Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

She's my wife

Syifa walked behind Zikra with her hands intertwined. The girl lowered her face

hiding her eyes after crying. While Zikra stepped steadily towards her study. He did not care about the curious gazes of his employees who were forced to be distracted.

The figure of a handsome young boss like Zikra did have a very strong attraction. Especially in the eyes of female employees. Not only respected and respected but also valued. Moreover, all this time there was no news blowing about his status. Until they think the big boss is still a bachelor.

Yet seeing such an unusual sight made them a little astonished and curious. As if they were saying, "Who is the girl the boss is holding?"

Zikra opened and closed the door of her study with her left right. And his right hand pulled and was forced to drag Syifa in. The girl suddenly refused to enter and wanted to run away again.

Syifa felt she had no face after the humiliation she had received earlier. Made him half dead. Even his present sense of inferiority was greater than he had ever felt when Ayuniatara tried to snatch Zikra from him. Until he just wanted to hide like a komang-komang in his shell.

“Where are you from, Zik? I do it myself here.” The woman's complaints were growing

standing from a long sofa in Zikra's office. Moving towards Zikra.

Syifa immediately hid herself behind Zikra's burly body after hearing the woman's voice speak. He was embarrassed to meet the woman, remembering the incident in front of the reception desk. He was worried that the haughty woman would scorn and insult him even more severely in front of Zikra.

“I...” the woman did not continue her speech. He was interested in the figure behind Zikra. Moreover, the man clasped his hands very tightly as if he did not want to let go.

“Hey, who is the person behind you, Zik?” he asked curiously. "you're not interested in introducing him to me?"

“Oh, sori. Tasya introduce this Syifa.” Zikra pulled Syifa's hand forward, then grabbed her shoulder tightly.

"Is he your girlfriend?" ask the woman named Tasya as she extends her hand.

Syifa raised her face while smiling in forced manner and returned Tasya's hand.

“Hmm... You're the little girl you were, right? Who claimed to be his wife Zikra right?” the woman was direct

interrogating Syifa while chuckling lightly, recalling the incident earlier.

“What is so right?” Zikra turned towards Syifa trying to make sure, who answered a slow nod with a feeling of fear. He was afraid that Zikra would get angry after hearing the complaint from a woman he did not know.

Zikra's heart warmed, unconsciously a small smile fell on her thin lips. There is a happy bit

tucked in. But there was a sense of annoyance simultaneously sneaking in clogging his chest cavity. Because the woman had laughed at his wife who was considered a form of humiliation.

“Hahaha..” Tasya was chuckled at the appearance of Syifa who impressed geeky, kampungan and childish. “tbut.. kanya is not. Because I know what kind of girl you like. And for her richness.not enter in the criteria of your dream girl deh. Sori, I pulled my question asking her your boyfriend or open up. Without answering also I can know the answer.” he said confidently.

Syifa lowered her face.

Zikra clenched her hands tightly as if she was holding back an almost-shattering emotion. He wanted to breathe out his fire like a dragon to warn Tasya. And he said, "Never insult my wife if she wants to survive."

But the touch of Syifa's hand on her arm resuscitated her and turned her head. As if begging, "Calm Zik."

And the girl was begging, "Zik, take off your hand, my hand hurts you're squeezed like this. Maybe my fingers will fall out of place."

Tasya frowned looking at Zikra's handrails, which moved from shoulder to finger Syifa all look unusual in his eyes. Although he is not very familiar. But Zikra had never treated any woman so special as to her little sister. I don't know what the connection is between that young man and the geeky girl next to him. It doesn't seem like their relationship is simple.

"Tasya," Zikra's voice sounded low and heavy. "introduce her my wife." turned her eyes to Syifa. Sontak Syifa looked at Zikra in disbelief.

The deg! Syifa's heart beat suddenly. He was shocked to hear Zikra's confession.

Whahuh? Zikra introduced me as his wife? He thought he couldn't believe it.

