Reyhan, My husband
Being late to realize

The morning air is inhaled by a tiny nose that is not too sharp. Still too fresh, not contaminated by vehicle fumes and fuel pollution.

Nayla was standing on the side of the road with her husband. He was about to cross after parking his car.

"Be careful Nay.."

Feeling the grip of a burly hand grabbing her, Nayla smiled wryly behind the face she turned on.

Still in a polkadot-patterned baby doll dress, Nayla follows her husband who invites her to enjoy the roadside rice pecel, where she only takes shelter from behind a curtain of cloth and banners. He said it was Reyhan's rice pecel in college.

"Yes..." As soon as Nayla answered.

Not long after, they arrived. "Oh, two servings yeah..."

After ordering, Reyhan invited Nayla to sit, two empty benches, on the left.

"Loh mas Reyhan, haven't been here in a long time.." Say the seller's mothers. "Tumben, bring the mas girl, the boyfriend?"

Reyhan chuckled in response, while beside him, Nayla smiled.

Feeling that her question was not getting a satisfactory answer, the seller's mothers turned to Nayla. "Seriously his girlfriend?"

"Not so buk." It's not his girlfriend, is it?

"Thank God.." The seller's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why buk?"

While giving rice pecel orders Reyhan, the seller's mother gave a sharp eye shot. "Don't fuck around, Reyhan forgot not to be a ghost?"

Then after that, the seller's mother rolled one eye.

Uhukkc.. Nayla gagging.

This is how it feels to have a handsome husband. Keep eating heart.!

"Be careful Nay.." A glass of warm tea. Rayhan patted his wife on the back. "When you eat carefully."

"Is something wrong, eh?"

"Not really buk.."

"He's not my girlfriend, but my wife.." Reyhan admitted while chuckling.

Uhuk. Well, replace the seller's choking mother. "Seriously?"

Take a little bit of Reyhan as the answer.

"Oh my God, what about my son Leli's nippy." muttered from the seller's mother, Nayla heard, after which there was no more joke between them.

The mother serves other customers, as well as Nayla and Reyhan, who are seen spending her breakfast voraciously.

After Reyhan paid, he returned to the car. As before, his hand held the wife's hand. Again managed to make Nayla face meet because of it.

Either, because it was too happy or what, Nayla was unaware. Someone in front of him who was also on the side of the road earlier noticed Nayla's movements. That person will also cross, in the opposite direction to him.

The satya?

When the road was deserted, Reyhan pulled Nayla's hand to cross. The girl's eyes could not turn away from the still silent figure of the man, watching her.

"Nay.. "

Nayla's steps came to a halt beside her car, just as she was about to open the door. While Reyhan who had first entered the car, deliberately let Nayla finish her business with the man. By not reducing his supervision of his wife, from the steering wheel.

Reyhan accidentally opened a little glass of his car, so he could hear what Nayla and the man were talking about.

"Hey.. Sat-yeah...." Nervous.

"This morning, and you're with him?" With great emphasis, Satya asked Nayla. "He who?"

"Di-diaa...." Still confused to answer.

Though, today was his plan, Nayla would explain and bluntly explain to the man. But, it doesn't have to be with the situation where he is right now, right?

Not in this kind of atmosphere, not on the roadside as it is today.

There were many things Nayla wanted to say to the man. Yes, Nayla planned to say it slowly. Speak from heart to heart in order to understand each other and accept this situation.

Intend to say it in a peaceful atmosphere, in order to get peace at the end of the story. Ah, like it's very difficult.

"Sat-yah..." Nayla's heart is scared. He was very afraid of facing Satya's reaction afterwards. "You don't get emotional first, I promise you later. Th-but.."

"But what?" The man gets increasingly out of control of his emotions, when Nayla deliberately pauses his speech. It was clear from his high voice.

"But I have to go home now."

Satya growled furiously. "You think I'm gonna let you just walk away.?"

"Satya. please..." Her pinta was pinched as Satya tried to clasp her wrist.

"Follow me..." Pull Nayla towards her car. And ignored the rejection of the girl.

"No way..." Satya still pulled him, even harder.

