifa was treated very special. Like the rich man inside

soap operas or films.

“Breakfast I have prepared as Den Zikra requested. But if Madam does not like it, I can cook the food as requested.”

“Not Bi. Bengini is enough,” sahut Syifa sungkan. “oya Bi, please do not call me Madam dong, my irritation is very old.”

“Nothing Young mistress. You are his wife Den Zikra.”

Syifa smiled shyly. He can't say anything. Directly enjoy eating breakfast in the morning that can be enjoyed without having to sweat first. Usually he always made breakfast Zikra and himself while in the old house. After all the food was ready on the table, Zikra and Syifa enjoyed it together while talking light topics in the morning.

This time it felt a little strange. Although only open your mouth, if only alone it also feels less delicious.

"Mrs young, just before leaving Den Zikra had advised me. He said, today the young lady did not have to go to campus, because the young lady was still tired. So told to rest at home." said Bi Asih.

Syifa immediately bowed in embarrassment at hearing the message. Looks like Zikra has already memorized the condition of his wife's body after making love all night.

"So Madam is bored at home, Young Madam asked Den Zikra to come to her office for lunch together outside. Later Mang Ucup who drove the young Madam to go to Den Zikra's office." continued Bi Asih.

"Thank you Bi."

"Yes already so. I'm going to the kitchen, young lady." Bi Asih went to the kitchen after getting approval from Syifa.

Syifa enjoyed her breakfast. He admitted that this food is better than his own cuisine.

"The taste of Bi Asih is very good. Much better than the food I make every day. But ... After getting used to eating artificial Bi Asih, does Zikra still want my homemade cooking? If it is still .. good, I am still eager to cook. But, if I can't stamp dong." he wrote to himself. Syifa snorted heavily. "make it now, mending enjoy it first. Enjoy a good life once in a while. There's no harm, is there?"

After breakfast Syifa brought the dirty dishes she had eaten. Put it in the dishwasher. He used to do after eating washing dishes. So, just immediately his right hand grabbed a sponge that had been covered in soapy water to wipe it on a dirty plate. But the sponge had not touched the plate Bi Asih hastily snatched it from the hands of Syifa.

"Sorry young lady, why young lady hold a dirty plate, this is Aunt's job, if Den Zikra to know that Bibi can get angry" said the woman panicked. He did not want to break his master's orders before leaving for work this morning, warning Syifa not to do any activities while staying in this house.

"But Bi, I used to do this every day at home" Syifa wanted to reclaim the plate from Bi Asih. But Bi Asih said that he would not allow him to touch the dirty dishes let alone wash them. Because Zikra will cut his salary this month if he can not carry out the orders of the employer.

Syifa finally gave up. He sat back at the dinner table with a spirit that almost ran aground.

It is not until five minutes that Bi Asih can finish the dirty dishes to be clean, and end up on the plate rack.

"Bi Asih." call Syifa.

"Yes, young lady, what's wrong?" sahut Bi Asih immediately slid in front of Syifa quickly.

"Auntie busy this morning?"

"Actually ... Auntie's going to the market, young lady. But if the young lady has an important task for me, I will do it with pleasure."

Syifa was not feeling well and seemed to have no feelings when telling Bi Asih to delay his work just for his own pleasure. While herself just sitting sweet like a queen. Therefore, he undoes his intention to trouble Bi Asih. After all, he just wanted to walk around this house. Not a weight issue.

"Oh, no papa Bi. Aunty just go to the market mumpung still a lot of fresh vegetables in hours like this. Later when the luck is not fresh anymore." Syifa remembered when she was still at home a long time often shopping for vegetables in the morning. All types of vegetables, fish, chicken and even meat will all look fresh when buying it when it is still morning.

"Okay, young lady. If nothing is needed anymore I say go to the market." Bi Asih said retreat.

"Yes. Be careful on the road, Bi."

"Okay, young lady. Thank you." Thank you."

Syifa took a long breath. Saturated there is no activity whatsoever that he can do today. Kitchen business until the dirty dishes have been done well by Bi Asih. Similarly, the garden in the front yard of the house already has Mang Ucup who cleaned up. He only became a spectator when visiting a garden that is overgrown with various types of flowers and graft fruit trees that are soon ready to harvest. Sweeping and mopping the floor was Sulastri, his nephew Bi Asih, who had been fighting since dawn.

Then Syifa decided to return to her very quiet room. There is a 42 inch LED television attached to the wall of the room near the bed. He plans to watch television to drive away his saturation. But he became lazy after seeing most television stations broadcast about gossip artists. Syifa doesn't like to watch gossip. Want to watch a cartoon, his age is not a child of Kindergarten or SD anymore, even already have a husband. The television was turned off again.

Syifa picked up her phone that was on the nightstand. Contacting Zikra who may be busy with his office business. But not ignored.

Even if he is busy, most calls are direct. Her thought.

Syifa walked towards the large window of the room while waiting for her call to be received by the person across there. Then move to the door that connects directly to the balcony. From the balcony, you can see the view behind the house. There is a large swimming pool and a small garden in the corner of the dividing wall. There were four chairs and a round table covered by a large umbrella. Two long chairs separated from each other by a square table. Usually, the chair is used to sit while sitting. After a few minutes of waiting Zikra did not also receive his call. He immediately broke the connection.

"Humph! Not lifted." he was disappointed. Then put his phone in his pants pocket. Syifa threw her gaze all over and was imprinted on a clear swimming pool.

If Ade here would love to linger swimming in the pool, like tadpole hehehe, uh, not rich fish mujair deh, hehehe. He thought to himself.

*

Zikra checks her phone to make sure any incoming messages or phone calls are ignored, after finishing checking and signing documents. And sure enough, there was one important call that he ignored. Who else if not a call from Syifa. Without waiting for a long time he immediately called back Syifa. It did not take long to wait for his call to be received by Syifa.

"Hello." on the third ring the voice from across sounded a little annoyed.

"Darling, don't be so upset. I'm sorry for being too busy. So, I didn't hear a call coming in." pinta Zikra said.

"Yes, I know. Busy people do not have much time, even if only pick up the phone from people who do not have any activities, aka rich unemployment I." said Syifa cynically.

Zikra grunted softly.

"Geez, do not have to make it hard, madam." she said comforting Syifa.

"Humph! Beet!" sumpul Syifa.

"Why?" Zikra asked for an explanation.

"Yes is bete. You have succeeded in making me unemployed. Or rather the edge of being lazy." Syifa protested furiously.

"Lho, you know, how come you're angry, madam?"

"Abis what else? College, you asked permission so I wouldn't leave this morning. Trus, cook, wash dishes and clean the house already there are handin." the voice on the other side sounded high. Make Zikra massage his own temples.

"Honey .. It's because I love you. I'm afraid you're exhausted after a diving battle. Didn't you feel anything else?" Syifa was very clumsy and speechless with Zikra's narration. "so now what do you want, honey?"

"Ehh, I want to have activities so as not to get bored at home continue to be rich gini."

"OKAY. Now you ask Mang Ucup to take you to my office."

"What are you doing? I'm not your office employee."

"Yes, but you're the wife of the office owner. That's me."

"But ... what do you want?"

"So you said you were bored at home."

"Yes, but you don't have to go to the office, do you?"

"Don't worry, I won't argue on the phone. If you argue until wrestling, let me participate after you get to my office."

"Ih, wrestling? I'm The Rock who can smack you down."

Zikra chuckled amusedly.

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