Love Nayla Sincerely
What's The Upset Drug?

Nayla walked in haste, even shooting some students. His anger is still not subsided, he is not out of thought with the mind of Irfan, it is very upset to see the young man behaving like that. Though Nayla considers Irfan as a friend no more like he considers Doni.

Drove his car at a speed slightly above average, because he is still fond of his life, still want to improve his household with Farhan.

"Smuch stupid, stupid! You idiot! Why don't you realize that Irfan has a specific purpose." Hitting the steering wheel a few times, he fooled himself. He is at a red light right now.

"Mas Farhan, I'm sorry, for following Irfan's advice I've been taking you all this time, just try to follow my heart for no prestige, aakh!" still cursing himself.

Nayla behaved like that apparently because of the advice of Irfan. If Nayla had to wait for Farhan to ask first, just tell her everything. At first Irfan said that Nayla must be honest, but when the girl told him that if Farhan had stayed behind, Irfan also suggested to be quiet, so Farhan spoke first.

"It turns out he had a certain intent, it's thickening!" scream Nayla. The feeling is uncertain after knowing the real meaning of Irfan.

Nayla returns to drive her car across the highway. The sun and pollution did not bother him at all.

A few moments later, he arrived home. Closing the car door violently, then stepping into the house. He did not meet anyone when he entered the house, because Rita was still in the office and Bik Sumi went somewhere. He only met the security guard in front of the gate.

Nayla chose to go into the room, she wanted to cool her head with a bath.

A few minutes later, Nayla came out of the bathroom fresher. Drying her hair, then changing clothes, after which she chose to sit on the sofa while checking her phone.

Lots of calls and messages from Irfan, he chose to block Irfan number, delete without reading the contents of the message, his annoyance at the young man was still the same. He would not easily forgive the young man.

Nayla tries to contact Farhan, she won't be acting prestige this time. Farhan's number is inactive. Exhaling a rough breath, then trying to send a message to Dika.

Apparently the same, the message he sent to Dika did not get a reply after some time passed, he chose to go up to the bed, lay down there. It did not take long, he was already wandering in the dreamland.

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In the afternoon Nayla woke up, seeing that the clock was time to carry out her duties as a Muslim. Then he stepped into the bathroom for ablution. Carrying out his obligations, after which he chose to go down to the kitchen, helping Bik Sumi cook.

Greeting the art, as usual they chatted about the activities of today. While being engrossed in conversation, suddenly Rita came to harass them.

"Well, Nay, learn to cook so that the husband is at home" said the girl when she saw Nayla was busy in the kitchen. He looked more relaxed than usual.

"Non Nayla always cooks for Mr. Farhan," Sumi somehow got the courage from where to say it.

Rita grunting.

"Thank you Ma'am," Nayla smiled towards Rita who looked a little annoyed by Bik Sumi's remark.

After a while, Rita left the two, because she went to the kitchen just to get some water.

"Why can he cook, Kesel Bibik Non, when the hell did he leave here?" Bik Sumi couldn't hide her frustration at Rita.

"Already Bik, do not need to enter the heart, forget his words, now we continue to cook yes," said Nayla, he did not want to dissolve in unreasonable frustration.

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After dinner, Nayla returned to the room, opened her phone, and the message she sent to Dika was not read by the young man. Trying to contact Farhan is also still the same, his phone is not active, it seems the two young men deliberately do it, so that Nayla fires a beard.

Somehow Nayla felt like she wanted to enter the workspace Farhan, who for several days was not inhabited by its residents, she missed sitting on the sofa while waiting for Farhan to work, and she missed her job, she also wanted to make warm chocolate for her husband.

Opening the door of Farhan's study, it looked quiet and even dark because the lights were not on. Grab the light switch and turn it on. He approached the table that Farhan used to use for work. Sitting in the chair that Farhan used to sit in.

"Why does it feel like kangen?" Nayla asked herself, then she placed her head on the table opposite her palms.

"Don't gini ah, a little sleep here," speaks for itself. Then he lifted his head.

Nayla was curious when she saw that there was a drawer under her husband's desk. He also opened the drawer. It contained nothing interesting, only papers of whatever, he also did not understand. When he was about to close the drawer again, he paused his intention because he saw something that became his attention.

"Photo?" Nayla grabbed the photo, when she saw who the photo was, she reflexively put the photo back into the drawer with a rough. Now he looks more upset, since then many people who made him upset. Like on purpose.

Nayla snorted, "Why is Mas Farhan still nyimpen his picture with Kak Sherena, I'm jealous," he murmured, then he moved from his seat did not want to linger in that place because it would make him more upset.

In the photo, Farhan was seen embracing Sherena's shoulder, it looks like it was a photo when they were in college, because on Farhan's shoulder there is a backpack that is neatly draped.

Leaving Farhan's office and entering the room, he lay down on the bed. He recalled his phone, then grabbed the phone seeing the message he sent to Dika, staying the same. Then he threw the phone, of course not to fall.

Then grabbed the phone again, seeing the clock was still late in the afternoon, he decided to send a message to his best friend and sister-in-law.

{Medicine sprain what Cha?} that's the message Nayla sent.

It didn't take long for the message to be answered.

{Sel's the same who's Nay? Uh Sister-in-law I mean. Same with my brother, huh?}

{One of them. What dong medicine, need so much nich, send immediately, I wait,}

{Sholat, keep reading the Qur'an, baby. Guaranteed sprain ilang,}

{Thank you Mrs ustadzah. Oh yes forgot, with greetings from the former class president, he apologized for not being able to look at the twins,}

{oh yes no problem, is it better with him?}

{Alhamdulillah already, she apologized earlier.}

{Good, follow his horror,}

They both sent messages from A to Z chat. Actually Nayla wanted to call her best friend, but she paused for fear of disturbing the twins' slumber.

After he finished replying with Icha, Nayla also did his best friend's advice to pray and teach before he slept. Sure enough after doing that, he looked calmer, then laid himself on the bed.

Seriate....

》》》 Three part gays... Give a gift yes, send a gift of flowers only I am very excited and thank you for giving a gift to me. For the ones who haven't, I'm waiting, really hoping for this.