Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

You want to be honest, huh?

Syifa and Zikra still enjoy dinner at the roadside lesehan restaurant that has a main menu of grilled duck. But Syifa who does not like ducks, choose grilled chicken complete with white rice and vegetables. Zikra ordered the roasted duck.

Without talking they look greedy to finish each other's food. Zikra sipped her sweet iced tea. His eyes stared intently at the face he had known ten years ago.

I can't believe it's like seeing you again in this way. Now you have grown into a beautiful girl. A shadow about his childhood appeared in his mind.

Could he remember about me? Or our childhood in the village. But, I doubt it. From then on, his face was always down. Busy to finish food. He also did not try to talk to me. Although I have talked a lot since. But the response was flat. Answering is only then.

Zikra grunted softly.

Syifa had already finished her meal without any leftovers. A glass of squeezed orange water was not left.

"What time is it, right?" syifa asked, realizing that it was very dark.

"Nine hours."

"What's? Is it nine o'clock?" Syifa started to panic.

"Why? How did you panic?" zikra wanted to know.

"Yes, I was panicking. Because I'm late to go home," he said grumpily. "the idea is not allowed to go out late at night from nine o'clock. Now it's nine o'clock, and I'm still at his house at what time? Ten o'clock? It can pass me."

"Well can your parents be that extreme?" Zikra frowned as if in disbelief.

"Ah, elo do not know yet how to bring my nyokap, also fierce my bokap."

"Where are such parents?"

"There is."

"But my parents aren't like that."

"Yes, it's not the same. Our parents are different. How the hell is Lo?" Syifa hurried up from her seat. He stood up while tidying up his dress, and put on his bag which he had released while eating.

"Let me drive you home" Zikra offered.

"Not, thank you. I can go home by myself." Syifa's words sounded very straightforward. Not mean expensive selling. But he had to reject the offer of a foreign young man whom he had not known at all. Worrying will cause new problems. Although she could have lied by saying the young man was her future husband. Again, he did not dare to take the risk.

"But it's night now. It's not good a girl walks alone."

"Yes I know. Who said it was that morning?"

The girl sucks too.

Zikra reached out her hand wanting to introduce herself to Syifa. I hope the girl recognizes him.

"Yes, we don't know each other yet. Recognize me ..."

"Sori, I'm not pretentious or arrogant," he did not allow the young man to finish his words. "we should not have to know each other. After today, we won't see you again, will we?"

Zikra. Her heart was hurt by the words of her childhood friend.

"The world is narrow. People say only as wide as a moringa leaf."

"Let's just want as wide as a moringa leaf or as wide as a guava leaf. I don't care. If one day we meet again, let's just say we never met."

"But ..."

"Well, how much should I pay for the food I ate?" Syifa switched the conversation. In his heart, he was worried that his money would not be enough.

"No need, let everything pay. Think of it as an apology because it has troubled you earlier. And as a thank you for helping me and my friends reunion."

Syifa.

"OKAY. Thanks for the timing tonight," he said as he stood up. Tidying up her slightly tangled dress, slinging the bag over the shoulder.

Thank goodness this is what I am waiting for. Eat well but free.

"Where are you going?" reprimand Zikra managed to stop the girl's steps.

"You go home, it's night. Why do I want to stay here?" honest truth.

"Let me drive home" Zikra offered to redeem her guilt.

"Oh, no need. No need," Syifa shook her palms. His face looked frightened.

"Why?"

"Gue doesn't want to add any trouble," hurriedly closed his mouth.

"What problem?"

"No papa. This is not your business, anyway." Syifa immediately moved away the dead young man.

In his mind kept thinking how to not be late to go home. He never came out past nine o'clock. The current time has already shown half ten passing, close to ten. Screams of panic were clearly visible on the girl's innocent face.

Zikra was just observing Syifa from a distance. After paying the bill the young man hurried away from the diner's parking lot by riding his meticulous motorcycle. He saw the girl still standing on the lip of the road waiting for public transport. But he just left her. He doesn't want to get rejected again.

It felt like being rejected twice. I better not have to offer you a ride with that stubborn chick. He thought before darting away leaving the parking lot.

"Ih, you guys don't have feelings, cook me so. Supposedly as a gentleman he nawarin me a ride on the cake, or wait for me until I can angkot cake," hardiknya shrill. "Well, where am I going to go where I never came, and where am I worse? If I go home to take an angkot number how much I do not know." her tears dripped from her eyes.

So many sunday nights. The roar of the vehicle engine is occasionally accompanied by the sound of horns that are mutually unpretentious when there is a traffic jam. In contrast to Syifa's mood felt very quiet. The girl who was still sitting on a concrete chair by the roadside was only able to enjoy the bitterness in her life. Breaking up love is not a fun thing. Except something that successfully broke the heart, until it was difficult to stand up straight with a face looking up. Can only bow and mourn. Syifa's cheeks were wet with tears flowing down the river.

