Reyhan, My husband
Not Now

Peak House Royal Elite Meilam

Reyhan's small estate is very beautiful. Many trees grow and develop nicely, and are lush. In front of the entrance gate of the residential area, there are many kinds of flowers with different colors. Like welcoming and greeting the arrival.

Little overview.

The building that Nayla occupies today, is far from the crowd. Consisting of two floors, where the lower floor there is only a kitchen, one bathroom, living room and one bedroom. The upper floor contains three rooms. One of them is Reyhan's room, the other is his study.

The other room, though,..

I don't know, it might be empty.

Peak House Meilam is far from the center of government activities.

And including one of the elite housing typical of the country of Hong Kong.

"You like it?" Reyhan brought Nayla to sit on the sofa. A minimalist sofa in old ash, which is in the living room.

"Like..." Nayla nodded. "Quite comfortable Rey, just small huh?"

Reyhan smiled, stroking Nayla's hair with his hands. "Such size in this country has included large Nay, do not equate dong same papa house in Indonesia."

"Yes-yes..." Grimacing, Nayla felt a pocket in her shirt, while picking up the flat object Reyhan had left her before they left the hotel. "This is the flash, he said you want to check after you get here"

The man accepted it. Smiling displays her two charming dimples. "I went to my study first yes, you went into the room. Rest."

"You get your business done, I still want to look around here"

"All right," Nayla's brow pecked with love. Before Reyhan went up to the second floor. "Don't go far, just around here."

Nayla nodded. Then he opened the main door. Automatic doors that can be opened with fingerprints.

In front of the house, there is a small garden. In the middle of the park there are chairs and tables. Everything looks clean and well-groomed. Although, Reyhan very rarely occupied this house.

The woman was sitting on one of the chairs in the garden. Taking out her phone while taking a selfie. Nayla also took pictures several times on the beautiful flowers that bloom. Capture it in a device and think it will share it on his social media site.

Later, if he can access the internet again.

The beautiful flowers amazed Nayla.

It seemed, Linda the housekeeper was looking after him earnestly. Despite all this time, she was left alone guarding Reyhan's house.

While in the workspace,

Reyhan with a reddened face endured all the anger he endured. By ourselves.

As his eyes were glued to the video that had been spun on his laptop, the knife also pierced his heart.

The longer the duration of the video is played, the more transparent knives that ravage his feelings.

Nina's right, though,

The video Nina showed greatly affected her current feelings. His heart feels so painful.

The flash drive contains intimate videos between Nayla and Satya, formerly at Nuansa's hotel.

Fuckin ! It's in the heart.

Her chest rumbled violently. It felt, Reyhan's world collapsed instantly.

The body relationship video between Nayla and Satya made her heart like it was being sliced by a sharp dagger. Drawing right at his heart.

How could Reyhan be so ordinary? Nayla is his wife, only he is entitled to her body and soul.

The corner of his heart was very painful. Reyhan couldn't even think clearly at the moment.

Reyhan loves Nayla. Hugely.

Nayla was not just a wife she had to protect. Much more than that, Nayla is a woman she loves.

He shouldn't have seen this. And, oh my God... Nayla! What has the girl done?

Why in the video does she look like that night woman.?

In fact, from the silent video Reyhan knew, Nayla started. Nayla wanted the forbidden relationship first.

Holy molly.!

Suddenly his head felt heavy. Veins and veins were very prominent on his forehead, even with sweat, coming out of his forehead.

Reyhan did not accept it. But what should he do?

Reyhan himself knew when the scene happened.

"Niilah.." Mumbled wailing. Along with the clear crystal that escaped out from the corner of his eyes.

Hiding his handsome face every day behind his own palm.

Reyhan looks like a pitiful guy.

What the hell's going on? why did Reyhan become weak like that?

Many times he scooped up a lot of oxygen with his mouth, many times also Reyhan rubbed the falling teardrops with the thumb tip of his right hand.

While holding as hard as possible so that the bulir tears that fall do not spill more.

After her feelings calmed down a little, Reyhan opened his phone to contact someone.

"Hello.." Voice from across the phone.

"Good morning, Mr. Bagas.."

"Good morning back, Reyhan. What was? Is there anything I can help you with.?"

"It's related to someone's social media from yesterday. Can I ask for complete control over that person's social media? Need it. And this is very important"

"of course. I will contact the network personnel. Soon I'll send it to Reyhan's email address."

"Thank you Bagas. Happy activities"

The athletic man put the device back in his pocket. Reyhan walked towards the glass wall. From her study, she could see Nayla talking to Linda in the park.

"Nayla, how should I face you later?"

In fact, every time Nayla saw a strange taste in her appeared. He wanted to clean Nayla from the man's touch.

From her glass wall, Reyhan saw a shocked Nayla walking into the house. But, Reyhan flinching. The man remained in his original position.

Faintly, he heard footsteps approaching. And stopped in front of his study.

Tok to tok. The sound of knocking on the door made Reyhan's forehead wrinkle.

"Lake in." Exclaims.

Nayla just popped her head a little. The girl refused to come in. He only spoke as necessary.

"Reyhan, there's something I want to talk about. I'm waiting in the room"

The door closed again hard. But Reyhan doesn't care.

What he was thinking right now was, what would Nayla talk about? How is Reyhan supposed to meet Nayla.?

What if Reyhan got out of control of that woman?

To be honest, Reyhan's feelings had not been completely calm.

Rubbing her face rough, Reyhan walked towards the bathroom of the room. Washing his face in the sink, before finally, he went out the door and met Nayla in her room.

"What's wrong?" Ask. He was standing right behind the closed door. Shut up there because Reyhan feels awkward. Like there was concrete blocking his legs to walk closer to Nayla who was standing behind him beside the bed.

"Rey, um,.." Nayla turns around. Nayla with her cell phone in her hand walked over to Reyhan. "See this..."

Oh, Reyhan's heart was pounding as if Nayla wanted to show something on her phone. The scandalous news about the girl and Satya that Reyhan deliberately hid from Nayla, did the woman already know about it?

Please, not now. Reyhan still has big plans to protect his marriage.

"What?" Reyhan asked nervously. Making Nayla's teary eyes suddenly squeak suspiciously.

Reyhan picked up Nayla's phone, and at once his feelings became relieved. Because what Nayla showed me wasn't that news. Just a picture of Reyhan sitting in a chair with Nina.

Ha's?

Eh, What?

Reyhan and Nina's picture?

Oh my God, what's the new problem, what?

"Nay, I can clear it up."