Reyhan, My husband
Stiffened In Place

Mused.

Waiting for Reyhan to come home, the black woman stared at her reflection in the mirror. Sometimes talking to his own shadow.

Honestly, he was confused.

A drug he accidentally took.

Satya begins to suspect her relationship with Reyhan.

And,

Reyhan's picture is sitting in one of the cafes, with Nina.

What part should the girl think about first? His brain was too narrow if he had to think about the problem all at once.

Alright, then,

Forget about the drug problem because Reyhan himself has guaranteed to find the culprit. Reyhan himself will intervene to solve the problem. Although Nayla does not know what kind of way Reyhan does.

Then, the second problem, the,

How can he avoid Satya? How do you make Satya give up? How do you make Satya stop suspecting her relationship with Reyhan? Ah, how do you make Satya stop chasing her?

Not to mention the third matter, what's the matter between Reyhan and Nina?

"Should I be honest?

Admitting in front of Satya, Reyhan is my husband. The man Papa chose to marry me.

Yeah, I should be honest, right? Anyway with me being honest, Satya has promised to tell me where she got the photos of Reyhan and Nina."

Doesn't that look easier?

"But..."

Nayla thought again. While sitting in front of the mirror, he looked at the ceiling of the room with a final-goal.

"But, what will Satya do after I acknowledge Reyhan's status,?

It was very unlikely that the man would give up. There was no way he would be silent and breastfed, taking it for granted.

Chances are, he could be crazy. Then, blatantly hurt Nina."

Not want. Nayla didn't want that to happen.

Satya is a man of ambition who can justify any means, just to achieve his wishes. Especially when he feels defeated.

Yes, Nayla knows that.

Admitting Reyhan in front of Satya is not a problem for Nayla at all, but what if after that Satya will really go crazy? That's the problem.

Not only is her safety threatened, but Nina and her baby are too.

Papa Zeko, Mama Riana, Reyhan, and all of them can even be affected.

It felt like Nayla was glued to the spot. Doesn't have access to back walk backwards, but can't also break through forward.

Silence is getting runyam.

It got him killed.

As for moving, the road ahead was almost broken.

Is it necessary for Nayla to discuss Satya's problem with Reyhan?

What to do, Nayla asks Reyhan directly about the photo he took with Nina?

Argh...

She squeezed her own hair in front of the mirror. His logic was in an inner war with his instincts and instinctual plotters.

She did not want to involve her husband anymore. That's enough, Reyhan's been involved so far.

But Nayla herself did not know what she was going to do.

One thing is certain, though,

should the incident between her, Satya and Nina happen again by involving Reyhan, this time she promised not to let go and give up her husband voluntarily.

It won't. No more.

And never.

The door opened as Nayla was confused. Even the usually vague sound of a car was heard, this time escaping just like that.

Nayla was fixated, finding the figure that had been struggling spoiled in her mind.

Reyhan, what should I do Rey?

Nayla pulled her lips together to form a smile that she forced. With heavy steps, she approached her husband.

"Home home?"

Looking for a sense of security, the body that every night holds him in that sleep, he hugs.

It still feels the same, comfortable and very comfortable. Meanwhile, the man remained silent. Letting Nayla embrace him freely, until satisfied.

"Yet..." Reyhan replied mockingly. It was in front of my eyes still being asked silly questions. If it wasn't Nayla, where would it be?

Nayla smiled, drowning her face in her husband's chest. "Wanna eat downstairs? Or in the room?"

"Rayhan..." Nayla took off her arms. The woman kept her head away until she reached out to the handsome face of the husband without regressing her steps. "I asked seriously, answered seriously dong.."

Reyhan chuckles.

Nayla's head was rubbed with love. "Eat downstairs, I take a bath." Handing the bag over to the wife, as usual. Then walk towards the bathroom with a towel in his left hand.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Because there is no appetite.

"Well, wait a minute, we eat together..." Say it before closing the door.

Nayla breathes a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that this time he could play a good role in hiding his anxiety.

***

"You want to eat tempeh first what fish first?"

Glancing in confusion, Nayla observed the dish with a different atmosphere on the table.

Fried tempeh, fried catfish, tomato sauce with a few strands of basil leaves pounded slightly crushed. There's raw cabbage, there's cucumber, there's raw long beans. As per Reyhan's request to bi Sriya this afternoon.

"Eh, really made up?" He said for a moment until he was spelled.Reyhan enthusiastically looked at the food menu that he missed.

"Thank you Bi..." His voice slightly shouted to the aunt in the kitchen, not far from where it is now.

"So where did Reyhan eat?" Nayla's Repeat.

"Tempe it first, so miss childhood..." Reyhan turned his eyes back.

Nayla put some tempeh on her husband's plate. Not to forget, he brought the tomato sauce as well.

"You try, it's really good lo Nay..."

Nayla takes a bribe from her husband. Meanwhile, Reyhan enjoyed the order menu, Nayla prefers another menu, kale sauces menu with shrimp.

"No boy?" He asked when the mouthful of tempeh and tomato sauce managed to enter the mouth of his wife.

"Enak" answered Nayla briefly.

After that, the two of them focused on finishing their dinner.

Silent. As usual, eat without talking. Until everything was on the man's plate, the toilet was not left.

Reyhan drank water, then took a tissue to wipe his lips.

While Nayla, the food on her plate there are still some more feeds. Tonight, he has no appetite. But, in order to cover her anxiety Nayla was forced to sit down to accompany Reyhan to dinner, so that everything looks fine.

And did he manage to hide this matter from Reyhan?

"Why?"

Nayla lyrics her husband who stares at her face in a smile. Reyhan's signature smile, with perfectly printed dimples.

"No papa. Tonight you're different.." More silence.

"Book?"

"He'eh" Reyhan rubbed Nayla's head. "The splinter wastes his food. I wait..."

Nayla nodded and immediately finished her meal.

While waiting for Nayla, Reyhan lightened the burden of Sriya by putting dishes and some dirty items into the laundry. He washes his hands.

"Udah?" See Nayla's plate. Clean, leaving only fish bones.

The woman nodded. He drank water in front of him until the toilet was not left in one gulp, when Reyhan again put his old plate into the laundry.

"Yaudah, let's brush your teeth..." Reyhan came back to his wife. As she was about to step away, Nayla held her arm.

"Rey-han's..."

Yea?

Not answering, Reyhan simply looked at his wife with a frown.

"I... W-there's something I want to say to you.."

The man looked in several directions. "here?"

Seeing the doubt in his wife's eyes, Reyhan made an offer. "In the room how? Or the second floor balcony?"

"Yaudah, just dibalkon..."

Reyhan grabbed the wife's jemari. He took her up the stairs.

Silent.

Nayla dissolved in her own thoughts. Should he ask Reyhan directly?

Until they get to the second floor balcony.

The quiet night. Under the sparkling stars scattered and bright moonlight. Not to mention, the breeze of the night that adds to the peace.

They sat side by side, in a chair that was provided there. The man deliberately approached his chair next to his wife. He didn't want to get far from Nayla while having the chance to get close.

Nayla took a deep breath, enjoying the relaxing night air. It seems that the girl has not sat here with Papa Zeko for a long time.

"Nay, is something bothering you?"