Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

I'm Sad

Syifa came to Zikra's office escorted by Mang Ucup. Right in front of the door of the lobby of the car driven by Mang Ucup stopped. Syifa went down after earlier thanking the thin-moustached man.

There was no friendly welcome from the servants who were none other than her husband's subordinates. They do not know that a boss they respect is married. It is certain that they do not know who the boss' wife is. That person is in front of their own eyes.

Syifa was confused how to meet Zikra in the 20-story building. He forgot to bring his phone. So, he had to ask at the reception.

"Excuse me, Ma'am." said Syifa awkwardly.

"Yes, deck. Can anyone help?" a friendly receptionist.

The woman watched Syifa from head to toe. She thinks Syifa is a high school girl who wants to submit a Field Work Practice (PKL) proposal, as her age-old high schoolers often do ahead of graduation exams. Especially at that time Syifa only wears a white shirt with a print image on the front of the shirt, combined with a milk chocolate sweater without worms. Belle jeans pants. White sneakers, and only ponytailed hair. Every now and then the girl plays her sling bag strap that crosses in front of her chest.

Syifa frowning is called adek by a woman named Saraswati. The name Syifa knew from the signboard attached to the woman's right chest.

"E.h, I'd like to see Zikra. Eh, he means Mr. Zikra, Muhammad Zikra Al fatir." hastily Syifa recited his speech to be more polite. "yes, sir Muhammad Zikra Al Fatir."

The woman looked surprised to hear Syifa calling her boss just by calling her nickname. All along no one had dared to call his great boss with such a call.

"Have an appointment?"

Syifa seemed excited to answer what. Is it possible that they would believe him if he directly answered Zikra who told him to come? Otherwise, what was the right reason for her to easily meet her own husband?

"I was told to come with Mr. Zikra himself, Ma'am." Syifa's answer managed to invite the laughter of two women who sat on the reception bench, including Saraswati. Also a beautiful woman who has just come with the same purpose as Syifa. "because I am her ..tri"

The woman looked elegant with a strict mini dress of salem color to form her slender body. His legs look level with high heels in the color of the sign. Her hair was long wavy with dark brown color. Her skin is so clean, smooth and her full face make up makes her look like an artist in soap operas.

"Jeez deck. If the dream is not too high." sloroh Saraswati in a mocking tone. "where may this little adek his wife, our boss is very handsome, which may want to be equally adek who has not graduated high school." chuckles tickled.

Syifa red face held in shame. He had never expected his honesty to bear such painful humiliation. He's speechless.

"Sir, I want to see Mr. Zikra, because I am his tu-na-ngannya." between the beautiful woman deliberately hit Syifa's heart.

Syifa fell silent, bowed in shame. Her tears welled up in her eyes.

"Please enter, use the elevator on the right." Saraswati said kindly while pointing to the special elevator for the bosses and VIP guests.

The woman immediately moved in with a triumphant cold grin. Syifa had to write a statement on the guest list feeling devastated. After that go using the elevator used by ordinary employees.

Upon arriving on the floor that Zikra's office should be on, Syifa headed for the room that the receptionist had said. It turned out that it was not Zikra's office room that he went to, but Zikra's assistant room named Derry.

"Excuse me ..." Syifa was immediately stunned to see the figure of a minus-eyed man sitting behind his desk.

Derry looked back at Syifa with a confused feeling of not asking anyone to come inside her office.

"Yes, what's the need?" ask without further ado.

Syifa could not help but be sad to have played receptionist samber gledek it.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm going to Zikra's room. Uh, I mean ... Mr. Zikra's room." Syifa's voice shuddered in tears. "s-I don't know if this isn't his room. So I'm sorry if I got in the wrong way." twisted his body was about to go out.

"Wait!" syifa's move stopped. Derry walked up from his seat. "who are you?"

"S-s-my Syifa. I was told to come to see Mr. Zikra in his office" he answered, wiping his tears that suddenly fell on his cheeks. Therefore, he did not turn his body to face Derry so as not to see his tears.

"Mrs." Syifa was shocked when Derry found out his identity. Then the man drove her to Zikra's room.

"Zick!" Syifa entered Zikra's room after knocking on the door first. She happily opened the door, thinking Zikra would welcome her arrival after receiving the humiliation from the receptionist.

However, reality and hope do not always go hand in hand. Shocked, disappointed, angry, jealous and humiliated mixed into one when a pair of beads in his eyes witnessed Zikra's affection with a woman he had met at the reception desk.

Zikra was sitting in her work chair, while the beautiful woman was sitting on her lap looking very intimate. Suddenly they were surprised to turn their eyes to the source of the voice.

"Syi-fa?" zikra's eyes were shocked at the sudden arrival of his wife.

The woman looked at Syifa cynically.

"Sorry, I came at the wrong time." with a broken heart and a trembling voice Syifa tried to calm down, without waiting for a response from Zikra, she went out while closing the door again. Her tears immediately poured down her cheeks.

The female secretary Zikra who was sitting in front of her room just stared at the girl in astonishment. Syifa did not have time to ask immediately ran to the elevator while wiping her tears with her hands, regardless of the astonished gazes of the karyan who sat at their respective work desks.

You fucking Zikra! It's been a success he cheated on me behind my back. You striped nose guy! The unfaithful man!

"Who's that Zikra girl? Why is he so disrespectful, calling you names?" ask the woman curious.

Instead of answering the woman's question, Zikra instead acted cold and chased her out of her lap. But the woman fluttered inside Zikra's room and sat down on the sofa. He immediately told Derry to chase after Syifa and bring her back to his room.

Syifa must have misunderstood me and Luna earlier. Thought Zikra was agitated.

Derry quickly executes his boss' orders. It did not take long for the man who was Zikra's right hand to find the girl who was crying sobbing in the elevator. Actually he did not want to interfere in other people's affairs. But, for things related to his big boss, not just meddling instead had to intervene to take care of everything so that his boss was satisfied.

"Tell Zikra sir, I'm home. I will come to visit again if the time is right." said Syifa Lirih refused Derry's invitation.

"Sorry Madam, the boss is asking you to come to his room right now" argued Derry insist on asking Syifa to come. He pulled Syifa out of the elevator.

"I don't want to interrupt their fun. I ... I ..." Syifa had not yet finished her sentence, suddenly Zikra came directly to hug her tightly.

Without command Derry immediately retreated to see such an awkward situation.

Syifa was crying in Zikra's arms. His hands clenched tightly and then lifted hitting Zikra's back in annoyance.

"Basic guy's eye basket! Husband is not loyal! He said he wanted to have a child with me. But cheating was behind me." hardened Syifa was overwhelmed with explosive emotions.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Zikra still hugged Syifa tightly without even loosening her arms. Instantly stopped the hand of Syifa who had been busy venting her anger by beating her husband's back." I never cheated on you. Because I just love you."

Syifa was silent. Zikra loosened her embrace. Wiping his wife's tears with both of his thumbs. After that, kiss her, baby.

"Trust me, my love is only for you." Zikra looked seriously at the pair of pitch-black Syifa netra.

"Lied."  Syifa threw away her face. Her tears were still on her cheeks.

Zikra smiled bitterly. Understand what his wife is feeling right now.

"good. Follow me!" he shouted while holding Syifa's hand back to his room.

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