Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Move On

Sunday is the day for Syifa berleyeh-leyeh ria. In reality, it's not always like that. A myriad of homework awaits him. Starting from tidying up the bed, but every day he did, just drama to impress busy. Help Mommy sweep the floor and yard, mop every corner of the house, to help Mommy cook in the kitchen, even if it only helps clean vegetables, or shop to the stall to buy less kitchen spices.

Mother has prepared breakfast on the dining table. Breakfast menu this morning special fried rice made by Mother who always make nagibih.

Father, Mother, and Ade, Syifa's seven-year-old younger brother. They all sat in their seats. Only Syifa had not seen the trunk of her nose.

"Bun, where's Teteh?" tanya Dad used a favorite call for Syifa.

"Most still bobo times, Dad," Ade said in a cute voice. "And every Sunday, Teteh lazy to wake up in the morning."

Dad stroked Ade's hair gently while sharing a big smile.

"Who said that?" suddenly Syifa appeared, then sat in the chair in front of Ade while sticking out her youngest sister's tongue.

Ade scowled while pursing her cute lips.

"After all, do not need to make a storm," Mother's sergeant broke up the commotion. "Come, eat breakfast!"

Syifa and Ade did not answer, but they only did what you told them to do. Secretly they reciprocated stick out their tongues as expressions of mutual attachment to each other.

"Well, what about yesterday's date?" reprimanding Mother distracts all family members.

Syifa suddenly coughed as she choked on the fried rice she was chewing. In a hurry he gulped down the water that consumed half a glass.

"So, they actually found Bun?" Dad looked very enthusiastic.

Oh my gosh. How is this? Same dad Mommy started discussing dating yesterday. I have to answer if they ask that guy. Can be caught until caught. If it turns out the guy I met yesterday is not my future husband.

Syifa began to feel angry.

"Yes, Dad." Mother is very tight.

"Good news."

Good news for Dad. Still bad news for Teteh.

"Then how did Mbak Mai respond to Kang Surya, Bun? They've sent word to Mommy yet?"

"You're not talking straight yet, Dad. But Mbak Mai has sent Mother a message via WA doang anyway, Well."

Aaaa ... Lothawat! Lothawat!

Syifa's face stiffened and was nervous. His heart beat irregularly.

"Then what was the young man's response, Bun?" search Dad curious.

"Looks like that young man like our son, Dad," said Mother sparkling.

"Certainly so?"

Mother nodded her head confidently.

Syifa took a short and slow breath. His forehead crept until it wrinkled. His head suddenly felt dizzy.

"Dad, Mother, what the hell is that talking about? Ade doesn't understand," interrupted the boy innocently.

Father and Mother gasped at the innocent question of her youngest child. They only realized that their chatter was being heard by minors. Adult talk should not be spoken in front of a child like Ade.

"Ade .. Unfortunately Mother and Father. Is the meal finished yet?" Mother diverts the conversation.

Ade shook his head.

"It."

"You already, Ade went to watch tv first yes, there are Doraemon cartoons, you know," he said without making his youngest son expelled.

"Doremon? Hooray ... Ade likes ..." Ade cheers very happy. Ade got down from his chair, went to the middle room.

Syifa hastily searched for safety so as not to be harassed by her parents about her date last night. Lifting all dirty dishes, washing dishes quickly in the dishwasher. Put it on a shelf, then kabuurr!!!

"Tea," exclaimed Mother stopped her steps.

Dugm! syifa's heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment. With hesitation while cheering the stiff smile the girl turned her head.

"Yes, Mother."

"Where are you going?"

"Ehh .. want to nemenin Ade briefly watch the movie Doraemon, the abis clean, deh" he said lightly.

"Oh, yeah."

Syifa breathed a sigh of relief.

It's engrossed! I survived.

*

Eight o'clock at night.

Syifa leaned her shoulders on the head of her bed after she finished all her schoolwork. There is no activity he can do at this time. In the past, before breaking up from Angga, at hours like this he always spent calling or waiting for a phone call from him. Feeling riled up for too long waiting, until finally happy after hearing the sound of the coolest guy in school. But everything is now the past. It is not beautiful to be remembered. He was happy with Rima.

Ough! Sebel!

A notification appeared on Syifa's phone screen. Suddenly his forehead crept.

Hi, I'd like to see you. When do you have time?

Such was the sound of a short message from her future husband. Sentences that are too to the point.

Don't know. My sori is busy.

Rejection without further ado, Syifa felt enough to reply to the contents of the message from him. Then without wanting to wait for a reply from the young man, he immediately turned off his cellphone.

"Rasain Lo is delicious I refuse." he said as if speaking before the young man in front of his phone that had been off. A tinge of satisfaction emanated on his face.

Syifa changed her sitting position. Suddenly remembered his meeting with a young man when in the cafe yesterday. He grunted slowly.

If my future husband was her, maybe the story was different.

Syifa suddenly felt uneasy herself remembering everything that had happened. He shuddered amusedly.

"No, I can't think of anything. If until my parents know can berabe," he reminded himself.

A pair of beads of his eyes stared at the ceiling of the room. The shadow of the young man's face again disturbed the calmness of his soul. But he did not want to dissolve in memories, let alone relate to Angga. He should close the book. Hopefully tomorrow he can carve memories in a new sheet of life books, to become a fun day for him.

The air this morning was very cold. Glowing slowly hit Syifa's plain face without makeup. Her footsteps were so light, as light as a small smile that was on her cheeks, tracing the school corridor to her classroom on the second floor.

Suddenly Syifa's steps stopped. His pitch-black eyes saw the shadow of Angga sitting with his three best friends, Boncu, Awenk, and Sonik, in the long chair in front of their class. Their smiles too. But it soon vanished when Rima came near them. Angga welcomed the arrival of the beautiful girl warmly. The bondage between the two was unabashed in front of his friends.

