Nadhila Story
My secretary, my wife

Both of them have now entered the house. Really Nadhila is nervous to be at home with Hessel. Even in the office he was a room. However, different from now. It will be overnight, even into the next nights.

"Oh no, " muttered Nadhila with a shake of the head. He is now sitting on the sofa in the middle room. His mind kept going around in circles thinking about the things that made him dizzy.

Hessel just came from the kitchen. He looked at his wife in wonder. "Dhila .. Why are you?" tanyakanya.

Nadhila turned his head quickly.

"Sleep. I know you must be tired all day. He meant tired of crying, "sobbing Hessel in a joking tone.

Nadhila. Then he immediately moved from his seat. He walked past Hessel.

"Hey wife, are you going to share a bed for me?"

Nadhila swallowed his saliva violently. When hearing Hessel's question asking about the bed. Until his steps stopped.

"Not ready yet? yes, I will wait" said Hessel, lying on the sofa.

Nadhila looked over for a moment. Then he continued his steps back to his room. Nadhila was nervous as she entered the room. He was afraid that Hessel would come in and fall asleep in his bed. He quickly locked the room door.

"Mother ... Dhila still could not believe that she was going to leave Dhila ...," Tears from Nadhila's eyes spilled. Now Nadhila crawled into bed. And enveloped his body.

With crying eyes. Nadhila stared blankly at the ceiling of the room. Imagine the memories with the mother Almarhumah.

"Mother .. I don't know whether the decision to marry Mr. Hessel, is the right decision or vice versa. However, for the sake of fulfilling your will. I'm willing to do it. May mother be happy. And may you calm down."

Slowly, Nadhila's eyes closed tightly. Drowsiness and fatigue brought him quickly to dreamland.

Tomorrow Morning...

Nadhila awoke when he heard the dawn of the kumandang adhan. He squirmed, and immediately rushed into the bathroom. When to urinate. Turns out he had a monthly guest.

"Has right, I feel mules" Nadhila murmured as she saw blood on her pants.

Nadhila quickly cleaned up. Completing the ritual of cleansing. With fast movement. He went out of the room and put on clothes to work.

When you are finished wearing clothes. Nadhila mirrored and polished the thin make-up on her face, combing and tying her hair.

Nadhila exited the room after being satisfied with her appearance. He stepped towards the kitchen.

"Oh, yes ... Is Mr. Hessel awake or not?" mummified Nadhila. He decided to step towards the guest room. However, just now he wanted to step towards the guest room. He was surprised by Hessel who had just entered from the outside. Looks like Hessel just had a morning prayer at the mosque.

"Morning," Hessel said with a smile.

"Morning too, sir" said Nadhila.

Awkwardness returns. Nadhila felt he had no words to mince words. He kept staring and bowing.

Hessel smiled a thin smile. And walk up to the sofa.

"Would you like to work today?" asked Hessel when he saw Nadhila's appearance was neat with his office clothes.

"Yes, I want to work" said Nadhila still with a bow.

"You better take a vacation first. Isn't there a leave of absence for anyone whose family died?" Hessel stared at Nadhila who kept his head down.

"But I, must feel lonely if you stay at home. I'm okay anyway" Nadhila said.

"Couldn't you say it doesn't have to duck?!" hessel Protest.

Nadhila held his head up. He looked at Hessel for a moment, and fixed his gaze on Hessel's shoulder.

"Huh .. yes, you better make breakfast!" finally, Hessel tells Nadhila to leave before him.

"Well, sir" Nadhila quickly turned around, stepping towards the kitchen.

Hessel watched the News show that morning. The news that morning was about the business of the world. Of the various businesses that Hessel watches. It was as if Hessel was comparing the companies he now managed.

The smell of cooking enters the sense of smell. So Hessel prefers to approach the source of the fragrance. He stepped into the kitchen. It appears Nadhila is cooking fried rice.

"My secretary, my wife" said Hessel, making Nadhila turn to him.

"Why? won't we?" Hessel raised one of his eyebrows, pulling one of the chairs facing the dining table.

Nadhila did not comment on Hessel's remarks. He refocused on the frying pan on the stove. After feeling cooked. Nadhila turned off the stove. And take two plates. Then he filled the plate with fried rice that Nadhila made.

"Em ... from the smell, it seemed delicious" Hessel praised, as Nadhila put the plate she had filled with fried rice in front of her.

"sorry. That's all I can do this morning. Because the cooking ingredients turned out to be exhausted," Nadhila while sitting on a chair that was across from Hessel.

"It's okay. Later after work, we're shopping,"

"Do you want to live in this house?" ask Nadhila. Make Hessel stop the movement of the spoon that will begin to feed the fried rice of his mouth.

"Do you mind if I stay here?" ask Hessel seriously.

"No. I just don't feel good. If Mr. Hessel has to stay in this little house," Nadhila said with a bow.

"I've never had a problem with where I live. What matters is that I live with my wife. As long as my wife is comfortable in the place she chooses. Nor would I force, to come to my house" Hessel looked at Nadhila.

Nadhila now dared to look at Hessel. So that his eyes met Hessel's eyes.

"May I ask?" ask Nadhila carefully.

"Please! what do you want to ask?" sahut Hessel casually bribed the first freshly fried rice he put in his mouth.

"Why father, willing to marry me to fulfill my late mother's will?"

Hessel looked at Nadhila's face deeply. Implied a serious face he showed to Nadhila.

"Because I really want to make you a wife. And most importantly - -" Hessel deliberately paused, and now his hand reached Nadhila's hand on the table. He clasped Nadhila's hand tightly. Makes Nadhila nervous.

"And the most important. Because I love you, Nadhila Sahila Puteri ...," said Hessel as she now kissed Nadhila's hand.

Nadhila. There was a sense of pleasure when Hessel said the word love to him. So he reviews the smile without Hessel knowing.

"How?, do you now understand why?" Hessel asked to make sure Nadhila understood.

Nadhila nodded, "When did you love me?" ask Nadhila carefully.

"When did it start? I forgot again. So now I beg you. Call your husband right!"

"For all this time, it's not right to call my father?"

"Call your husband with a nice call to hear. Not the Father, like in the office. Because you are now my wife, and I am now your husband,"

Nadhila looked at Hessel in confusion.

"So what should I call?"

"Think about it!. Now I'm gonna take a shower,"

Hessel got up from his chair, and walked away from the kitchen.

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