Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Terror

Suddenly a black sedan car with high speed appeared splitting the highway. Syifa was surprised and tried to dodge before the front bumper of the car almost touched her body. But he felt that the car was targeting him, as the car continued to move along with wherever his footwork stepped.

Now, Syifa could no longer dodge. The engine and four-wheeled object was ready to hit him without mercy.

"Kyaaaaa.." cried Syifa breaking the silence of the night.

“Please…. Please...” Syifa relentlessly asked for help. I wish someone could save him. In his heart he had prayed that the car that was chasing him stopped running out of gas, or the driver was tired, or what was important the car was not chasing him anymore. His mind was completely confused.

Tiredness is no longer negotiable. His entire power has been drained. His voice could no longer be heard. This time he really gave up. Maybe his life will end…

“Shy…. Syifa...” heard Zikra's voice suddenly but somehow located where he was. Syifa turned her gaze in the midst of her panic to the right and left. There's no one there. Only himself and the car kept chasing him.

“Sayang... dear…. Wake up!” zikra's voice was heard again deafening, Syifa widened her eyes to see her husband at the end of the road in front of her. The presence of Zikra was like an oasis in the desert that was arid for him. A line of curvy smiles at the corners of her lips, accompanied by a clear water blur gliding freely from the eye patch wetting her cheeks.

"Wake up. let's wake up baby.." Zikra's cry many times made Syifa frown until she frowned her two black eyebrows.

Syifa looked back to confirm the distance between herself and the car. He saw the bumper of the car was getting closer and very close to him. Only half a meter... And. finally.the muzzle of the car was ready to hit him mercilessly….

"Kyaaaaakk.." cried Syifa while covering her face from the glare of the car lights that were very blinding to her eyes.

"Darling! Wake up!" zikra's strangulation further awakens Syifa from her nightmare.

Syifa opened her eyes wide. His gaze was pushy and absent-minded. Cold sweat drenched his forehead. His breath hunts like a runaway. His heart beat very fast. His body was completely weak and powerless. It was as if he had just experienced a gripping event.

"Darling... darling! You why?” tanya Zikra shook both of Syifa's shoulders. He was very panicked when suddenly his wife screamed for help. He was sleeping fast. But his body and mouth gave different reactions.

"Zick... " Syifa regained her senses and immediately hugged Zikra tightly. He cried with fear. "huhuhu... Zikras..."

"Darling... baby.no papa." Zikra stroked Syifa's back to calm her.

"But I'm afraid.the dream is too scary. It's like it's so real. I'm afraid it's coming true." said Syifa in her tears.

"You're calm, baby. Just a sleeping flower." comfort Zikra.

"But it all feels so real. They want to kill me." Syifa said trembling. Even though it was just a dream but it felt very real to make him afraid.

Zikra tried to calm the troubled Syifa. As well as asking for sleep again because the night is still long. But Syifa who was still very afraid was reluctant to go back to sleep. He was worried that the dream would come back to haunt him.

Zikra closed her body to Syifa. Clutching him tightly so that his wife feels more comfortable. Suddenly he remembered the canned letter he had received a few days ago. The letter contained a threat. The perpetrator threatened to hurt even did not hesitate to finish off the people closest to him. But he could not relate it to Syifa's nightmare.

After tired of crying and rummaging, Syifa fell asleep as well. Zikra let out a long breath. He can only hope in his heart that everything that happens in a dream will still end in a dream. Without having to be real.

*

It was three days after Syifa had a nightmare. His mood began to improve and was already able to forget about it. Zikra who was on a business trip outside the city also felt calm. Especially in his journey this time he will spend quite a long time. Five or even a week.

Before leaving for Zikra, he asked Syifa to stay in their new home. So that he is not lonely, also take care of all his needs because there is a household assistant who accompanies him. It is not Syifa whose name is not willing to obey. He was so stubborn that he chose to live in his own old house. The reason he was closer to Mama Dio, the woman he had considered as his biological mother. He who always misses Mother and Ade and Father, feels healed when always close to Mama Dio and the boy named Dio. Those who always fill their days feel always in the midst of warm family.

In addition, Nadya can freely come to play and stay at her home. Because the distance of Nadya's house and the old house is not too far away. Only once to ride an angkot and a little walk to get to his house. Unlike the location of the house that Zikra just bought. It takes two or three different rides. After that it must be connected up the motorcycle to enter the elite housing complex.

As a result, Zikra simply could not comment anymore. He just told me to always be careful while living alone at home. Syifa simply nodded obediently, agreeing with what her husband had ordered for her.

*

I don't know why in the past two days Syifa felt that someone was always watching his every move. Both at home and on campus. But he always broke his mind, because there was no reason for anyone else to go after him. Especially to injure him. Although it still makes him always overwhelmed with fear.

GET OUT OF ZIKRA'S LIFE. IF YOUR LIFE IS TO BE SAVED!

"Based on a prankster, no job." he said.

Today Syifa must follow her last course which will start at eight. He'll be home about half-time ten in the evening. That's also if there are angkots passing in front of the campus. Otherwise he will order ojol.

"A tiring day." he added, muttering to enter the class to attend his last course.

"His son Nadya went home first. The lecturer did not come, just doang job done at home." lamented his mind. Put the bag on the table.

"Fa, is there no one here yet?" hani asked her classmate who had just arrived, pointing at the empty seat on the side of Syifa.

"There is no such thing. Sit down." said Syifa.

"OKAY. Thanks." Thanks." Hani sat in that chair. Take out the textbook that he got.

Syifa grunted fretfully. He doesn't seem excited.

"Why do you, Fa?" telisik Hani wonder.

"Bete me. Going home alone. At home alone too." said Syifa honestly.

"Where are you going, embeb elo?" Hani smiles. The girl actually did not know that Syifa was married. Because he had seen Zikra several times come to pick him up, plus Syifa introduced him as his fiancee.

"Leave town for a week."

"The elo-pants are so hot."

Syifa slapped her face over her folded hands on the table.

"Udah. don't be sad. There are still plenty of fish in the sea."

Syifa looked up her face showing a slight surprised expression. He smiled slanted.

"Elo think I'm a fisherman? Talk about all fish. I am alone again. Why also elo told me to ask friends of all fish?"

"Oh, you're really sensi? It's just a proverb."

"Udah ah, I again bete gini taught to speak the proverbs of all."

Hani shook his head while grunting softly.

"Basic, no fuss yes, if you talk to someone who is upset again." lamented Hani turned his eyes forward.

Classes begin when a male teacher arrives. The atmosphere of the class became more serious to hear the explanation of the lecturer.

True Syifa said Hani was upset, following the course half-heartedly.

Seriate...

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