Syifa's tears slid sharply without compromise. Heart wounds that have not healed, bleeding again. Nadya directly draped her arms around Syifa's neck, pushing her into the classroom.

Syifa gasped, immediately brushed off Nadya's hand quickly.

"What the fuck is Lo, Nad?"

Nadya grunts.

"Not funny, you know?"

"Elo the shit?"

Syifa clenched an eyebrow until it almost fused together.

"Don't you see them? You want to cry Bombay in front of them?" nadya's search is furious. "Lo want to get them hit like the other day?"

"Elo, what the hell is that? Early in the morning, he slammed, "he wiped away the tears.

"Cip, I only care about elo, because elo my best friend. I don't want elo cry anymore lamenting love elo which turned out to only be a runaway with the Angga's brat."

"Who is crying?"

Nadya snorted again.

"Cip, I'm not blind, until you don't see your tears falling on Lo's cheeks," Nadya pointed with her chin raised.

Syifa.

"From now on you have to move on. Forget him, if you need to find a replacement." said Nadya.

"Ehem!" the sound of people shaking.

Sontak Syifa and Nadya turned to the source of the voice. It seemed Aini was staring at them cynically.

"Basar tacky, not good quality," hardiknya then throw face. Moving away to his desk.

Syifa and Nadya looked at each other. They shrugged not understanding what the direction of one of their classmates said. I don't know since when Aini often acts cynical like that. Especially to Syifa. But they never looked bickering or involved in serious problems. But Aini's dislike was always shown in front of Syifa.

Uncommanded Syifa and Nadya moved towards their adjacent desks. Waiting for the school entrance bell. Shortly after, the teachers of the field of study also entered their classes.

*

"Today there's a lot of crying in the morning at school, huh?" seloroh Boncu with a loud voice during the first break in the school cafeteria. "His luck is still dear, but poor love claps one hand."

All the students in the canteen immediately turned their eyes towards Boncu, because his voice sounded very disturbing the calmness of their resting hours.

"What's the matter, who?" timpal Awenk glanced at the seats of Syifa and Nadya not far from their seats.

"Who else if not MTGMO," said Boncu enthusiastically.

"MTGMOS? What the hell lo, sooty," Awenk frowned not understanding what his best friend meant.

"That's it, the Most Beautiful Former Failed to Move On!"

They laughed satisfied. Including Angga and Rima who also joined them.

Syifa bowed in. Unable to hide his shame. The tears that always came uninvited had filled his eyes.

Nadya's hands clenched tightly. Furious with babbling Boncu and the genks. Hit the table with his fist. He stood up to satirize them, and curled with words that could poke their mouths shut in an orderly manner. But everything sorted out when Syifa stopped him. He did not want to add to the length of his business with them.

"Cliches. I beg Nad, don't .." said Syifa half-noisy. His voice sounded soft.

Nadya heard it. I could not see the tears of my friend. He knows how hard it is for a friend to survive. Suffering from being played by a much loved man, and being forced to accept an arranged marriage with an unloved man.

Geez Cipa, I'm so happy with you.

Nadya sat back down. His pair of eyes were staring at his best friend's face that looked like a sky filled with cloudy clouds. Clouds that contain a lot of water. But it is no longer flood water, but a flood that is ready to destroy everything around it.

*

It feels bad to have to cross paths with Boncu and the genks after school. Usually we always meet when we want to go down the stairs. Besides ogah hearing the nyinyiran, look at their faces so make a pair of eyes. If Nadya says, their face is only for the eyes. Haha .. hehmm. I am so grateful to have a friend like Nadya. He is a true friend who is always in joy and sorrow, and is good at entertaining.

Nadya's eyes immediately glared when Boncu and the genks wanted to act to Syifa. A little snapping they shut up immediately.

Nadya and Syifa waited for the angkot in front of the school gate with several other students from different classes. Same with Aini. The girl was also seen waiting, either the same questionnaire as them or someone would pick her up. He stood a little far away from where they were.

A few minutes later. The big red metic motorcycle stops right in front of Aini. Their loyal contacts wait for angkot, turning their eyes to a pair of young people who are very harmonious like a pair of lovers. No doubt Nadya also listened. Envy rips through his acute singles soul.

"Yeah ampyun. Very handsome .. yes Pa," Nadya nudged Syifa's waist with elbow.

"What the hell, Nad?" Syifa who was busy with her phone was forced to take her eyes off. But he looked in the opposite direction. "The eyes are cataract, right? Cook Mr. Narim who has been said to be handsome. Don't you have a crush on him? Oh my Nad, amit-amit baby branch deh."

Nadya snorted loudly when she saw her best friend was misguided. He hurriedly led the right direction of view.

"It's not that direction. But over there," pointed Aini with the young man of the motorcyclist. "bull right?"

Syifa simply obeyed Nadya's instructions. Then Syifa lightly rounded her lips to form the letter O.

Uh. That guy I've seen. But where is it?

"It's lucky that Aini can have a guy as handsome as him," added Nadya. "continue, they are both very friendly to make me jealous. Until my single soul thrashed."

Syifa gasped after remembering the incident last Sunday night with a young man. It turned out that the young man was him. The young man who was with Aini.

Je-je-so, that guy's his girlfriend Aini.*****me!

Aini's motorbike docked away passing in front of them. The young man's face turned towards Syifa. Her small smile was friendly.

Syifa just kept silent while staring at his disappearance. For a moment the pounding of his heart suddenly lost its harmony. He breathed a short breath. His forehead was furrowed until both of his eyebrows were clutched.

　

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