Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

I've finally found you...

Beautiful decorations decorate the room in the hotel ballroom that Ayuniatara has ordered. The decoration, which is dominated by white and pink roses, has conjured up a room like a flower garden.

Zikra, who did not want to interfere with the matter of her birthday event with Tara, chose to stay silent and just look indifferently. Because his men have managed to track Syifa's current whereabouts. Without waiting to be told by Tara. In accordance with the agreement they agreed. Tara will tell the whereabouts of Syifa right after the ijab kabul event was pledged in front of the penghulu. So he had planned with his people to pick up Syifa, right on the day of his wedding which would happen tomorrow afternoon.  Thus Zikra did not have to marry a cunning girl like Ayuniatara.

Zikra is currently in a hotel in Bandung. After seeing the decorations for her wedding, she left for the flower city this afternoon. In his heart he ceaselessly prayed and pityed to be given ease and smoothness in finding Syifa. The plan is tomorrow morning they will all slide into the house that has been accommodating Syifa.

The night is late. However, both of Zikra's eyes felt faint and could not sleep. His mind was on tomorrow's plan. I can't wait to find his soul mate who's been missing. For a while the plan was only focused on meeting Syifa. To report the crime of Haryanto Atmaja and Tasya only thought about after everything was completed. Also tell Hani's parents the facts of their beloved daughter's death.

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The morning has come. Zikra was tidy with her black suit stellan. Her heartbeats felt erratic like a teenager who would meet her boyfriend who would be dating for the first time. A smile continues without control.

After breakfast, Zikra and a group of three black sedan cars drove straight to TKP. Very dear road to the location can not be traversed by car. Can only be reached by motorcycle or on foot. Then Zikra decided to hire an ojek that happened to be running on the lip of the alley. Unfortunately there were only three fitters available for three passengers. That means Zikra can only invite two people to join him. Because he couldn't possibly ask the others to run or walk after him.

Finally Zikra decided that the two people who followed him were Derry, and one of his men who knew the field of their search. The rest are waiting in the car.

After traveling a few kilos, they arrived in front of a simple cubicle house. Zikra directly down from the motorbike he was riding. Look at that house. Followed by Derry and one of his men.

Darling..I came to pick you up. whispered Inner Zikra softly. His eyes looked wet holding haru who suddenly approached his heart.

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Ayuniatara already looks beautiful wearing a white kebaya, with a beautiful jasmine flowers roncean and dangling from the top of his head. She deliberately chose a classic concept at her wedding. Wearing kebaya and batik prada fabric on her skirt. As well as a bun on the back of his head complete with a bouncy flower as a decoration. Bright face and charming smile on the back with a red blush.

But his facial expression was suddenly agitated when Zikra had not yet seen his nose before the kabul ijab event was held. Though all the invited guests and both parents Zikra were present at the event venue.

He seemed busy in front of the building. He looks frustrated when he repeatedly fails to contact someone. Almost the phone in his hand was thrown on the floor. But the snooze was done when Mama asked him to come into the room. He lazily followed his mother's orders.

"Fats... Fatir... Where are you? Our marriage contract is about to begin." cried Ayuniatara in an agitated heart. He walked back and forth in the hotel room he booked specifically for his wedding night with Zikra, while sticking a cell phone in his ear.

Elsewhere Tasya smiled cynically at the suffering of her half-brother.

"God! Finally your plan failed Ma'am, without me having to intervene." Inner Tasya pleased.

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Zikra was still waiting in front of the house. The house looked empty as if it was uninhabited. I don't know how many times his men and Derry knocked on the door and greeted me. But there was no sign of any human presence in it.

"Excuse me, gentlemen who?" ask a woman who happened to pass in front of the house using Sundanese language.

Of course Zikra and Derry don't understand. Both of them appear planga-plongo like people ****. Fortunately, the people who come with them can speak Sundanese. And managed to extract information about the existence of the occupants of the house.

After that Zikra and Derry were guided by his men to the location indicated by the woman on foot.

For a long time the three of them walked down the small road. Passing through some houses that are not too dense. The cool air typical of the mountains is still felt, even though the day is not morning anymore.

The three men's long steps now began to enter the tea plantation area. As far as the eye can see there are only green plants and the like.

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Not long ago a group of tea-picking mothers appeared. They were walking in groups still wearing caping on the head, and baskets were commonly used for tea leaf storage containers that they had plucked on the back. But now the basket is empty.

A group of mothers were busy talking to fill their journey home. Those consisting of seven people were seen to have an age that was almost the same age. But there was one of them whose age seemed younger than the others. He just quietly listened to the chatter among mothers who use Sundanese.

"Eh, there were three handsome men there." decak one of them was amazed to use Sundanese.

"Yes atuh. Pisan case." said the others.

They laughed and were greeted by other mothers. They continued to praise the bravery and good looks of the three men. Especially Zikra who stole their attention.

Zikra immediately focused his gaze on a group of tea-picking mothers not far from where he was. Scanning one by one the women. I wish someone was looking for it tucked in there. (Hahahah 😆😆🤭🤭 already rich paper aja nyelip)

Seriate...

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