Love Nayla Sincerely
I Have Read Sir

Farhan realized Nayla's shock, "I'm the one who brought them breakfast here, because after this Rita will take us both to the airport" explained Farhan, who was the one who was taking them to the airport, it was the longest speech in days to Nayla.

Nayla nodded, "Let's go ahead, I'm glad there's a breakfast friend, so add rame," said Nayla, sitting on Farhan's side, he took a plate in front of Farhan and filled it with rice and side dishes.

Nayla has always served Farhan, although both are minimal talk these days. He also always cooked food for Farhan, only that day he did not serve Farhan well.

The four of them had breakfast in silence, only the clanking of spoons breaking their breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Nayla looks to clean up their food marks assisted by Bik Sumi.

"Non, the mother said she wanted to stay here until you came home from abroad, is that true?" ask Bik Sumi, kepo.

"really? I don't even know Bik, Mas Farhan hasn't said, if it's like it serves him well huh. It seems like he is a good person" Nayla replied with a smile.

"Sorry yes Non, Bibik really feel uncomfortable with him, looks arrogant that way," the art was indeed observing since Rita's movements, he concluded so.

"Sttc ... Bibik don't worry ah, we can't judge a person from his external appearance, Mas Farhan aja hires him, surely he's a good person, it's impossible Mas Farhan hires bad people," said Nayla, said, he considers Rita's attitude a habit, even though he feels like the girl underestimates him, but it's just Nayla's feelings.

"Sorry Non, if Bibik is wrong," said Bik Sumi regretted.

"It's okay, Bik" Nayla put down the last plate, then washed her hands. He came out of the kitchen to meet three people sitting on the living room sofa, as if they were waiting for Nayla to arrive.

After arriving at the living room, Nayla sat down at Farhan's side.

"As long as I am abroad, you will be accompanied by Rita, so do not need to stay at Mama's house, if you want to play there please, but do not stay there," said Farhan.

Nayla nodded, "Well, thank you Ma'am for letting me stay at home, consider it my own home" Nayla said, smiling at Rita, and the girl washed away Nayla's smile. "How many days abroad? Old huh?" ask Nayla.

Rita simply smiled and nodded in response to Nayla's words.

"No, at most one month" said Farhan, relaxed. He was joking when he said that.

Nayla was surprised, she even closed her gaping mouth, "A long time," protested, she thought why all that time abroad but did not invite him.

"No, at least one week" said Farhan.

Nayla sighed, then she nodded.

"Yaudah, we have to go now, well at home," Farhan said, then he stood by the trio. Out to the terrace. After being on the terrace Farhan stopped for a moment, turning towards Nayla.

"Be careful there" said Nayla, then she grabbed Farhan's hand for a kiss.

"You're careful at home, too" said Farhan, then he kissed Nayla's head.

Nayla nodded, then smiled. A smile that he kept for a few days.

Farhan gets into the car, followed by Dika and Rita, because Rita will go to the office after driving the two men to the airport.

Nayla stayed in place for a while, then she got in after the car came out of the gate.

Nayla went back up to her room, she lay down on the bed while looking up at the ceiling. New hobby.

Sighing deeply, "Although some days this diem-dieman but still it feels lonely if there is no Mas Farhan, kenpa huh? It was as if I couldn't get away from him, even though I knew he still seemed to love his ex, but I didn't seem to be willing if the ex took Mas Farhan away from me" Nayla murmured, he looked far away, imagining that Sherena had come back and taken Farhan from him.

"Hopefully, Sis Sherena is a good person, she will understand that Mas Farhan already has a wife," he murmured again, he had indeed met Sherena several times which he saw as if Sherena was a good person.

After a long pensive, Nayla also chose to go down. Walking to the side of the house, he sat in a gazebo that was placed near the pool.

"Watching drakor here seems fun, rather than in the room. Temapat and new atmosphere to watch drakor, kuy ah," he murmured. Then he got up from his seat, went back to the room to pick up his favorite laptop.

"Bik, if it's done with work accompany me to watch it, in the gazebo," said Nayla, her hand carrying a laptop, she approached Bik Sumi who was mopping in the kitchen.

"Yes Non" replied the maid.

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In the evening Rita actually went home to Farhan, he stayed in the guest room located below, all his clothes he had brought earlier this morning before taking Farhan and Dika to the airport.

"Mak Rita's home? After this we have dinner together, Ma'am, Bik Sumi has cooked," said Nayla, she was in the living room watching television. Waiting for Rita to come home.

Some time passed, now they were eating her dinner room.

"Is this you cooking?" ask Rita.

Nayla shook her head, "No Ma'am, this is Bibik cooking," Nayla replied casually.

"Can't you cook? Kasian Farhan really has a wife but can not do anything," somehow Rita said like that, even though he was there hitchhiking.

Nayla grunted softly, then exhaled, she tried to calm herself down not to make trouble with Farhan's secretary, "I can't cook the weird mbak, I can cook the simple, simple, but Mas Farhan never protested, "putting a mouthful of rice into his mouth, acting relaxed as if Rita's words meant nothing to him.

After that there was no more talk, because Nayla had finished her dinner. He chose to leave the kitchen first, somehow the mood became not good.

Sitting on the side of the bed, with his face bent and lips soaked, "Why the hell? Mas Farhan told him to stay here, it turns out that the person is nyebelin, if there is Mas Farhan aka good pretentious," Nayla muttered to herself, her face pouting considering Rita's words earlier.

"Until gini night, Mas Farhan did not ngabarin again, want to chat first was not good," Nayla snorted, she grew annoyed considering Farhan did not tell her.

"Seek the number Dika aja deh, same Sister Rita who knows in love, but males want to talk to her," sigh long. "Try first," he moved from his seat to the outside of the room.

Down the stairs, then step towards the guest room inhabited by Rita.

"Mister can I come in?" ask Nayla.

The sound of footsteps approaching the door, then the door opened set a different figure from the usual Rita, now the long black hair he stalls looks younger than usual appearance. Wearing hotpen and oversized beige t-shirts.

"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Request the number Mr. Dika dong," pinta Nayla without a stale base.

"Make what?"

"Yes ask, if you can if you don't do anything,"

"Why don't you ask Farhan?"

"No way, ma'am, no way" said Nayla and left in front of the girl.

"Sucks, mending in her own house rather than the same rich guy she is, really messing around anyway, you know," Nayla nagged herself as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Why not talk to yourself?" bik Sumi's question took Nayla by surprise.

"Jeez Bik, I'm lucky I don't hang" said Nayla.

"Nothing Bik, eh Bibik has his number Mr Dika?" nayla asked, hoping the art had Farhan's assistant number.

"Non's Pun,"

"Why didn't Bibik say it? If Bibik has, I don't have to ask for the same annoying secretary," looks Nayla is still upset with Rita.

"Lah Non did not ask, Bibik did not know Non. Why is that mother?" ask Bik Sumi.

Nayla smiled then scratched her suddenly itchy head, "Sorry Bik. Don't mind if Bik forgets him, where's his number?"

"Just a minute, auntie take a hape in the room first,"

After getting Dika's number, Nayla also asked her husband's news to Dika. Of course there Dika told Farhan if Nayla asked him how he was doing.

"Why didn't he call me?" farhan asked Dika, of course Dika did not know the reason.

"Usually the woman is prestige sir, she is waiting for the man who contacted first," replied Dika.

"You know what you really know?" ask Farhan.

"I've read Sir," replied Dika and nod by Farhan.

Seriate.....