Not the Idle Wife
You Thief!

An awkward situation ensues between Reynaldi and Nayla in Reynaldi's car that will drive her home. The woman was really embarrassed to remember her reaction, which she thought was too much when defending Reynaldi . He himself was confused as to why he could at least accept it so his mother Meta insulted Reynaldi, even though the one who was insulted looked calm and smiling.

"Why are you quiet?" Reynaldi finally opened his voice to stop the awward situation between them.

"It's okay! you focus on driving, don't talk to me!" nayla said ketus, to cover up her embarrassment.

"Can! that's if you want us to go straight to heaven. If going to heaven is not pa-pa, what about hell? I still have many sins, maybe you too" said Reynaldi ambiguously.

Nayla, who was initially focused on looking at the street, turned to Reynaldi and looked at the man sharply.

"What do you mean? you want us to die again, right? I meant well, asking you to focus on driving! that means let us be saved, not to heaven or hell" Nayla protested in a fierce tone.

"Well, who said? it is precisely if you are silent, and I am silent, that I am sleepy. If I'm sleepy, I can automatically bring a car carelessly, which can certainly cause an accident. If we die immediately in a place not pa-pa, what if life is reluctant to die do not want?" Reynaldi.

Nayla was speechless and could not say anything more, because what the man said was indeed very reasonable.

"Well, if you ask me to talk, I won't be sleepy. We're talking, not necessarily making me unable to focus on driving, right? it's the one who speaks the mouth, and the one who hears the ears, while the eyes can still focus on looking forward" Reynaldi said, who received no response from the jutek woman beside him.

"Why are you quiet again?" Reynaldi made a sound again, glancing briefly at Nayla.

"Speak! I keep hearing!"

"If I speak, but there is no response, I speak with the wind,"

Nayla took a deep breath, then exhaled back into the air, hoping that her frustration would also be wasted along with the wasted air.

"Well, now what are we talking about?" nayla's voice began to soften again.

"How about we talk about marriage?" answer Reynaldi.

"Wedding? whose wedding?" Nayla scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, whose wedding is it again? it was our marriage!" said Reynaldi leisurely and expressionless face.

"Eh, since when do we plan a wedding? don't just talk about you!"

Reynaldi did not immediately answer, the man actually pulled over his car and opened his seatbelt.

"Never really. How about we plan it now?" reynaldi asked as he leaned his body close to Nayla's face.

Nayla immediately rewinded her face with eyes that blinked, until almost hit the car window. Luckily Reynaldi's hand swiftly protected the woman's head.

"Why didn't you answer? how about we talk about it now?" Reynaldi repeated the question.

Because Reynaldi's face was too close to Nayla's face, making the woman feel like a dead louse, her throat was choked, even to swallow her own saliva she was in great distress.

Nayla was stunned for a while, then she immediately regained her senses and pushed Reynaldi's chest away from her.

"Please don't joke! things like this are not to be made as a joke," Nayla can finally open her voice, but with a heartbeat that can not be normal.

"Who's kidding? I seriously want to talk about marriage with you" Reynaldi smiled and looked at Nayla's black-colored bead.

Nayla flinches back to Reynaldi's gaze, seeking the truth, whether the man is serious about his words or not. The beautiful woman then sighed, as soon as seeing that gaze was filled with seriousness.

"Is this including a proposal?" ask Nayla at last.

"If you think it's like a proposal, yes, I'm proposing to you" clearly and firmly.

"Do you not have the capital to make a more classy application event?" said Nayla who slipped a satire.

"What is classy but not effective? the classy one I think is common, different from this, which is certainly memorable, different from the others" Reynaldi replied casually.

"But ...."

"But what? if you want a classy one, ok, it can be arranged." Reynaldi remained relaxed.

"Is it really your character, it sucks like this?" Nayla was starting to look upset.

"InfFECT? what sucks?" Reynaldi frowned, puzzled.

"Udah ah! I'm lazy to talk about it, mending us walk now. I'm sleepy" said Nayla, looking back at the streets.

"If I don't want to?"

"I'm going downstairs, and it's better to take a cab than to have a fight with someone like you,"

"Why are you so angry?" Reynaldi scratched his head that was not itchy at all.

"You think to yourself!" chirps Nayla ketus.

Nayla was really upset, making her want to split the man's head and get his brain out, then upgrade it to be more sensitive.

Reynaldi still looks unmoved and like there is no intention to go back to running his car. Nayla who had been looking at the street, immediately glanced at the man who was still putting on his stupid face.

"You really don't want to walk? all right, I'm out now!" Nayla quickly removed her seatbelt. But when he opened the car door, Reynaldi immediately held the car door.

"What the hell do you want?!" nayla's voice is rising.

"All right, we're leaving now. You put your seat belt back on," Reynaldi concluded, relented. Then he started to return his car at a moderate speed.

The silence was again created between Reynaldi and Nayla. They were both busy with their thoughts.

"Why did you suddenly want to get me married?" suddenly Nayla opened her voice, because to be honest this was a very confusing thing.

"Because mom likes you" Reynaldi replied casually.

"Oh, just because of that? if your mother likes my grandmother, will you also ask her to marry you? by chance, my grandmother has been widowed for a long time. So you'll call me grandpa later, cool right?" nayla said by slipping insinuations.

Reynaldi again scratched his head.

"Yes, not that either. I mean, mama likes you and I happen to feel comfortable being next to you. I feel that what I felt in Meta, I feel back when I'm with you" said Reynaldi.

"Nayla, you might think this is too soon, but for me it's not. Instead I am very sorry to get to know you, the girl who is jolly, gentle and one more thing, you are sincere. You never look at the status of people. It gradually made me feel like getting to know you more deeply, although I admit, my way is ridiculous. As long as you know, I feel I can be myself, no need to keep the image, when it is near you only," Reynaldi continued at length without pause.

Nayla nodded and remained silent. The woman looked towards Reynaldi who was focused on driving

the car, so that the woman could not see the seriousness of the man's words.

"Why are you silent? do you still feel like I'm joking?"

Nayla bit her lip, and there was a happy vibe in her heart. However, soon he was tepis because he did not want to drown in happiness that was still dubious for him.

"Please don't joke around anymore!" said Nayla who made Reynaldi stop his car suddenly, to make the woman's forehead almost hit the dashboard of the car.

"Hey, you're crazy! you want me dead, right?" pekik Nayla holding her chest.

"What do you mean I'm kidding! you see my eyes, am I kidding or not!" reynaldi said in a fiery tone while gripping Nayla's chin.

Nayla blinked her eyes as she swallowed her saliva. Then the woman looked at Reynaldi's bead deeply and sure enough, she didn't see any lies there.

"You're Nayla's thief!"chirp Reynaldi suddenly

"The thief? whatchu mean?" nayla said in a high tone. He who had been lulled when he looked at the man's bead, immediately felt provoked because he was called a thief.

"Yes! a thief! you have stolen something from me, and strangely only this time I do not want you to return it" said Reynaldi, ambiguous.

"You're crazy! I feel like I've never stolen anything from you, don't say anything!" Nayla has not been able to accept the man's accusation because she feels she has never stolen anything from him.

" Yes I'm crazy, crazy because you stole my heart, and strangely I don't want you to give it back" Reynaldi's eyes glittered as he spoke.

"Do you know what I want to do in return? in return I want to steal your heart too. But I haven't managed to steal your heart yet. That means I have to be smarter about strategizing again, so I can steal it," Reynaldi said back with a hunting breath.

"It looks like you've made it, Rey! said Nayla who unfortunately only dared to say in his heart.

Tbc