Don't Call Me an Actor!
Reyhan's sick

"I'm home!" Reyhan went into his house. He had just arrived home after staying from Nayla's house.

"Rey, you just got home?" Luna greeted her husband who had just arrived.

"Yes," Reyhan replied shortly. He walked past Luna. Reyhan walked upstairs and went into his room.

"You really slept at Nayla's?" Ask Luna in full search.

"Yes. I'll try to get Nayla again" Reyhan smiled as he recalled Nayla's face he had just seen again this morning. Although Nayla was being indifferent to him, Reyhan was already quite happy to have seen the girl's face.

For some reason, there was secretly a dislike that slipped in Luna's heart when she heard her husband actually staying at Nayla's house.

"Now, don't do it again! I'm afraid you'll find out" Luna gave a warning with a cold face.

"You just calm down! I'll be careful. Mama won't know," Reyhan smiled, then he brought a casual suit and went inside the bathroom to change clothes.

"Where are you going?" Luna asked as Reyhan brought her pillows and blankets. Apparently Reyhan will rest for a while to relieve his dizziness.

"I want to sleep."

"Just sleep on the bed!" Luna's orders.

Reyhan did not answer, he then walked towards the bed that Luna used to sleep on. Reyhan spread his body without making any more noise.

"Rey, your face is so pale!" Luna looked at Reyhan's face. She put her palm on her husband's forehead.

"Oh my goodness, Rey! Your body is so hot!" Luna jumped in shock as she felt Reyhan's extremely hot body temperature.

"I'm fine" Reyhan said slowly.

"Wait a minute!" Luna rushed out of the room, she picked up a small container and a small towel to compress Reyhan.

"Lun, I'm fine," Reyhan refused as Luna sat by his side and was about to compress her body.

"Don't be chatty! You're sick," Luna put Reyhan's hand away. Luna deftly compressed Reyhan's body. Not to forget she put a thermometer to find out her husband's body temperature.

"I hope that the one who takes care of me Nayla is not Luna," Reyhan said as he looked at Luna who was compressing her forehead deftly. Luna also put on wet socks so that Reyhan's body temperature drops immediately.

"I make porridge first" said Luna as she finished compressing Reyhan.

Luna immediately went to the kitchen and made a porridge with the help of google. He had never done homework before. After an hour of work in the kitchen with difficulty, Luna also brought her artificial porridge to the room. He saw Reyhan sleeping.

"Rey, wake!" Luna patted Reyhan's cheek slowly.

"Naila!" Reyhan. Again there is a feeling that disturbs Luna's heart when Nayla's name comes out of Reyhan's lips.

"Wake, Rey! I've made you porridge," said Luna with a slight tightening of her voice.

Reyhan opened his eyes. Again his heart was disappointed, because it was not Nayla that he saw.

"I make you porridge, eat it!" Luna helps Reyhan to wake up. Reyhan got up and leaned over the side of the bed.

Luna began to feed Reyhan with the porridge he had just made. Not to forget, Luna blew on the porridge before Reyhan ate it.

"Lun, thank you. I hope you get a much better man than Reza" Reyhan sincerely hopes.

"Am I wrong if I wish the man was my own husband?" Inner Luna.

Luna just smiled and went back to feed Reyhan. After that, he helped Reyhan to drink.

"Now sleep!" Luna stood up from her seat.

Reyhan lay down again, closing his eyes. Then before long, he fell asleep.

"Rey, it looks like I've started liking you!" Luna stroked the face of the man who was already her husband.

"There's nothing wrong with how I feel right now. Reyhan is my husband. I'll make you forget about Nayla" Luna said.

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3 Days later...

Reyhan's condition has improved because Luna took care of him very well when he was sick. During his illness, Reyhan took a leave of absence from work.

"I miss Nayla" Reyhan smiled. Before work, he drove his car to the gallery where Nayla worked.

"I'm a match with Nayla. The proof is that I'm not hard to find" Reyhan smiled as he watched Nayla walk through the gallery's courtyard.

Reyhan hurriedly parked his car, he got out of the car and ran towards Nayla.

"Nay?" Reyhan holds Nayla's hand.

"You?" Nayla jumped in shock when she saw her ex-lover.

"What are you doing here?" Nayla asked unfriendlylyly.

"I missed you. Yesterday after staying from your house, I got sick. You're not worried about me?" Reyhan is still holding Nayla's wrist.

"Why am I worried about someone else who has nothing to do with me? Why would I worry about someone else's husband?" Nayla smiled cynically.

"Let go!" Nayla tried to release her hand that Reyha held.

"Nay, we need to talk!" Reyhan said seriously.

"No. I don't want to" Nayla refused.

"I beg you for a moment!"

"No, Rey. Release!" Nayla shook her hand.

"But Nay-"

"You didn't hear? He won't talk to you" a man's voice chimed. Nayla turned to the source of the voice.

"Adith?" Nayla said in the end.