Reyhan, My husband
Anxiety

As with Reyhan's busyness in Indonesia, far away in separate places, precisely in different countries of the continent, Nayla also has a similar busyness.

Not only Indonesian cuisine that he has mastered, Nayla even took a class cooking Chinese cuisine.

The days that the woman spent were also very crowded. The schedule of cooking classes that Nayla took turned out to be very draining of her time and energy.

Until recently, his health had been in slight decline.

The woman often complained of feeling tired all over her body. In fact, several times he also felt a headache that came suddenly.

Even so, Nayla did not think too much about and worried about her situation. It was even more exciting, though,

because now he has felt the fruit of his hard work in learning to cook, which turned out to be very sweet.

The woman was ready to stand beside the kitchen table. Dress neatly and simply, complete with a model Apron Beep apron stuck to his chest.

Today, the woman will be cooking herself for her lunch with Linda. Practicing the results of his learning that has been difficult Nayla can.

From the beginning his ears and eyes were watching the video spinning on his phone, a hundred percent on mode to pay attention and listen to the explanation of the chef in the video, about how the stages of how to cook the menu this time.

There was a pumpkin that he had cut, a can of abalone with dried oyster clam sauce, three types of mushrooms, ground fish meat and carrots.

Hands that work according to their duties. One by one Nayla passed perfectly. Until it is presented the masterpiece of his cooking in a large plate.

"Abalone With Vegetables In The Ring" Nayla muttered softly. While clapping the pleasure.

That's all, ? Ja

Indeed, it was only Chinese cuisine that Nayla managed to learn, because the initial target he entered the cooking class was Indonesian cuisine. The interlude, new international cuisine.

"Lin, I've got it ready." Nayla said as she removed the apron from her body. Hang the apron back in its place. "What are you cooking, not yet?"

"It's mom, '" Linda said from the kitchen. A step later, he walked towards the dining table carrying two dishes.

"That's what Lin?" Ask Nayla curious.

"This one sauteed watercress" Shows the plate in his right hand. "If this one's a tomato stir-fry egg.." Show plate on the left.

Put that plate near Nayla's cooking. "If in this language, stir-fry lettuce like this is the name jau sangchoi. If tomatoes stir-fry eggs, the name is fan ge jau tan."

"Oh" Magut-magut as if to understand. Nayla pulled the chair and then she sat on it. "If it's mine, what's it called?"

At first glance, Linda looked at Nayla's cooking. Then the girl said "Ci kwa cing pau yi.." Said the girl, then she prepared rice for Nayla.

Nayla took the plate containing the rice from Linda. Not forgetting to take the side dishes of his work. "You also eat, sit there.." Pointing a chair in front of him. "If there's no Reyhan, you're just as relaxed as Lin I am, think of it as your own sister."

"Yes mom.." Smiling happily, Linda silently gave thanks in her heart. Because, in addition to having a good enough boss like Reyhan, it turns out his wife is much better and friendlier than his male boss. "Thank you, ma'am.."

The two women ate lunch with great pleasure. Nayla praised Linda's delicious cooking. Occasionally Linda also praised Nayla's cooking which was no less delicious.

Yes, obviously,

Nayla has learned from her experts.

The small talk just happens, though Linda is still a little hesitant in responding to Nayla, given Nayla's status as her boss. Till, until,

no food on their plate is over.

Linda quickly tidied the table back up. Carry dirty dishes to the laundry, and store leftover food in the refrigeration closet.

"If Reyhan were here. She must have liked me masakin.." muttered Nayla as she moved from there to her room. The girl secretly missed her husband. "I'm on the phone, man,"

Reyhan's cell phone was dropped from the dresser. When she opened it, Nayla was a little surprised because just this time, there was someone who sent a message to the phone.

Curiously, he opened it.

Nay, I'm Nina. If you see this message. Please call me..

I've called you a few times, but you didn't pick up.

