Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Hope

Exactly at half an hour. After finishing checking and signing some documents, Zikra invited Syifa to leave her study room for lunch.

Without hesitation Zikra took Syifa by putting his fingers between Syifa's fingers so tightly. Syifa acted the opposite. Awkward and less still dominates him. He did not dare to align his steps beside Zikra. Just hide his face behind Zikra.

There were so many pairs of eyes watching Zikra and Syifa. Disappointed and heartbroken faces make the atmosphere of Zikra's office feel gripping Syifa. To make him afraid to raise his eyes to them.

The receptionist who had laughed and sneered at Syifa. Now widened his eyes surprised to see the snot girl out of the elevator while being held by Zikra. As if asserting Syifa is the girl the big boss loves the most.

Zikra deliberately stopped her steps right in front of the reception desk. Zikra's lips revealed a friendly smile, but his gaze felt sharp and cold, like a blade ready to hit directly through the heart of the receptionist. He gulped his saliva painstakingly to moisten his suddenly drying throat.

"Happy si-ang, sir." The receptionist named Larasati greeted respectfully while nodding her head. But only answered with murmur by Zikra.

Finish my history! It turned out that the snot girl was really his wife Mr. Zikra! thought Larasati was worried.

Syifa still did not want to lift her face. Suddenly shocked as Zikra raised his chin.

"Bless your face when you are beside me. Show who you are without hesitation or fear. I will help you get rid of those who have underestimated you." whispered Zikra in front of Syifa's face. Syifa nodded quickly.

Zikra was quite embittered by the behavior of a handful of employees who had underestimated his wife. And he didn't want it to keep repeating itself the next day,

Before stepping out Zikra pulled Syifa's hand. Then move the position of his beloved wife's hand coiled on his arm. He glanced at Larasati. After that, walk while pulling out his phone. Search for one number in a quick search.

"tidy him. I don't want to see him again. At the latest tomorrow morning I have not seen his appearance again scattered in my office." said Zikra who was immediately guaranteed by the person who was across there.

*

Syifa brushed aside Zikra's hand while she was in the car. She was a little careless with her husband's attitude as if purity to her. Maybe while still in the office he can understand his attitude that wants to show their special relationship to everyone.

But for in the car as it is today there is no need to be shown. After all, the ones in the car other than the two of them were only office drivers. Unfortunately, Zikra disagreed with Syifa. Without a doubt let alone shame he still holds his wife's hand even though her palms sweat.

"Ih, you don't have to be so damn bucin. Lebai know what?" shifa complains, he took off Zikra's hand.

"Biarin. After all, what I do believe is that my own wife is not a neighbor's wife," Zikra relaxed as she reached for Syifa's hand again. As if he did not want to be away from the girl. "lagian grasping the hands of his own partner can be a reward you know."

"Things? What connection?" Syifa did not understand.

"There was. Everything done by a married couple that is done sincerely will bring rewards. Remember, the wife's paradise is in the husband." Zikra rolled her eyes flirtatiously.

Syifa was just grieving at the look of her husband's behavior. And did not deny what Zikra said. And still let the young man hold his hand in a very close position. Makes the girl's heart warm and feel very loved.

Oh my God .. I am very lucky to be awarded a husband like Zikra. May Zikra's love, love and affection remain like this. And it doesn't change until anytime. Syifa's inner whispers offer a prayer full of hope.

*

Arrive at the restaurant of Zikra's choice. Syifa was invited into the VIP room. Until there are only two of them in there to enjoy the menus that are also selected by Zikra. Because Syifa does not really understand what is written in the menu list of foods that all use foreign languages.

Zikra smiled happily at Syifa's expression which she thought was very cute when enjoying the food that had been served on the table. Maybe if someone else who saw the girl's attitude would say, "tacky girl and shabby."

"Eat a lot, baby. So that the seeds that have been cutaneous so far can grow and develop properly." Inner Zikra hopes Syifa will soon become pregnant. That way he can convince his mother not to try to make it difficult for the presence of girls who are expected to be Syifa's mediator.

Zikra did not want to let go of Syifa for whatever reason. Marriage is only once in his life. There would be no one else but the two of them and their children.

"Where? Yummy?" asked Zikra who had just stared at Syifa in amazement. He hasn't touched the food yet.

"Hmmm. Pake really." said Syifa vigorously while nodding quickly.

Seeing Zikra who had not touched his food. Kontan Syifa took the initiative of thrusting and feeding food from his own spoon. Even though it unconsciously means they will kiss indirectly. But it's not a big deal. The two of them kissed directly.

Zikra held Syifa's hand which was gripping the tablespoon. The shock made his heart beat faster. Then without hesitation Zikra put the spoon in her mouth to warm Syifa's heart.

"You don't eat? Stomach pain again?" syifa asked idly but attentively.

"No." replied Zikra briefly. "I'm just happy to see my wife eating with joy." he continued successfully make Syifa confused.

"Did? Meanin?"

"Yes already. Come on, eat it again. If you're lacking, I order you again."

"Hmmm. Don't have. I'll be fat." - Shifa was worried.

"No papa. Anyway, someday your stomach I'll make fat."

"Ih, the evil ..."

"Darling.. Why do I say evil anyway?" spoiled Zikra's sulk that looks childish. This was the first time the young man had shown his childish attitude towards his wife. The girl also became gawked at the unusual behavior of Zikra.

"Aren't you going to be pregnant with my child?" zikra's facial expression suddenly serious.

"Huh?! N-not so ..." Syifa seemed confused to answer Zikra's question.

"Then what?"

"I mean ..."

"Huhahah. You are so panicked." Zikra chuckled amusedly, content to tease Syifa.

Syifa scratched her face.

Gently Zikra stroked Syifa's smooth chubby cheeks. It was as if he was showing how much he loved and loved his wife.

Syifa who was not used to being treated like that immediately dodged. His face was red and misbehaved. Then put the spoon on his plate.

"What are you so weird about?" rebuke Syifa while touching her cheek that Zikra touched earlier.

"Why? Can't hold my wife's cheek, can you?" Zikra asked, "remember, you belong to me completely. From the head of the hair to the end of the foot. Inside out you have me too."

"Ih, what are you talking about? So, whistle that?"

"I just want to blackmail you. You belong to me. No one can take it from me."

"A lot of stress, anyway?" symphonic.

Zikra smiled happily.

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