Let go of me
Asrul's anger
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Nayla forgot the time because she was too busy playing with orphanage children. Her heart was so happy, that she slightly forgot about her complicated relationship problems.
Until the adzan magrib roared Nayla just realized from his preoccupation. He rushed to the mosque not far from the orphanage.
" Oh Allah.... " I have to come back soon, it's night. I hope Mas Asrul is not angry, because I came home last night.
Nayla laughed to herself, laughing at herself. How could he possibly hope that Mas Asrul would be angry at him. His existence was also not desired.
Mas Asrul also did not give his mobile number to Nayla, besides Mas Asrul was also having fun with Siska. So he wouldn't be mad if Nayla didn't come home.
Nayla was waiting for a taxi to take her home. But until a long wait, no 1 taxi passed.
Even the taxi that was sent did not arrive.
" O God "I was in a hurry. It's also night. Inner Nayla
" Nayla..... !".Call someone
Nayla was shocked and immediately looked for where the voice came from.
" Mr. Andre....!" Nayla Mumbles.
It turned out that the one who called him was Friend and Boss, the owner of the restaurant where Nayla worked.
" What are you doing here, Nay....?" Ask Mr. Andre
" Em, I was from the parlor and stopped by the mosque for a while.
" Oh....! Oh yeah, can you please not call sir, Nayla ? " We'll be friends, anyways this is outside of work hours. Just call a name, or Mas Andre. It makes it better to hear. Pinta Mr. Andre.
" Okay Mas Andre, but still yes, if at work I can continue to call you Mr. Andre.
" It's up to you, Nay, whatever it is that makes you happy.
" Oh yeah, who were you here ?"
" I was in a taxi Mas, this is also waiting for a taxi. Nayla answered the question asked by Mas Andre.
" How about you come with me, I'll take you home "
" No need Mas, I'll just wait for a taxi, maybe soon come ".
" Yourself...!"
" But it's been night, it's not good for girls to be on the road alone like this. What if someone does something bad to you, do you want to be their monthly month ?"
Nayla is actually not comfortable going home with other men, even though she is married. But what Andre said was true as well.
It's a big city, crime is everywhere, what if there's a bad guy bothering him.
" Come Nay....! " Are you afraid of me?
"Ah not so Mas, I just don't want to trouble you alone. Let me wait for a taxi.
After a long time in persuasion, Nayla finally obeyed Mas Andre's invitation, because it was not good to continue to refuse.
" Okay, Mom....! ".
In Nayla's car just silence, she is confused what to say. Because usually the man was only met at the restaurant. That is if there is a chance.
" Not Mas" answered Nayla honestly.
Mas Andre chuckled, feeling funny with Nayla's answer to her question.
" If it's not your house, then whose house is it?what are you getting down here for? I'll take you to your house... ! "
" It's my husband's house" answered Nayla, unwilling to lie about his status.
" Oh....! So you're married to Nay ?"
Mas Andre asked, his face suddenly changed.
" Yes, why ?" Nayla asked confused
" Ah it's okay, then I'll excuse you straight home.
Pamit Mas Andre, looks disappointed from the look on his face. Unlike at the beginning he took Nayla into his car.
" Yes, thanks for the ride. Um heart on the road.
" Yes, it's okay "
" Assalamualaikum " Said Mas Andre directly forwarded his car back.
" Greetings waalaikum "
Nayla rushed in after answering her greetings, without waiting for Mas Andre's car to be seen again.
" Where have you been.....! "
Someone's voice was heard echoing in the room, when just a few steps Nayla set foot in the house.
Nayla turned to the origin of the voice, she was surprised it was the voice of Mas Asrul.
" Is he really asking me that? did I not hear wrong. He asked me where I was from. ..Inner Nayla.
" It's none of your business....! " Nayla answered that.
" You dare to fight me Nayla....? Bentak Mas Asrul's.
Perhaps he was not surprised because the answer Nayla gave, was not in line with her expectations.
" What right do you have to ask me like that, what do you care? I live or die, you don't care. Answer Nayla
Actually Nayla knows that her words are outrageous. But she could not take it anymore, after all the pain she received from her husband and also her best friend. He also did not want to look weak.
" Of course I have the right to ask you that. You forgot that this is my house, and you just hitchhiked here.
" Of course I have to know, where my guest went, until this hour just returned home. Asrul cynical said
Nayla looked at Mas Asrul, she did not expect that it meant her in the house. Just as a guest and nothing more.
"Mas if only Mas said that Mas is like this because it worries me, how happy this heart. What a hard thing it is to say it. Inner Nayla
" Oh so that's your assessment of me Mas, fine then. Excuse me because the guests in this house want to pass. Nayla then said
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