Nayla smiled faintly. Without warning, he pressed a button to call Nina.

"Haloo Nay.." The voice from across. "Uh, you finally called me.."

"Nin, pardon you, it's been a long time since you heard your voice.." Nayla answered enthusiastically. Then he walked to the side of the bed, "How are you,? You and your baby, you're healthy, right?"

His head on the headboard.

"Well done. And I'm sure you'll be healthy, too.." Reyhan won't let Nayla why-why right?. "Oh yes, Nay, Nay,

I want to tell you, if, I, I. I decided to part with Satya."

Ha's?

"You what?" Surprised and in disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

Nina told Nayla everything. When Satya brings the woman home, when Satya slaps her, when the man drives her away, and the most crowded is, when Satya does not care about the child in her womb.

Nina's cry broke, causing Nayla to shed tears unintentionally, as Nayla carefully listened to Nina's story.

"The strong Nin..."

Papa's right, papa's right,

Satya is not a good man, though,.. Oh my god,

Stupid first, my carelessness even to do that. ah.. Inner Nayla regrets.

"I, I'm no papa now, Nay, I'm better. I hope you're happy with your husband, and don't experience what I'm going through."

Nayla rubbed the tears flowing down her cheeks. As a friend, who knows how Nina's life journey, Nayla feels compassion, as well as feel the pain in her heart over what happened to Nina.

In fact, Nina chose to stay away in order to start a new life.

"Trus, if you move, we can't gather three more dong?" Nayla poked her lips, as if unwilling.

Nayla's little naughtiness heard from across her phone, before Nina's voice answered. "It's easy, can't you ask Reyhan if you want to play at my house..?"

A few seconds, the woman was stuck. Meaning of Nina's words. "Reyhan?" Ask Nayla curious.

"Eh that..." From the phone, Nayla heard Nina who was a little nervous. "I mean, you bi. can ask permission to your husband if, if you want to play at my house... Yes, I mean.."

Actually, Nayla felt that something was hidden by Nina. Actually, Nayla felt something was strange. But, put aside that taste.

Nayla's feeling is too soft to make her foster trust in her best friend.

"Ohh.." Nayla finally answered.

"So, you can go there with Sari.." Nina gave a little pause. "And one more thing, the donation problem I've been handing over to Sari. He's the one who's gonna handle. Waiting for you."

"Yes, I'll take a step back, so I can help Sari.." Nayla is back. "Oh yes Nin, if you don't live in Satya's apartment, now means you're home dong?"

"I'm staying at the Nay hotel... Sadewa hotel near the beach is your favorite place, right?"

"Sadewa hotel?" Ask Nayla. Confused again.

"Yes, later on Nay. I'll see who's visiting."

"Eh Nin, wait. How do you know it's fav's...."

Not yet had the question Nayla said completely, the phone connection was closed just like that by Nina.

Leaving the silent Nayla in her place.

"Where did Nina get my phone number? Isn't it, only Reyhan knows this number?" mumbled wailing.

Millions of question marks filled Nayla's entire brain.

If so, her gentle feelings were able to suppress Nayla's bad thoughts, not this time.

Nayla is not a stupid girl. He's sensitive. And Nayla knew something that she knew was going on.

"What does all this have to do with Reyhan suddenly returning to Indonesia?

What was the reason Reyhan's return was Nina? Did Reyhan confiscate his cell phone with regard to Nina?"

Uneasily.

Instantly Nayla stood up, walking back and forth agitatedly. A feeling of anxiety and fear attacked Nayla suddenly. "If only it were..." One clear circle dripped back from the girl's eyes. "If so, why, should Nina again?"

The fear that plagues her heart, makes Nayla feel short of breath. Followed by his sight that began to darken.

"Came on..." Call Nayla half-screaming with the rest of her strength. "Ambilin eucalyptus oil please..."

The woman sat back down. With his legs hanging, he put his head in a mattress.

After that, then,

he doesn't know what happens next.

***

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