Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Where'd you...

Zikra seemed confused when he did not find Syifa in his campus. There is nothing in his new home either. The phone is also inactive.

"Darling... Where the hell are you? Why are you suddenly missing like this?" she leaned on herself while driving her car. His gaze was straight forward as he continued to search by turning his head on each side of the road, wishing his wife was in between.

Suddenly Zikra remembered Syifa saying, "I prefer the old house." Without a second thought he immediately turned back towards his old house.

Upon arrival in front of the house, Zikra immediately got out of his car after previously turning off the engine that was still on. Fled into the house whose door was not locked. Passing through the living room, opened the door of his room but just stood on the doorstep. He did not find the figure he was looking for. Before entering Syifa's room, she looked at the kitchen and found no signs of life there.

It was only when he opened the door of Syifa's room that he found what he was looking for. The girl sat on her bed, clutching her knees in her own embrace. While his face was buried above his arm that was hugging his knee. He wears his sleeping piayama with a short-sleeved shirt and long pants limited to his ankles. His black hair was left unraveled dangling to the right and left of his body.

Slowly Zikra walked over to him in relief while taking off his black coat, and a tie coiled around his neck. It was placed on the back of a study chair in Syifa's room. Then roll up his white shirt sleeves up to the elbows. Because the person he loves is in a safe condition. To be honest for a few days he was often hit by anxiety and worry for no reason. Feelings that come from nowhere. He only felt that his wife was being stalked by danger.

Zikra sat on the edge of the bed facing Syifa. Stretched out his right hand, then stroked his wife's hair dearly. Syifa gasped as someone touched her soft hair. He nodded his face. His eyes were wet as if he was crying.

"Darling you are here. I was looking for you on campus but you didn't exist. I'm looking for you in our new home, too. You don't exist either. Where are you from?" said Zikra softly with a tone of worry-filled speech.

Zikra was surprised to see his wife's eyes wet. Not having time to ask suddenly Syifa immediately hugged her body tightly making her surprised and stunned. He returned the embrace tighter. Although surprised by Syifa's sudden aggressive attitude, but he did not deny it made him very happy. Finally the girl did not act shy of the cat anymore.

But when I heard the sound of stuffing Zikra shocked and curious about what had happened to the person who was very familiar. Then hurriedly pushed softly on Syifa's body. Looked at carefully.

"What's up, baby? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" tanyanya. Syifa simply lowered her face in silence. Sometimes still heard his sobbing. "ayo, tell me what's going on, hehm?"

Zikra wiped Syifa's wet cheeks with both of her thumbs. Caressing the top of his head, cupping his wife's face to look at each other. Zikra kissed Syifa's forehead gently, then drowned her head in her arms.

"Speak, honey..."

"I don't want Daddy's house for sale." said Syifa Lirih.

"What?" Zikra was very surprised. "are you serious?"

Syifa just nodded weakly.

"Yes, you leave all this to me. I promise to take care of everything well." Zikra reassured after hearing all that Syifa had told her.

Syifa smiled slightly.

"Thank you, yes." said Syifa.

"What's? Thanks?"

"Yes. Because you're kind enough to help me take care of Dad's house."

"Nothing else?"

"meaning?" Syifa suddenly nodded.

"Hey," exclaimed Zikra flirtatiously as he poked his wife's chin. "you think everything in this world is free?" he continued with eyes that were difficult to read by Syifa.

Syifa frowned in wonder. Inwardly confirming her husband's statement. But he did not like and was disappointed to hear the words of Zikra who seemed to be calculating with him. Even though he was his wife. As a good husband, Zikra should do what she wants.

"So you're asking me for the same reward?" search Syifa bete.

"Yes dong." said Zikra lightly.

"Humph! How much do I have to pay?" his question seemed to challenge the handsome guy and the tyrant in front of him. And in his heart he said, "godly, where can I pay if Zikra is serious about asking for payment? Eating, drinking, shelter, clothes and everything****** was a whimper borne by him." Syifa's pretty face seemed pajama just thinking about it.

Zikra smiled broadly at his wife's stupid-looking face as she thought about something that was not the same as what she thought.

"You must be thinking weird, huh?" seduce Zikra while pinching Syifa's dear nose.

"iii-iii. Sick Zikra ..." peeked Syifa spoiled brushed off her husband's hand. But instead was captured and held tightly by Zikra.

"Darling, I ask you never to think much less to judge to pay for all my kindness, my attention, and all my gifts with materials" Zikra said in a heavy voice. His pair of brown-eyed netra stared fixedly at the girl in front of him. He gently kissed the back of Syifa's hand "because I would never ask for it. I just ask you to always be faithful by my side. Neither am I happy nor difficult. I always hoped you would remain until life parted with its body." she continued.

Syifa was stunned to hear all the honest words of her husband. He did not want to go far from the man. Spontaneous Syifa touched Zikra's lips with her lips at a glance. He took it as a sincere thank you to him.

Zikra widened her eyes in surprise. He quickly held Syifa's back head straight back for a deeper kiss. The other hand was positioned on the girl's waist in order not to go anywhere.

Syifa who felt that she had a surprise attack was shocked. His body felt frozen accompanied by the sound of his heartbeat beating fast.

"Reply to my kiss, dear.." pinta Zikra after letting go of her kiss for a moment. Then he kissed her back.

After a while Syifa was silent, finally she returned it until the kisses of the two were mutually shaken.

Connect ....

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