The night wind blows cold until it travels into the bone marrow. Syifa's sweater is not able to warm her body that feels cold. He hugged his own shoulder with both hands while rubbing to make his body feel a little warmer. His black hair was long unraveled in the wind. His face was bowed in.

Walking as close as Syifa's seat. Opening his jacket to cover the cold girl willingly.

Syifa raised her face after someone wrapped a jacket on her back. His eyes widened when he saw the figure return.

Silence - Zikra was waiting for the girl from a distance. He was worried that something bad would happen to Syifa, if she died alone on the side of the road like that. Therefore, Zikra persisted until the stubborn girl went up the angkot.

But already several different public transport cars stopped approaching him, not even he left. Until the handsome young man with a height of one hundred and seventy-five centimeters was anxious, seeing him still silently pecking on the side of the road.

"Elo?" Syifa stood up and took off her jacket from her back. Then return it harshly to the owner.

Zikra quickly grabbed his jacket before it hit the ground.

"Why are you still here? Didn't you say it was night? You should have gone home, right?" reproofing.

"Yes, but I don't know where to go?" sahut Syifa threw away his face.

"Haha. Strange, it turns out there are people who do not know where to go home? As far as I know, everywhere when people come home. How, so keder is that?"

"Kids also already know, if you go home, surely" muttered Syifa cynically.

"You know what, why are you still here?" todong Zikra growled. "Yes, go home!"

"Keep, elo himself why come back here again? Didn't you come home from earlier?"

"Ahrk! That's ..." Zikra seemed hesitant to tell Syifa the truth.

"What?"

"I have other business. You go home there. You are a girl, not good to be outside for a long time. Can catch your wind later," he replied without looking at Syifa's face who had been staring at him without blinking.

"If I knew where I was now, I still know the angkot number that I can overlap, I would have already reached home, kali .." he said.

"What's? So, you don't know this area at all?" Zikra's surprised.

Syifa shook her head. How will he know a lot of places if his space is always limited by his parents. There was no freedom for him to play outside the house, except Nadya's house.

" Yes..if you do not know this area, you can use an application to order an ojek online, right?" cetus hesitate.

"Hp I'm lowbet." Syifa's voice rang out. Holding back her tears that had filled her eyes.

Zikra was shocked. His pair of eyeballs caught the girl's painstaking gaze holding back her cries from breaking before him. Zikra's right hand reflex pulled Syifa's arm, hugging her tightly.

Syifa was shocked. Sontak pushed Zikra's burly body away from his body. Inevitably one slap landed on the handsome face of the young man.

Geez, what did I do just now? Syifa thought as she looked at her palm.

"You!" pekik Zikra in pain. Touching cheeks.

"Neng, if you fight with your boyfriend do not be on the side of the road, embarrassed many who see. It's better to finish it at home, "a passerby who happened to pass by and saw the event.

Syifa looks flabby. Only a silent look at the person passed from before him.

Zikra rubbed her cheeks slowly.

"It turns out besides being stubborn, you're also sadistic, huh?"

"Sori .." Syifa's voice sounded slowly full of regret.

Zikra scrunched his forehead.

"But, who told you to play hug everything. Don't think it's just a plate of rice, you can hug me as freely as you want? Sora! What kind of girl am I?" kilah Syifa growled.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry for daring to be rude to you, when I actually didn't mean it ..." Zikra hung his words.

"What's? Want to say you're a pervert?" rebut Syifa quickly.

"indiscriminately. I'm a good guy, born of good ancestry" he said.

"Breeet!"

"Yes, I don't believe it. I don't mean you to believe."

The atmosphere between them suddenly became quiet. Only the sound of vehicles passing by. A pair of Syifa and Zikra's eyes were staring at each other in silence.

"OKAY. This is the last offer. Do you want me to drive you home or not? If you want, let me take you now. But if you don't want to, I'll let you freeze here until tomorrow morning."

Syifa was silent.

Zikra was already impatiently waiting for an answer from Syifa. But the girl was still trapped in his silence. Not wanting to waste any free time, the young man immediately drew his own conclusions. Syifa refused it a second time. Without the ba-bi-bu Zikra moving left him. But not yet a step he moved Syifa touching his arm. Kontan Zikra.

"Gue wants to go home" Syifa said with a trembling voice.

Then Zikra rode his motorcycle parked on the side of the road. There was a look of doubt on Syifa's face.

"Come on, get on!" exciting Zikra.

Syifa sat in the seat of a Zikra motorcycle. Then the motorcycle that carried them darted away with a gust of wind. Syifa tugged at the end of Zikra's jacket to remove its horror.

　

　

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