Not Just a Promise
What Difference?

As Nehta was about to pick up a shirt in the closet, her sense of hearing caught the movement from above her bed. Slowly, Nehta moved in search of something she could use to hit.

His heart beat unbearably, he was terrified. Inevitably, Nehta dragged his feet towards the light switch. Because the room is dark.

Claps.

Bugh. Bugh. Bugh.

“Basic messum, thief, shoplifter, maliing.” Nehta yelled hitting with all his might using the thick book he had rolled up.

“Akkhh's... Nehta, stop!” Reyhan caught Nehta's hand, then tightly blocked it for the woman to stop beating him.

“Re-Rey?”

“Iya it's me.” Reyhan who had just woken up immediately woke up because of Nehta's punch.

Especially at this time, he faced Nehta who only used a towel. As a normal man, Reyhan had gulped his saliva roughly. But he hurriedly regained his senses, so as not to get carried away.

“Why are you here?”

“Azka told me to rest here.”

“Lease!” Pekik Nehta's.

Who asked Nehta to release himself, but as soon as Reyhan took off his hand, Nehta's body staggered because it could not maintain balance. So that made him collapse against Reyhan.

Unexpectedly, the end of the towel winding on Nehta's body came off. If he wakes up in a hurry, then the towel he wears will sag. With a light as this alone, his cleavage was almost visible.

Nehta looked up at Reyhan, the man turned his face the other way. For the sake of hiding his blushing face, because he felt the chewy and tender objects belonging to Nehta.

“Close your eyes and don't move!”

From that most moving one was you, Nehta. Inner Reyhan, but the man obeyed what his wife had commanded.

In one move, Nehta had already stood up from Reyhan's body. Then he quickly grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. Reyhan was only able to shake his head, the lips that he rarely used to smile that he folded in order to hold his twitching lips wanted to laugh.

After performing the congregational prayer, Nehta and Reyhan came out of the room. But did not find Azka anywhere, no matter where the man went. Though when Nehta came home to see his sister, but his ignorant, Azka did not say anything about Reyhan. Until now Nehta still felt ashamed of the incident.

Does Reyhan belong to the turn? Why didn't he react? Inner Nehta looked at her husband with a strange look.

Do not know, that the person in question deviated it withstood the turmoil of his hard-earned hassrrat.

“What's weird?” Reyhan groped his face and body when he found a strange look from Nehta.

Ja. You're a freak, Rey. Of course Nehta only answered like that in his heart.

“Ngak.”

“What do you want?”

“You cook. Are you not a laper?”

“Order aja, I'm hungry.”

Though he was not too hungry, he could even wait if Nehta wanted to cook. But Reyhan knew his wife must be tired.

“Oh, okay.” Nehta fared, it just so happened that today he was very tired.

This day, Nehta went to several companies including small boutiques to apply for jobs. But the result is nil. No one wants to accept it, because there are no vacancies.

“I've ordered, maybe soon the food comes.” Reyhan said without taking his eyes off his phone.

“I haven't told you what to eat.” Nehta Protest.

Reyhan remained silent, not responding to Nehta's annoyance.

Not long after, the apartment bell rang. Someone's sign is coming. And it turns out that what came was an online motorcycle taxi that delivered Reyhan's order.

Nehta's lips were seen poking at her smile, when she saw that the food Reyhan had ordered was the food she wanted at the moment.

His hands deftly arranged all the food on the table. The two ate without engaging in any chatter, only the twang of a clashing spoon could be heard.

“Tomorrow, get back to work at boutique.” Tell Reyhan while putting the dirty dishes in front of Nehta who was washing the dishes.

Hearing Reyhan's words, Nehta stopped the movement of her hand. She turned and looked at her husband.

“I know, aunt Dewi asked you out of the boutique right?”

“I'm fine, Rey. Anyway, I don't have the right to manage that boutique.” Nehta tried to convince Reyhan.

“You have the right, Ta. Grandma's been entrusting the boutique to you. You are also my wife now.” Reyhan Kekeh.

Nehta shook her head slowly. He gave an excuse that he wanted to find a job somewhere else. Seeking work experience in a new place.

“Good. But, whenever you want, you can go back to the boutique.” Reyhan.

“Still a lot, Rey.”

“Hmmm.”

After talking about boutiques, Nehta finished his job washing dishes and cleaning utensils and dining tables.

Nehta's forehead wrinkled, as she saw Reyhan still in her apartment. The man sat leaning back while playing his phone.

“You're still here, Rey?”

“Your color is also still here.”

“Ish...” It's hard to talk to this guy.

Now the two are sitting in the living room, but on a different sofa. They are busy with their phones.

I don't know what Reyhan is doing with his phone, making Nehta repeatedly glance at Reyhan who is not at all disturbed by his existence.

“Until when do you want to stay here?” Ask Nehta.

“Why?”

“You didn't come home?”

“You didn't go home by yourself?”

“This is my apartment. Where should I go home then?”

Reyhan instead chuckled with the answer Nehta gave, moreover, since Nehta had opened his voice, they had only thrown questions at each other.

Isn't it funny, Nehta even forgot that her status had become Reyhan's wife. Perhaps because of his close friendship, Nehta forgot to distinguish his own relationship. Between a friend and a husband and wife.

Reyhan to think strangely. Maybe just by doing ‘itu’ Nehta will realize his relationship with Reyhan has changed from before.

Reyhan shook his head, trying to get rid of his dirty thoughts. Do not let him really do it, let alone force Nehta. Because basically, Reyhan is quite ignorant when it comes to women who have been legally his wife.

Nehta's curiosity when she saw Reyhan who was still laughing, just walked out, because the apartment bell rang.

Both of them looked at the clock that stuck perfectly on the wall that was in the middle room. The clock's needle shows at half-nine p.m. Why would anyone go to see you at night like this.

How shocked Nehta was, after opening the door of her apartment. The man who was still his lover came with a package of food in his hand.

“Darling, I brought you..” Gibran's words hang when he sees Reyhan emerging from behind Nehta.

“It's night, Ta. Not good to receive male guests.”

“Ck. Then what's the difference? You yourself are here, nights like this, Mr Reyhan?” Gibran began to ignite his emotions.

“Of course it's different because.”.