Love Nayla Sincerely
Should've Be Home Earlier

A week went by, last night Farhan actually bought Nayla what she had asked for. Of course Nayla is happy to get everything, she is also happy because it seems Farhan has started to love her, even though the man has never said that he loves Nayla.

Tonight Nayla was seen pacing around her room, ready to give herself up completely to her husband, seen in the clothes she was wearing, who usually at bedtime always wore pajamas and trousers, now he is wearing a thin garment over his knee. Even the top of it showed his open shoulder.

But the thought is now, the husband has not yet gone home, even though this is already at 21:00 more. Indeed Farhan said he would be overtime, but somehow until last night, because usually if Farhan overtime will go home after the issue is right.

Nayla sat by the side of the bed, her mind wandering. Many negative thoughts mill about her, but she always brushed it off, she knew her husband would not betray her. Already tried to contact Farhan several times but could not, it looks like the lowbatt husband posel. Sighing deeply, neutralizing the chaos growing in his heart and mind.

"Try to have his number Dika, must know what my husband is doing" he murmured.

Nayla settles down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "It's better to sleep now, hopefully nothing happens with Mas Farhan," muttered to himself.

Finally Nayla chose to sleep first, because she was also sleepy, it seemed that she would not be able to bear if she still insisted on waiting for Farhan to come home.

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On the other hand, Farhan looks frustrated, the night is getting late but the car tires are deflated, he is still in the office basement. He regretted why he told Dika to go home first. Looking for his phone, which was in his suit pocket, turned out to be lowbatt, even the other phone was also carried by Dika.

"Damn, Nayla must be worried," she was upset, but to whom?

"Not home yet, Han?" ask the secretary because the three of them have just met with a client. They know each other since they were in school, talking formally if they are working.

Farhan turned to his secretary, "And my car deflated" he replied.

"Gue Anterin don't want to?" ask the secretary who is none other than Rita.

"Not, thank you. I took a taxi, "Farhan refused his secretary's invitation, he did not feel good if he had to be alone with a woman who is not his muhrim, let alone this night.

"Okay, whatever, at this hour there is rarely a taxi" Rita said, he entered his car leaving Farhan alone.

Farhan did not heed Rita's words, he walked towards the main gate. Meet the security guard who's on the night watch.

"Sir Totok, can you order me an online taxi? Hape I die, my car in the tire deflated," said Farhan at length.

"May sir, I order a moment," the security guard named Totok also carried out his duties.

Not long after the taxi orders the security guard came, Farhan was finally relieved because he could go home.

At 22:00 Farhan had just set foot in the room, he looked at the bed, the wife had fallen asleep. Relieved to see Nayla who was fast asleep like that. He decided to go to the bathroom to clean himself and change his clothes.

After that, he caught up with Nayla, climbed into the bed, closed his body, hugged his wife from behind. He scrunched his forehead when he realized something, then the next second he smiled.

"It should have come home early, but there's still time tomorrow" he murmured. He will not have the heart to wake the wife besides that, if it is sleeping the girl will be difficult to wake up.

Farhan several times pecked at the nape of his wife, but still Nayla was not disturbed in the slightest. Finally he chose to close his eyes following Nayla contemplating in the dreamland.

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In the middle of the night Nayla woke up, blinked her eyes several times, she felt her throat dry up. Looking back, it turned out that Farhan had slept while tightly hugging his body. He turned his back on Farhan.

"Mas Farhan came home at what time, I didn't realize it" he murmured. He has not yet gone from his sleep. Looking at her husband's handsome face, she smiled. As he was about to land a kiss on Farhan's cheek, he heard Farhan muttering, as if the man was dreaming.

"Rena don't stay with me anymore huh" Farhan murmured.

"Sherena .. I love you," Farhan murmured.

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Nayla's heart raced at an above-average speed. His heart was also crazed as it was sliced by a dagger that had just been sharpened. Although it was only a dream, Nayla concluded that Farhan still loves her ex-boyfriend. Without feeling a tear just escaped from his eye patch. He tried to let go of Farhan's embrace, then turned his back on the man. Closing his mouth tightly so that his cries were not heard by Farhan.

Then he went from his sleep to the bathroom, because his crying did not want to stop.

In the bathroom, Nayla was sitting in the doldrums, she spilled all her pain. The happiness that he had just gained instantly faded away, so he thought that if Farhan had met Sherena, even his mind went to painful things.

He stomped his feet, clenched his hands and hit the floor he was sitting on.

"Foolish, I should have realized, that Mas Farhan did not love me that much. She must still love her ex, why am I so stupid. Now I feel pain, because I already love him," Nayla fooled herself.

"If I hadn't fallen in love, it wouldn't have hurt like this,"

Her crying broke again, her heart was in a state of turmoil, the pain in her heart was so deep. First fell in love with a man and it was her husband, but the reality he received was that the husband had not fully accepted himself.

He shed a sense of tightness in his chest by crying, especially if not in that way. He didn't even think it was midnight.

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"Nayla, love you inside?" farhan said while knocking on the door. He awakens and does not find Nayla by his side. Then find Nayla in the bathroom.

The sound of knocking on the door from outside the bathroom startled her, she wiped the tears, then washed her face, so as not to be seen if she cried.

"You're inside, baby?" farhan asked again, for there was no answer from within. Since last week, Farhan has often called Nayla 'honey'.

"Yes" answered Nayla. He didn't want Farhan to keep yelling at him.

Sure enough after he answered, Farhan's voice was no longer heard.

Nayla looked at her face in the mirror, she still looked disgusted. Want to eliminate it directly certainly can not, because his eyes look a little swollen.

Heavy, he went out of the bathroom. He did not want to look at Farhan who was sitting leaning against the head of the bed. Keep hiding his face. He got on the bed, then covered his body with a blanket without saying a word.

Farhan thought that if Nayla was shy of cats, she also threw herself down, hugging the body of the wife from behind. Farhan began to be nosy, he dyed several times to look at Nayla, as when he was going to sleep, but now his hands did not stay still, because it was in Nayla's clothes, but now his hands did not stay still, until he can feel the smooth papaya fruit of the wife. He continues to launch his action. But suddenly Nayla, let go of both her hands.

"Why baby?" farhan asked, he was confused by Nayla's attitude like that, but usually the girl would not refuse.

"I nagntuk, want to sleep," said Nayla ketus, making Farhan more astonished by the change of the wife. Farhan stopped his activities, but he still hugged Nayla and there was no rejection from Nayla.

Seriate....

It started a conflict.

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