Not the Perfect Wife
150. S2 - Tease
Nayla and Aydin are on their way home after dinner together. Not to forget, he brought home food for his father, who was at home alone.
The girl was very happy to be able to spend time with the man who had already filled her heart. They also tell each other about themselves.
"I forgot to say something to you" said Nayla, breaking the silence.
"Something what?" ask Aydin by looking at Nayla at a glance then refocus on the road in front of him.
"Our wedding ceremony. I've decided in two weeks."
Aydin was surprised to step on the brakes suddenly, making Nayla hit the head of the dashboard. To his surprise, the man was not aware of what he was doing.
"Eh, sorry, sorry, I didn't accidentally. I was surprised earlier."
"Mas, be careful dong," Nayla grumbled with her banged forehead. The forehead that was once white is now slightly reddened.
"I was just surprised to hear what you said. Sorry, yes," said Aydin. He felt guilty for harming Nayla, even if accidentally."
"Didn't you like it? If you don't like it we can put it off and look for another day."
"No-no, I'm happy if the show's faster. I'll take care of everything. Easy, really," Aydin replied with a smile.
Inwardly, she was very happy Nayla had such a plan. Later he will ask for help with his father so that everything can be done quickly. He knows how Emran is strong. I can do this little job.
"You're not pa-pa, are you?" aydin asked with a soft swipe of Nayla's forehead.
"It's okay, just a little bumpy," Nayla replied with a frown making Aydin chuckle.
"Sorry, yes, but this is not pa-pa, really! You're still pretty."
"Of course you've got kids, you're still struggling" said Nayla.
"I'm not a gumbal. You are really beautiful .. beautiful inside and out .. wishful thinking has changed, huh?"
Aydin stared at Nayla until the netra they met. There was something difficult to reveal, but they both knew the meaning of that look in the eye. The hope of kindness, love and trust, may it remain within the grasp.
Nayla turned her face away, breaking eye contact between them. Too long staring at Aydin made the girl unable to think clearly. Whatever he did must have gone wrong.
"I changed how else? From the past also ordinary humans, really," replied Nayla who pretended not to understand Aydin's intentions.
The man snorted at the answer from his fiancee. Though the girl knew, but pretended not to understand just to divert the conversation.
"I like you as you are, well, considerate of everyone and I hope you are always like that" Aydin said.
"Come, the road is night. Afraid of waiting too long" Nayla said, trying to distract. By now he was already very embarrassed by what the usually cold-looking man was doing. Today it suddenly became a tombal and seduce.
"Yes, I forgot." Aydin continued his journey. "Regarding the wedding dress, do you want to design your own or do I want to find someone else's design?"
"No need, I want to make it myself. If it's about, Mas. It's up to you to make a suit in another designer."
"I want my future wife to make it, but if you bother, it's okay. I'll just make it somewhere else."
"Byeah, Mas. I'm kadein?" nayla asked with a look at Aydin.
"I'd even like it if you made it. Whatever you make, I'll take it."
"I'm afraid you won't like it."
"I know the taste of my future wife, very good so, where might I not like." Again Aydin flicked to make the face of Nayla meet red girl tried to hide her face by turning her eyes out the window.
Which woman is not happy if the man who is with her is now a successor to the company. But that's not what makes Nayla happy. She was happy because the man who was usually cold to anyone, was now treating her warmly.
Aydin also loved him very much, as well as the family of the man who loved him very much. There is no doubt how good they are and Nayla is very lucky to get to know them.
"Why face there? I was here?" Aydin Goda.
"No pa-pa" answered Nayla, still looking out the window.
"The view outside is more interesting than I'm here."
"You better focus on the streets" Nayla said without looking at the man.
Ayden chuckled, knowing that Nayla was embarrassed right now and that made Airin even more anxious about the girl. Aydin finally no longer teased him and focused on the mananan in front of him.
"Yes." Yeah."
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"You wanna stop by first, Mom? Maybe you'd like to have tea with dad for a second?" tawar Nayla's.
"No need, it's been very night. Not good for the neighbors either. Maybe next time I stop by if it's still late in the afternoon," declined Aydin who was embraced by Nayla.
"Thank you for taking me and thank you for dinner."
"It is precisely I who thank you that you have accompanied me to dinner. Maybe tomorrow, I'll have to take you there often so you can dance quickly."
"I'll wait for that call."
"Sure" said Aydin. "All right, I'll go first. Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalight."
Aydin drove his car away from Nayla who was still standing in front of her house. After Aydin's car is not seen. The girl immediately entered his house.
"Assalamualaikum" said Nayla, opening the door.
"Waalaikumsalam" said Roni who was watching a football show on television.
"Dad, here's dinner" Nayla said, handing a bag of food to Roni.
"I've been starving since then waiting for you not to come home. Long time," Roni grumbled.
"I'm sorry, Dad," said Nayla. "Where did you come out?" nayla asked, when she saw a jacket on the sofa.
The man still did not change, willingly putting the items he had been wearing. Nayla had often reprimanded him, but Roni seemed to not care and let it go.
"Get out for a minute, meet an old friend."
"Dad, didn't do anything wrong, right?" nayla asked with a suspicious look at her father.
He has accepted the father, but he is still worried that Roni will fall back into things that harm the man one day.
"No," Roni replied briefly. He just felt bored so, he went to his friend's house. However, his friend instead expelled and forbade the man to come for fear of being visited by loan sharks.
"Dad, eat first. I'm gonna clean myself up." Nayla passed into her room. While Roni went to the kitchen to pick up a plate and a spoon.
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