Love Nayla Sincerely
Tomorrow I'll Buy It Again

"Almost buy breakfast first yes," said Farhan, both of whom are now in the car.

They really went home, no matter what Farhan thought, after getting a phone call from his mother he rushed to the hospital, but after arriving there soon he just peddled Nayla home.

"By Mas," answered Nayla, she turned to her husband, "Why rush home? Though we were there for a while, there was not even an hour," asked Nayla, she was curious. The lecture is still at eight, it's still early, not even six in the morning.

"Yes, are you in Nay's lecture," turned to Nayla for a moment, "So I forgot it used to be the same way you were about to go to the hospital, eight o'clock it came in, right? It's almost six o'clock, if we don't come home you can be late," explained Farhan at length, because it is true what he said.

Nayla nodded, confirming Farhan's words. From hospital to home, it takes about an hour.

"What breakfast do you want?" tawar Farhan's.

"What yes?" Nayla thought, what does she want to eat this morning. "The chicken porridge in the city park is as good as it seems," he added, because Nayla had breakfast there before.

"Okay, I can. It's also been deket city park," said Farhan. Drive the car to the city park.

Half even the sun is still shy to appear, but the city park looks crowded, many people mill around to and fro, fully dressed typical of people exercising.

Farhan parked his car, he got off the car followed by Nayla. It seemed like only the two of them were not wearing sports clothes, but they did not care about it all.

Walk towards the legendary chicken porridge seller which is already famous for its amazing taste.

"Bang, porridge two yes," said Farhan, both of them were already in the chicken porridge seller area.

After being nodded by the seller, both of them look for a place that is still empty, because there are provided several chairs to eat. Looking around, Nayla sighed as she could not find an empty chair, everything was full.

"Shall we sit on the grass?" nayla asked, looking around, only the grass could sit on.

As he was about to actually sit on the grass, Farhan suddenly pulled his wife's hand.

"Let's come along" he said, pulling Nayla's hand.

It turned out that Farhan saw that there was one of the garden chairs that someone had just left behind.

The two sat in the chair, "It is still lucky to be sitting here" said Nayla, as she sat down.

Farhan nodded. Before long the porridge merchant was like looking for the two, Farhan waved his hand when he realized the confusion of the porridge seller.

"Sorry Bang, so far," said Farhan sungkan. Their seats were indeed a little further away from the porridge seller.

"No problem Mas," said the porridge seller, he handed a tray containing two bowls of porridge and the complement.

The aroma coming out of the porridge smoke is very tempting. Nayla took a bowl of porridge, gave a few spoons of sambal, when she was about to add another hand suddenly hanging not until the manggok sambal.

"Don't eat mostly sambal, your stomach will hurt," who else if not Farhan, since he observed Nayla scooping several times the red sauce.

Nayla smiled awkwardly, then she nodded and undoed her intention of taking the sambal again. Wiped a spoon into his mouth, smiling as he felt how delicious the porridge was.

After an impromptu breakfast in the garden, the two returned home. Almost seven o'clock they reached the house and Farha was driving her car at a slightly above average speed. Nayla rushed into the room, cleaning herself in the bathroom.

Time passed, Nayla was ready with her college clothes on. Looking for the whereabouts of the husband who is out of nowhere, because there is nothing in the room. Down the stairs, still not in the family room, in the living room was not there.

"Here" Farhan replied, apparently the young man was sitting on the terrace with his leisure.

Nayla comes out, she finds Farhan has changed clothes, is playing her phone.

"Let off now?" asked Farhan, he looked up at the appearance of Nayla, a cherry blossom pink shirt with navy jeans, pony-tailed hair, flatsoes complement the girl's appearance, very simple.

"Yes, soon enter Mas," answered Nayla not realizing that her husband was watching her appearance, she set her foot toward the car parked in the yard.

Farhan followed Nayla into the car. Drove his car through the streets of the city, leaving his luxurious residence.

"The clothes I bought don't look like you've ever worn?" asked Farhan, he realized that for several days living with the girl, Nayla had never dressed the clothes she had bought before.

Nayla turned her head, "I don't want to wear clothes like that Mas, more comfortable like this,"

"I'm sorry, if you don't like it tomorrow I buy it again," Farhan felt bad, because the clothes he bought first were intended for Sherena.

Nayla smiled, "No need to apologize, I understand, I can also shop by myself later if you need it," Nayla said, she knew her husband was very busy.

"Once we go shopping together, it doesn't matter?" farhan asked, looking straight at Nayla.

"Yes, but it's not working" replied Nayla.

Farhan's outstretched hand grabbed one of Nayla's hands, putting it on her lap.

Nayla's heart again beat in such treatment, with all her strength neutralizing her heartbeat.

"Thank you, you already know me" said Farhan, then he peeked at the back of Nayla's hand.

"Sama-sama Mas, I also thank you for accepting me," said Nayla, she smiled sweetly at her husband.

Farhan was still grasping Nayla's fingers, as if he would not let go. Farhan stopped his car when he was in front of the Nayla campus.

"The spirit of the test is yes," Farhan again kissed several times the back of Nayla's hand, "Later home I will pick him up," he added.

What Nayla looks like, of course, her heart is beating again. Next thing was something he never expected. Farhan brought his face closer to Nayla's face which was not too far away, then he kissed Nayla's forehead for a few seconds.

"To be more enthusiastic," said Farhan after landing a kiss there.

Nayla's face flushed red, she was still shy of being treated like that, "Let's love Mas" that was all she could say.

Farhan smiled, he liked Nayla's timid behavior like that, because the girl would look more cute.

Nayla grabs Farhan's hand, then she kisses her husband's back.

As he was about to open the car door, Farhan's voice undoes his intention.

Seriate.....