Reyhan, My husband
Tamu

Homespun.

Nayla blinked her eyes to her side, on the side of the bed next to her.

Empty?

He opened his eyes wide when he did not find Reyhan where he should be.

The long, black woman tried to remember. Last night, when she fell asleep, Reyhan was not home. Where is that guy? Didn't Reyhan come home?

He moved from his sleeping position. Go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Nayla's still thinking positively, maybe Reyhan's in her office. Could it be, right.?

Tok to tok.

The door of the workspace he knocked for the first time with great confidence. But there's no answer yet. Then Nayla knocked again.

Tok to tok.

"Rey..." Call him, and still have no answer. Nayla was getting anxious. What if Reyhan really doesn't come home?

Indeed, Nayla has what's wrong? Shouldn't it be, here Nayla has the right to be angry?

Reyhan had already secretly met Nina behind him, then now why would even that man ignore Nayla?

Impatiently, Nayla grabs the door handle intending to open it.

"Lady..."

The voice of the call from behind her undoes Nayla's intentions. Then, the woman looked. "What's Lin?"

"That's, there's a guest below... Looking for Mom" replied Linda, a young woman who works at Reyhan's house as a Household Assistant.

Wh who?

"What men are women?" Nayla asked confusedly. Because here he doesn't know anyone.

"Mum's man,"

"Yaudah, I'll see you first..." Nayla answered, stepping down the stairs followed by Linda behind her. "Oh yes Lin, did you see Reyhan?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, from this morning I didn't see Mr. Reyhan."

Reyhan is not coming home.

Suddenly, Nayla felt pain in the corner of her heart. Without realizing it, his footsteps in going down the stairs stopped. Her legs wobbled when she found out that Reyhan did not come home last night.

"Lady..."

Call Linda from behind him wake Nayla. The woman returned to her feet. On every ladder that the girl stepped on, Nayla again increased the rate in strengthening the heart. His heart was beginning to become fragile again.

"Make Lin drink,"

"Yes ma'am"

The two women separated at the bottom of the stairs. Linda walked straight ahead, towards the kitchen. While Nayla turned to the right, towards the living room.

"Good morning Mother Nayla..."

The woman fused her eyebrows together. Trying to remember the figure in front of him who was greeting him. Even the man knew Nayla's name.

The figure of a man in a formal dress ala office. The shirt is sky blue, combined with a black suit that matches his pants.

Who yeah?

Niente. The figure of the man in front of him had never even met Nayla.

"Good morning, sorry, who is it? Have we ever known him before?"

"Did you know, my name is Bima." The man smiled proudly introducing his name.

A milkyo? Nayla had heard that name. "Oh, oh, pardon." Nayla recalled, Reyhan once mentioned Bima as his superior.

"Welcome Mr. Bima, please sit." Greet Nayla with kindness. "I'm sorry, what's needed?"

Until this early morning has come to Reyhan's house. He is Reyhan's boss.

"Oh, this is ma'am, I'm just here to deliver a safe from Mr. Reyhan." Bima handed me a white paper bag, there is a logo image of the apple that has been bitten.

Whahuh? The crept?

"Breakfast?" Nayla asked in wonder. His hand received the paper bag and opened the contents. "This is from Reyhan?"

"Yes ma'am, that's Mr. Reyhan's safekeeping."

In the middle of the conversation, Linda came with warm Milk Tea. "Let's Master, at the drink."

"Thank you" Bima replied shortly before Linda returned to the kitchen.

"Please Mr. Bima, drink it. Thanks in advance, but

Sorry, but where is Reyhan, sir? And, why did Pak Bima have to bother delivering this here?"

And now, Nayla was getting confused by the situation she was in. Bima is her husband's superior. So, why is this guy here now just to hand Reyhan a hand over to him?

Isn't that overkill?

Who is the boss here, and who is the subordinate?

Reyhan is too much of a puzzle, and Nayla is too lousy to guess all of those puzzles by herself.

"I apologize in advance, Mr. Reyhan must return to Indonesia since last night, because there is a sudden office business." Answer Bima explained. "I am on behalf of General Media Tech. The group apologized for this incident that had to involve Mr. Reyhan."

Whahuh? Nayla didn't hear wrong?

The woman's mouth was open. How could? "Reyhan's back in Indonesia?"

Bima nodded. Sipping a drink in front of him. "But Miss Nayla doesn't have to worry. Mr. Reyhan will try to get back soon."

The sadness in Nayla's eyes she could not hide anymore. The eyes that usually sparkle, now look cute. All sorts of questions just popped into his head.

Nayla desperately held back her cries, so as not to spill right now here. The one that most made her heart sliced. Why would Reyhan leave her here? By ourselves.

"In that case, I'll go home first. Mr. Reyhan said, he'll explain it to Nayla's mother."

"good. Thank you, Bima." Nayla stood up as Bima stood up. "Thank you once again for delivering this deposit to me."

"Together Nayla's Miss."

Nayla escorted her guests to her doorstep. After Bima started running her car, the woman closed the door and went straight back to her room in a hurry.

He could no longer hold back the speed of his tears. Along the stairs, Nayla was already crying despite how hard she held her back. Even Nayla to ignore the existence of Linda who may also be confused to see it.

Nayla's bedroom door closed violently

The black-eyed girl immediately threw herself into the bed. He hid his face behind a pillow, and he cried loudly again. Just like yesterday.

Why did Reyhan come back to Indonesia without telling me? How important is he, until the interests of the office must he take care of it?

Why didn't Reyhan ever explain anything to me?

What are you hiding from me, Rey? What can I not know?

I've trusted you, I've told you my every problem. I've even told you about my past.

So why not Reyhan?

Did Reyhan not share everything with me, the same when I shared it with him?

You know what this is, don't I have to come here?

His cry was forced to stop for a moment, as the flat object inside the paper bag rang.

The woman opened it, a new phone from a famous brand that everyone dreams of.

Did Reyhan give you this phone, instead of Nayla's phone he was carrying?

"Hello"

"Nay. It's me Reyhan."

The answer across there made Nayla's anger boil over. "Rayhan,"

Her tears were dripping again, but Nayla did not want to cry at all. He just wanted to show his decisiveness, without showing his frail side.

But unfortunately, she kept crying. "What does all this mean, Rey?"

"Listen to me carefully. I have some business to do first, before I get back to you. Please, never contact anyone, including me. Unless pressed, you can call me at this number. And I'm sorry, I have to bring your old phone,"

"What do you mean Rey? Do you leave me alone, you know? So now I can't call anyone? Wh why? What am I wrong?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you this right now, Nay. Please, just this time, do as I ask without asking why. It's for your good."

"But Rey? What the hell is this?" Nayla asked while crying in despair.

"Help this time, can you?"

Nayla held her breath. So far, Reyhan has always protected her. Reyhan never let her down. If now her husband was asking Nayla not to contact anyone, Nayla thought, it would be wrong if she would. "OK, until when?"

"Until it's all done. I'll call you later."

Nayla doesn't know what Reyhan is doing. What problems Reyhan is facing, because the man is reluctant to tell.

If it was now, this was what Reyhan asked for, then once again,

Nayla will give her trust to Reyhan. Just like before.

"Keep, what am I supposed to do here, Rey? I don't know anybody?"

"Thank you for helping me. I'm sorry I had to leave you there alone. Instead, I've enrolled you in cooking class. Fill your busy with it. For the place, you can ask Linda for help."