"So, I'm asking you please don't insult her anymore."

"Zick." Syifa pinched Zikra's arm.

Tasya did not lose the shock. Zikra's confession made him feel like he was struck by lightning in broad daylight. He had never heard of Zikra's wedding before. Even Zikra's real mother who had already betrothed him (unilaterally because Zikra did not know the reason Tasya had approached him all this time) had never touched on the matter of the girl close to Zikra.

"You must be joking, right, Zik?" Tasya did not believe her and did not want to believe her. "how could you suddenly introduce her as your wife? Ah, I know. You must be doing a show, right, because you don't want to get caught up in your Mama's plan, right?" but it sounds as if it is comforting itself.

The almost middle-aged beautiful woman had repeatedly asked him to leave Syifa. And intend to do a business marriage with a beautiful girl from a rich family to advance Surya's business. But always opposed to Zikra who was love was rusty and veined to Syifa. Zikra swore that he would not leave his wife until life was in his body.

"I never joke when it comes to business and love" Zikra replied like a huge blow to Tasya.

Speechless tasya.

"We're married. We will have children soon. Syifa is currently pregnant with my child." said Zikra seriously, successfully making Tasya and Syifa unable to say. "I hope after knowing this, you can respect Syifa more as my wife, Mrs Zikra."

Tasya immediately grabbed the limited edition X brand bag that was previously placed on the sofa. He had no more reason to linger at Zikra's side in front of Zikra's legitimate wife. She did not want to be considered a lacquer in their household. Although in his heart he desperately wanted to be Zikra's life companion.

"OKAY. Congratulations on your marriage. Sorry I can't give you a gift for your wedding" Tasya said awkwardly.

"Thank you for your concern." said Zikra with a satisfied smile.

"Sorry, I can't stay here for long, because I have an appointment with someone else. Bye Zik, and .. lady Zikra. Once again congratulations on your wedding." said Tasya with a fake smile, then left Zikra's room.

Tasya pulled out her phone after getting into the elevator. Call one important contact number and tell about what has happened to the person across.

*

Zikra sat on the sofa. Syifa was standing while squeezing the end of her clothes.

"Hi, Mrs Zikra, what are you doing there? Come, sit!" Zikra immediately pulled Syifa's arm until the girl fell down in his arms. Then he made a surprise attack on the lips of his wife's ranum.

"Basic bawdy!" hardik Syifa resentfully pushed Zikra's body away from him.

"Why? How to become an esmosi?"

"You don't love to take off a beautiful girl whose body is plump, as cute as Mommy was?" Syifa asked back with an outpouring of emotion.

"Oh, you want to bless me with another wife?" goda Zikra blinked his eyes.

"Can. If you want me to castrate." said Syifa.

"Oh my goodness .. My wife is really sadistic, when her husband wants to be castrated?" Zikra pinched Syifa's chubby cheeks. "if I am castrated, how do we want to have a team? Because I have a plan to have as many children."

"What?!"

Zikra chuckled at Syifa's shocked expression that looked cute. But it made Syifa furious.

"Why did you tell me we're married to Ms Tasya? Also, say I'm all pregnant. Though I was .." suddenly Zikra shut Syifa's mouth with his lips until he could not continue his words. Syifa surprised.

Zikra let go of her kiss. He wiped Syifa's lips wet with his thumb.

"Honey, I have to tell you the truth before Tasya misunderstands. And indeed we must immediately announce our marriage, let the world know that Muhammad Zikra Al Fatir already has a beautiful wife, Nuzul Syifa Fauziah." said Zikra Proud. "for, I'm sure I'll soon grow the seedlings I planted in your womb." he continued stroking his wife's flat stomach.

"Your cut!"

"I have to get hurt!"

Syifa simply flicked her lips while raising her shoulders.

"You don't understand my manhood?" search Zikra with a sharp look.

"Ih, what are you talking about? Bawdy you!" Syifa pushed Zikra's body while turning her face away.

　

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