Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Uh, See You Again ...

"Muhammad Zikra Al Fathir." Syifa repeated the name several times. While his pair of eyes were staring out the window of the online taxi car they were renting.

"Woi! Why did you just say Muhammad Zikra Al Fathir?" investigate Nadya while patting Syifa's shoulder, until the girl jumped in shock and realized from her daydream.

"Ah, elo ngagetin I just. Fortunately, my heart was not a balloon. Try it if yes, it has exploded times from earlier." his grunts while patting his chest softly.

"Surely, elo strange anyway, is that the name will come out after the exam later?" seloroh Nadya laughed loudly.

"What the hell is Lo?"

"Eh, there's also me talking about it."

Syifa did not answer. He just looked out the window again.

Syifa actually does not know where to go by her best friend. Sometimes Nadya does like to act strange to seem like a jerky. Whatever it is, Nadya remains Nadya with all her flaws and advantages. He's the one who always made Syifa comfortable being friendly with her.

But this time Syifa really did not understand. Nadya did not give a fuller explanation. He only knew yesterday Nadya invited him to go to spiritual activities at school. Therefore, when before leaving he said goodbye to Mother participating in spiritual activities at school. Syifa began to look upset. But can't blow it.

Carry two baking pans with different variants. I don't know who Syifa is for, either. Despite asking many times, Nadya simply replied, "Later elo will know for yourself."

Syifa grunted heavily. The anger feels already in ubun - ubun. Again, he can't do anything.

Eventually Syifa and Nadya arrived at the place they were going. A village away from the highways and the hustle of the city. It is only right from mid-way his online taxi driver continues to grumble because of the difficulty of the terrain, as well as locations that are not on the google map. Worse yet no signal appears on the phone screen.

Nadya's footsteps moved with excitement. Like meeting someone special.

Syifa's mind danced - nari while guessing - hell going where the two of them were.

Shortly thereafter. They arrived at a house that was quite large but looked simple. The walls of the house are made of bamboo cubicles. The floor is still cement. There was no activity or anyone around the house. The house seems to be empty.

"Well, why are we here, Nad? Whose house is this?" Syifa looked very confused.

"I don't know about it."

"Continue?" Syifa frowned. Staring at Nadya.

"Yes ... do not know," said Nadya doubtful. "that I know this house for students who again KKN."

"meaning?"

Nadya explained that her goal was to meet her older brother, Bang Bonang. And wanted to meet someone who apparently had long been estimated.

A middle-aged mother told them about the whereabouts of the students of KKN participants, after Nadya had previously taken the initiative to ask.

Without a long time they move away. After quite a long walk through the path, the two arrived at a very wide rice field.

From a distance, a group of students wore uniform alma mater suits. They mingle with local farmers. Some do interviews, fill out questionnaires, and some are just monitoring.

Nadya smiled with excitement. He walked past the rice field. Syifa walked after him.

"Angt ... Bang Bonang .." cried Nadya from a distance.

The contingent of students who numbered more than ten people, and consisting of male and female students turned to the source of the voice almost simultaneously.

The young man called Nadya instantly walked out from his entourage. He was very surprised by the arrival of his sister.

"Great lo, Bon is sampled two beautiful girls at once," always one of his friends who has glasses minus.

Bonang just kept quiet. He still could not believe seeing Nadya coming.

"Well, did you come here?" tegur Bonang's.

Nadya gave a big smile. Then he handed out a bag of crackles containing two baking pans that he had brought with Syifa.

Syifa stood behind Nadya. His eyes combed all over the rice field that was spread wide like a rug. Suddenly his eyes caught the figure of the young man he had seen in the cafe during a blind date. His two eyes widened.

"He." whispered slowly.

A geeky young man with thick glasses and an alma mater. He was with some of his student friends. Carrying several sheets of paper clamped on the board. His hand occasionally writes and ticks or crosses the list he holds.

Syifa moved closer to the young man.

"Hey!" his screeches. He still walks. But the young man did not. After that it disappeared from behind the crowd of other students.

"Zjp ... Zikra ..." Spontaneously the name slid from Syifa's mouth. "Muhammad Zikra Al Fathir."

Syifa was screaming like crazy. But the one he called was like he had no ears.

Boro-boro would say, just look at ogah. He grunted fretfully.

“Ih, really cute? My mouth is like a trumpet, cook him don't listen too?” annoyed.

“Hei! Noisy!” shouted one of the cold students, suddenly standing in front of Syifa. Beautiful girl skinned

clean. Her hair was long. On the right-hand side there are other students standing flanking him like ladies and gentlemen.  "Who are you?"

Syifa was shocked. He has not been able to reply, he has been asked many questions.

"Why are you shouting to say the name Zikra? I was like Tarzan. What's your relationship with him?"

"Sorry Brother. I just wanted to call my future husband, but ..."

The three female students laughed at Syifa's innocent answer that sounded ridiculous to them.

"Are you sure little kid like elo gini is Zikra's future wife?" look for a student standing on the right. “Don't dream!”

"Little child, sister saranin do not look for disease by claiming to be a girlfriend or a future wife Zikra

deh," said the student who was standing on the left.

"Why?" ask Syifa doubtfully.

The three students looked at each other. Then a cynical grin.

Syifa frowned. His mind was filled with many questions about the three sorority sisters before him. Why did they suddenly bother to question his relationship with the young man named Zikra? Do they have a special relationship with that cute young man? I don't know.