Nayla was reluctant to step up, but her strength was clearly lost. The girl thrashed behind Satya, though not even in the gubris.

"Satya, I don't want to..." The man pulled her even harder, until Nayla's wrist hurt.

The man's hand opened the car door, and he was ready to push Nayla in.

Brucks.

The car door was closed again. Being slammed violently by the man, who had been holding back the emotion of seeing his beautiful wife being treated like that.

"Lepasin Nayla" Her voice was heavy but not screaming. It was not at all the soft voice that Nayla usually heard.

"Rey-han's..." Behind Satya, the girl's eyes glazed over. She looked at her husband with a look for help.

Nayla wants to run. Covering behind her husband's body. But, Satya still gripped her arm firmly.

Reyhan took his breath in. "Please, I'm asking you carefully. Please let go of Nayla."

Satya grinned. "Who are you really?"

All Reyhan's patience is gathered. For him, fighting emotions does not have to be with emotions. To solve the problem without bloodshed.

"No matter who I am, look at the frightened Nayla behind you."

Satya. Nayla's frightened face like that, really made the corner of her heart sliced. Be ill.

This is not what Satya wants.

The girl who used to always feel safe with him, now changed. Very inversely proportional.

Oh, what he's done.

"Nai..."

"You're scary. hikss.." His words were softened with a clear grain that escaped wetting his cheeks.

"Portuguese, ! Hand sak-kit..."

Reflek, Satya releases her grip, and the girl immediately runs, behind Reyhan's body.

Satya grimaces. Sick but not bleeding. Crying, but not tears. Maybe that's how he feels.

On seeing, the queen was blatantly building a fort that was getting stronger, to refuse to accept it back.

In the past, maybe the fortress that Nayla built was just a passing red thread. In contrast to now, Satya saw the red thread grow, and develop into giant concrete. That separates him from Nayla.

"Sorry." Sorry say. "Please, give me another chance Nay."

Nayla shakes. And her tears are flowing more and more.

It's all over. Since long.

Unfortunately, Satya realizes it too late and no one ever tells her.

"Nay, you get in the car first." This time Reyhan spoke.

He was sure that Nayla was very depressed at the moment. Don't explain, just to talk Reyhan so not hearty.

Seeing Nayla who was obedient to another man immediately rushed in the car, made Satya even more curious. What's the connection, Nayla with this guy?

Reyhan's sharp gaze got from Satya. Unfortunately, that did not affect Reyhan's bravery at all.

"For the next time, please.don't bother Nayla again..." A step closer to Satya. "You have a wife, right? remember, your pregnant wife. Almost even gave birth. Do you feel little pity for him?"

Satya felt challenged. "Don't interfere in my business.!"

"I definitely need to interfere. Especially about Nayla." And Reyhan stepped up again. A step closer to Satya.

"What exactly are you?"

"Please, don't spoil the long-standing friendship between Nayla and your wife. Don't make a fire in your wife's heart like being ignited by kerosene, seeing you still chasing after Nayla. Don't make him hate Nayla"

Satya grinned. "Don't be smart. Just tell me you're interested in my wife, aren't you?"

The grin grew wider as Reyhan remained silent, not answering. "Why? My guess is right, right? I also know, you have secretly met my wife Dicaffe. That's hypocritical!"

Reyhan replied with a smile. "It should be, regarding my meeting dicaffe that.you ask directly to your wife."

"This is it? Are you interested in Nina? Take him. I'm kasih.

Instead, don't go near Nayla again. He's mine."

Uh, what? Reyhan didn't hear wrong, did he?

Reyhan laughed loudly. And again, he stepped closer and closer to Satya.

"Take care of what you have, before he leaves and makes you regret for noticing too late."

"Sad... Bangs*t!" Emotions overflowed. Gravely. Satya always fails to control her emotions. "Don't interfere.!"

Reyhan chuckles. He's staying calm. Unafraid. Undaunted, not one bit.

Again, he stepped closer to Satya. "I told you, whatever Nayla's business is, it's my business, too."

And now, Reyhan's hand patted Satya's right shoulder. Saying a statement before leaving.

"Bro, Nayla... Him, my wife."