Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Dear My Diary's

After completing his schoolwork, Syifa opened a pink diary with a picture of one of the famous cartoon characters. All the events that have been experienced are still clearly illustrated in his memory. Then he spilled all his heart in his diary.

Dear My Diary's

Today is the saddest day for me.

I was sad to see Angga love Rima so much. I'm stupid why until now I haven't been able to move on from him.

I might still be jealous of their affection. A feeling I have never felt before. How can I confess it, because my shame is greater than my love for Angga.

That's why he often bete again tandem with me. I always put limits on touching which parts of the body are allowed and prohibited. Actually it was for my own safety anyway, because I was afraid of kebablasan.

And what I'm most afraid of is that until my parents know. But in the end they knew too.

And they were very angry at my actions.

As a result, I can not refuse the matchmaking that they have arranged since I was a child.

I do not want to undergo this matchmaking, but I am afraid that my parents are angry with my opposition. Especially after I met him. Ih, not really. If if you can still choose, I want the strange guy, the guy who suddenly invited me to leave but instead made me a biduan with a perfunctory voice. Hahaha. But I dare not expect much from him. Because now I know he's Aini's girlfriend. I am abstaining from marrying a friend. Even though he and I never got along with each other.

Syifa let out a long sigh after finishing her writing. Then close the diary. He stretched both his hands into the air. He stood up to his bed, a few steps away from the study table.

It's ten o'clock at night. Time to sleep ...

Extinguish the lamp sitting on a small table beside his bed. Pulling the blanket to his chest.

*

Before the school bell rings. Syifa entered the class with Nadya.

"Pa, how's the story going?" todong Nadya is curious.

"What story?"

"The story of that blind date, you know."

"Don't I tell everything to elo?"

"Why have I asked again? Elo forgot, yesterday elo not so continue the story because Boncu rancid make you cry Bombay."

"Ck! I don't have to talk about it, it doesn't matter either. You can guess how the story goes, right?" Syifa did not want to bring up her blind date problem anymore, worried that Aini would sniff the guy who was with her at that time. Syifa was afraid of talking. Understandably the girl was always honest and too naive to spill her heart on Nadya.

Nadya snorted annoyedly as she pursed her lips forward a few centimeters forward.

*

Nadya and Syifa were walking down the school corridor to the cafeteria. In the middle of the road Angga and Rima are together hand in hand.

Nadya quickly draped her arms to Syifa's neck. Berate him away from the former who always deliberately spread intimacy in front of Syifa.

"Watch aja elo not see anything just now," said Nadya.

Syifa was silent, as if confirming the words of her best friend. Then nod slowly with holding back tears.

A plate of somai and a bowl of chicken noodles were served at the table where Syifa and Nadya were sitting. Not to forget a glass of squeezed orange water and a bottle of cold tea are also available.

Nadya took a sip of the bottle, then ate chicken noodles that had been laced with sauce and chili.

Syifa suddenly wants to go to the bathroom because of the call of nature. After leaving his food and drink to Nadya, he went to the bathroom.

Syifa let out a sigh of relief after coming out from the bathroom. Suddenly he heard the sound of people talking near where he was standing. At first he didn't care. But over time his voice sounded high.

"Elo must take responsibility anyway" a female voice spoke. His voice sounded soft.

"You don't want to, why do you have to do it?" scream that woman.

Syifa grew shocked to see the pair of young people who were fighting. His forehead shriveled until his eyebrows clutched.

Angga and Rima, what are they doing here? thought surprised.

They immediately turned their heads after realizing Syifa's presence. They were shocked. The face that had always been raised with a look full of arrogance, was now bowed in shame unable to show its pride as usual.

"What are you doing here?" plain Syifa reprimand.

They're speechless. No one wants to open their voices. They look at each other.

"Sori. I didn't mean to disturb. But I think there are still many other places that are more romantic than the school toilet. Because I think, the presence of the two of you here, especially until it is noisy, only makes the concentration of people who again enjoy ..." Syifa has not had time to finish his words, they have already waltzed away.

Syifa smiled satisfiedly at the sight of their faces turning red. I don't know because I thought Syifa had heard all their conversations. Or because it is struck by the spicy speech of Syifa. Maybe after today they both no longer show affection in public. If they are, they are shameless.

Nadya and Syifa wait for angkot in front of the school gate with other friends. As usual, Aini was picked up by the same young man in the same place. Nadya and her friends immediately amazed at the handsome young man. While Syifa only grunted softly while shaking her head at the tacky attitude of her friends.

"Basic singles! Can't see a little handsome guy, it's been melting like ice cream in the desert air," he whispered half in a whisper.

Syifa let out a long sigh while looking at the end of the highway making sure the angkot she was waiting for was coming soon.

*

The dining room was as usual so warm. Father, Mother, Syifa, and Ade enjoyed a relaxing dinner. Accompanied by small talk about the activities they have been doing all day.

Sharing stories with each other will create intimacy and comfort.

Ade's small mouth was filled with food, but it didn't make him stop talking. He was repeatedly warned not to talk while eating. But not the digubrisnya. All the family members were amused by the snot boy's behavior.

Unlike Syifa who suddenly became silent when Dad began to discuss his relationship with the young man. In the heart of the girl wants to immediately escape from the conversation that is getting longer to make her appetite lost.

"Teh, why hasn't Nak Zikra ever been invited home? Your relationship is okay, right? You're still on the phone, right?" father's reprimand makes it difficult for Syifa to swallow food that is being chewed.

Syifa.

"Yes, let me invite you to come over for dinner at our house, okay, Bun?"

Huh uh?!

Syifa was surprised to make him choke.

"Pelan-gelan dong if you eat, do not need to rush," Mother thrust a glass of water on Syifa.

Syifa immediately gulped it down almost half a glass.

Mother assented Dad's words.

"All of you are talking about the continuation of Teteh and Nak Zikra's matchmaking." the smile of a thin mustachioed man seemed to widen.

"Zikra?" Syifa frowned, as if she was thinking something.

"Yes. You two know each other, right?" father's shady gaze made Syifa carefully in speech. "The full name of Muhammad Zikra Al Fathir."

　

　

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