"Oh, so you don't know yet?" the student standing on the right moved forward

Syifa. His gaze was cynical and cold. Like a hungry tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

Kontan Syifa moved a step back. Suddenly fear came to cover his heart.

*

Nadya bowed in. His wide smile now looked grim. His arrival to the KKN place his older brother could not smooth his way to get to know more about Zikra. His brother's nagging really hit his steps backwards. How not, other than he will lose competitiveness with the sorority brother who

it had obviously been chasing him a lot for a long time. He will be disappointed because he already has a wife

“Silence, don't cry. Make me ashamed,” exclaimed Bonang with glaring eyes.

Nadya stopped her crying. But did not change the shape of his unsightly lips.

“Whose name elo get here?” search Bonang.

“Friends of friends,” sahutannya slowly.

“Where is the person? I have not seen anyone other than Elo.”

Nadya looked back. He felt his friend was with him. Standing right behind him. But Syifa suddenly disappeared without a trace. He stuttered as he urged his brother to show his friend, Syifa.

Not far from where he stood. There was a noise. In the distance a group of students and students cheered on the edge of the rice field. They seem to be encouraging to people who are in a field full of mud.

“Come! Comeing! Come!” scream them out.

Nadya and Bonang looked at each other. Without command they ran close to the scene.

“Tasha! Tasia! Tasya!” screeched a group of students and understated students.

They encouraged a student who was fighting in a mud pit while beating a girl who was much younger than him.

The girl didn't break the charcoal. Although he was very young, his thin and tall body was able to knock his opponent several times into the mud.

“Come! Comeing! Come!”

Nadya was shocked to see Syifa in a mud pit with a student.

“Syifa!”

While a farmer owner of the rice field was furious. After knowing the results of the piracy damaged by the actions of two girls who were fighting. Actually, the dispute between Syifa and Tasya is not as extreme as a wrestler who can slam opponents while slamming cotton pillows. They just war each other throwing mud on the body

opponents.

Together with the pamong lecturer and the group leader, the farmer managed to stop the dispute between the two girls.

“Stop!” pekik dor pamong.

Suddenly a horrendous fanfare was silent. Inevitably the two girls who were still busy fighting in the mud, immediately stopped their activities. And raise each other's heads.

Tasya grew shocked to see his pamong lecturer who looked furious at his behavior.

No different than Syifa. Reflex stopped his fight with the girl who was more senior than him.

“You?” Zikra was surprised to see the girl.

Syifa rounded her eyes looking at the young man who was also looking at her sharply. He was very surprised to see her again. She was sure she would not meet him after that night. But why did they meet again now?

True the proverb that says, ‘The world is as wide as the leaves of moring’. Wherever Syifa went, she finally met him. The young man was cold, kind, and his good looks were beyond doubt.

“Tasha! What are you doing here? Just make it a shame.” Todong dengkor pamongnya.

Tasya lowered her head.

*

All students and students of the KKN group have disbanded. Similarly, the pamong lecturer and the farmer left the scene. Syifa, Tasya, and Zikra remain. While Nadya saw from a distance because of the insistence from Bonang.

“Clean your bodies. After that you come base camp,” Zikra's word to the two girls bathed in mud in front of him.

Tasya immediately complied. Then waltz away.

Syifa was silent at the place where she stood. Her tears came out of her eyes.

Zikra, who was about to leave, abandoned his intention by hearing the young girl's sobbing.

“Why? You want to use your tears as a powerful weapon to avoid responsibility?” ask Zikra coldly. "Remember, your tears can't change things, yes."

Syifa wiped her tears with her hands full of mud.

“Who said? I'm not so,” kilahnya shrivel. Still wiping his tears.

“Then why are you crying? And still be here? Go there already!” his voice sounded firm and cold. Implies authority.

“Elo is stupid or what the hell? Try you think, I came here aja new, it was invited by my friend who did not have feelings,” Syifa said with tears.

I'm sorry, Pa. I've made you suffer like that.

“Keep what you want?”

“Terus ... I don't know where? I also do not have a change of clothes,” said honest.

“Terus?”

“From earlier elo talk continuously, already like a parking attendant. The point is I don't know anything, period!” Syifa.

Zikra nodded his head. Whether he understands or not. Then his body turned to step

forwards.

“Weird base! Just as strange as the girl earlier,” muttered Syifa annoyed.

“Any? Why?” Zikra turned her head to look at Syifa.

“Ya is weird. I already know I'm nothing, why did the student's sister make me a thousand? Then, as my pretentious as the boyfriend of my future husband. He said I was embarrassed because the piety told me I was his future wife ..” Syifa did not continue her words.

”Calon wife?” whispered Zikra repeating Syifa's last sentence a little hesitating.

“Keep, what's the difference with him? Beautiful eyes cataract. Or his eyes are blind, want to be like a guy like my future husband? Actually I also myself, ogah same him ..” Syifa pause his speech for a moment. “kalo not because it has been betrothed from small .. well, forced to deh. But, how could he cheat?”

Zikra turned to kill him after hearing Syifa's explanation. His forehead wiggling. Curiosity suddenly rippled in his chest.

“Who is your future husband?”

“Zikra. Muhammad Zikra Al Fathir.” Steady leg.

Zikra was shocked. His heart beat very fast. The look in his eyes was very fixed on the little girl in front of him.

Could it be me?

　

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