Love Nayla Sincerely
How It Tastes

With a slight hesitation, Nayla got up from her seat, she stepped closer to Farhan sitting by the man's side.

"What's up, Mom?" tannya

Farhan turned to Nayla, "There's a little problem" he said.

Nayla did not believe what Farhan said, because the husband's face looked angry.

"Tell me Mas, I can help you, too," Nayla ventured like that, "If I can't help at least Mas is more relieved to have told me about the matter" he added.

Farhan sighed, hesitating to talk to Nayla because of her problems with her ex-boyfriend, but when she heard Nayla's words later she decided to tell her story.

"It's about Sherena," Farhan turned to look at Nayla, ascertaining if Nayla was willing if she continued the story, apparently Nayla nodded as if she knew if Farhan asked.

"So my man told me he was going to Australia with a man, maybe a man who was impregnating him," Farhan's face looked flushed in anger and Nayla knew that. But he tried to act ordinary.

"What makes me angry, why would he want to marry me and end up playing tricks on me, what does it mean to try? Just so much for him." Farhan looked to be clenching his hands.

Nayla's reflexes touched Farhan's back, stroking him, he could do nothing but be a good listener.

"You know Nay, that guy turned out to be my rival in the business world. Was he intentionally doing this all because of that man? I didn't really expect it," he added.

Nayla was still rubbing her husband's back, "Patience Mas, if indeed their plan is like that then show them if Mas Farhan is not affected by all that, even better after his departure," Nayla.

"Still Nay," Farhan smiled, the burden of his mind slightly lessened after telling Nayla. "You can continue studying, I must finish some of these reports" he added.

Nayla smiled and nodded, so she moved and headed to where she had studied earlier.

At ten o'clock in the night, Nayla yawned several times, she glanced at Farhan who was still busy with his laptop. He was actually already sleepy and wanted to sleep, but felt bad when he saw Farhan was still busy with his activities.

"If you're sleepy, I have to finish my job first" Farhan said, surprising Nayla, as if he knew what Nayla had in mind.

"Eh, yes Mas" answered Nayla a little nervously.

Nayla tidied up her books, then she went not to the bed but she walked towards the exit. Realizing that Farhan was also bertnya.

"Where are you going?" farhan asked, his eyes still focused on the laptop.

Nayla stopped her steps, she turned to face Farhan, "You take a drink. Mas Farhan want me to make coffee?" tanyakanya.

"May," still fakus with his laptop.

Nayla nodded and walked out of the room into the kitchen. Make a cup of coffee for her husband and take a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Take him to the room.

"This is Mas's coffee" said Nayla after arriving in the room, he put the coffee on the front desk Farhan.

"As for Nay," he replied, he smiled at Nayla and was countered by the girl.

"Either. Can I really sleep first?" nayla asked, because she was already very sleepy.

"Sleep, tomorrow you go to college, too" Farhan replied.

Hearing Farhan's reply, Nayla walked to the bed. Riding on the bed that felt so soft and then lay himself there, covering his body with a blanket up to the chest. He closed his eyes and wandered into a dream.

No matter how long Farhan caught up with Nayla, he was tired and tired. Looking at the peace on Nayla's face while asleep, he did not expect that Nayla was now his wife, considering that he had always considered the girl as his sister.

Cup

I don't know why he reflexively landed a kiss on the girl's forehead. Of course Nayla was unaware of that, as she had already slept well. If he knew it, he would be very happy.

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In the morning Farhan woke up first, he got out of bed to the bathroom. After coming out of the bathroom, he immediately changed his sleepwear with prayer clothes, then came out of the walk in closet turned out Nayla was awake, she was still sitting on the side of the bed.

"I went to the mosque ya Nay," said Farhan, he was wearing a white cocoa shirt, a plaid holster and a black peci on his head. He bought a house close to the mosque.

Nayla looked up, she saw Farhan's appearance and nodded.

After praying, Nayla took the initiative to make breakfast for her and Farhan, from now on she will learn to cook for her husband.

"Bik, let me cook, Bibik did another job," said Nayla after reaching the kitchen, she saw her assistant preparing food ingredients.

"But Non,"

"It's okay, I want to make breakfast for my husband Bik" Nayla smiled.

The maid agrees, allowing Nayla to cook on her own without her help.

Time passed, Nayla had finished her cooking, she returned to the room and caught Farhan ready with her office clothes.

"Let's have breakfast first Mas," he invited Farhan to breakfast, he was happy because the first time to cook for the husband, hopefully the results are satisfactory, he thought.

"Aren't you taking a shower?" farhan asked, he saw the appearance of Nayla still wearing her pajamas.

"Later on, I'm going to college at nine, so I can still relax" he replied.

"alright. Later you use a car that is under aja yes fit the lecture, the key in the drawer," said Farhan.

"What about Mas Farhan?" the reason he did not know if in the garage there were two cars. All he knew was that there was only one car that belonged to Farhan.

"There are two cars, don't I need to explain why, right? You already know the answer," said Farhan then he stepped out of the room.

Nayla thought for a moment, "All of that has been prepared for Sisters Yes, but unfortunately it is I who enjoy, should I be happy what is sad?" he muttered, he did not even feel happy sad not but ordinary. If only he had felt love for the husband, he would have been sad, considering all the things in the house were not intended for him.

Nayla chose not to think about it, she stepped up after Farhan who might have already reached the dining room.

Sure enough, when he entered the dining room Farhan was already waiting for him. Without asking for approval, Nayla took the fried rice she had made into Farhan's plate, then placed it in front of Farhan. Then he took the rice for himself.

Nayla kept staring at Farhan as she stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth.

"Where does it taste?" tanyakanya.

Farhan stopped chewing, "A little salty," he said, then he continued eating again without caring about the taste of the fried rice.

Nayla wondered if she had even put a spoonful of rice in her mouth. Instantly he ran towards the sink and threw away everything in his mouth.

"Udah do not need to eat Mas, this is not a little bit of salty fried rice," he said, then took the remaining plate Farhan half.

"I'm sorry, I just learned to cook, I promise tomorrow I will cook better than this," he said regretting why he did not want to listen to his mother's words first.

"No problem, if you want to learn, you can do it," Farhan straightened the white water in front of him, then stood up from his seat, "I'm leaving, yes" he said, then rubbed the top of Nayla's head.

Nayla nodded, following Farhan to the porch. She went back into the house when her husband left.

Seriate......