Reyhan, My husband
Foreign Number

Beliefs.

Trust is like an eraser. He will shrink along with the frequent mistakes that are accidentally made.

Whereas in a relationship, trust is a strong foundation so that the relationship is able to stand firmly and firmly.

However, the trust between Nayla and Reyhan is being tested.

Reyhan's car stopped in front of a cafe near his campus first.

Feels foreign.

It's been a long time, he hasn't set foot in this area.

He stepped in, walked to the table where there were already two people waiting for him.

"Where's lo's wife.?" Rangga asked, while looking at Reyhan who approached him alone.

Reyhan only snorted, he reluctantly replied. Then he pulled a chair next to Rangga for him to sit on.

Spontaneously, the cafe waitress came. Hand over the menu book and Reyhan immediately ordered it. "Cappuccino latte, just one."

He was nodding at the head by the servant, before the servant left.

"Sorry, trouble you.." Open the chat, to get straight to the point. "So, have you met the guy?"

Tony sipped his coffee first. "Gue made a deal with him, fifteen minutes to go."

So when Andree hacked into the personal data of one of the companies at the GMT office a few days ago, Reyhan asked the man for help tracking down the whereabouts of a foreign number. The number that had deliberately sent messages to Nayla in the form of photos of Reyhan and Nina.

That foreign number, Reyhan wants to know who it is. Because according to Andree's work, the owner is often on the campus where Reyhan studied first.

"Somehow, what's the problem with people?" Rangga. In the past, it was rare for him, to see Reyhan who would respond to things outside his work and college. "Tumben so curious it's the same foreign number."

"He'eh." Tony confirmed. "Lo said he already has a wife, still want to find a distraction? She's a girl, bro, her name is Sasa."

"Find your nutmeg interlude." Sighing bitterly, Reyhan also sipped the cappucino latte that he had just received. "So you know the guy?"

"Not yet." Answering quickly, Tony stuffed a piece of siomay into his mouth. "If you already know, I don't want to bother coming here just to pretend to date the girl.."

Tony's words, suddenly make Rangga tickle. "Away, elo Ton, elo,

say it, I mean, if you already know the person, and it turns out beautiful. So you ngajak nge-date it really. not pretend. Didn't they? Sok sok an lo.."

Reyhan chuckled a little. Both Tony and Rangga know each other. And because what Rangga said was the truth, so Tony preferred to be silent as if he didn't care.

The conversation stopped, as Tony's phone rang. Before lifting him up, Tony looked at Reyhan and Rangga in turn. "He's nelfon. Both of you, shut up"

According to the orders, neither Reyhan nor Rangga spoke at all. Until that phone call, Tony closed it back. "She's in front, I told her to come in and sit in that part of the table.We'll see who the girl really is."

Seconds by seconds passed, even minutes since Tony closed his phone connection had changed.

The expected ones come too.

A female.

The woman who was no stranger to the three of them, was walking towards the table that Tony called. The woman, sitting down and pulling out her phone. The next few seconds, Tony's phone rang again.

Wait daftar. I'm still in the toilet as soon as Tony answers.

"Yes Robbi.. Is there a problem with girls?" So shocked, Rangga forgot how to curse.

Reyhan was still observing the woman. It did not cross his mind that the girl would act this far. Wh-wh-what for?

Why did he send the pictures to Nayla? With a foreign mobile number?

"So, how do you want Rey? I'm meeting, or you met him yourself?" Tony gave me a choice. "Or, you just want to know. If you just want to know, yaudah yok we pull out of here"

"No" replied Reyhan sipping his coffee. "Gue's going to go there, meet him."

In the next instant, Reyhan took out his wallet. Take a few pieces of money and he puts them on the table. "Well, I'll pay for my coffee, you both have. Again, thanks"

Tony and Rangga nodded. Let Reyhan go and don't want to know any more of the business Reyhan wants done.

The two men, cool with their cell phones.

In a place not far away, Reyhan walked with confident steps. Meet that woman.

"I..." Pulling one seat in front of Alma, Reyhan sat down casually. "How are you?"

Astounded.

Alma was just silently silent, with a tense face that pecked expressionlessly. His mouth was gaping, for a few seconds, before his left hand reflexively moved to cover his own mouth.

Alma did not expect that the one who met her a few days ago was Reyhan.

It didn't cross that woman at all.

"Mas Rey, huh,? how, what's here?" Nervous. Heart's worried. The uneasy feeling he was covering up was unable to Alma neatly hide.

That girl, you know where her mistake lies.

Alma understood, with what purpose and purpose, Reyhan was in front of him at this time.

Reyhan replied, Alma stood up. Picked up his bag and just left Reyhan.

"Al, wait...." Choosing to pursue so that the problem is soon finished, Reyhan also stood up and followed Alma's footsteps. "Al, I have something to talk to you about.."

The woman did not respond. Alma actually stepped foot faster towards his car that he lived in the campus parking lot.

Alma just wants to go. Escape from Reyhan.

"I.."

Stupid. stupid.

Why be careless anyway. Why did I forget that the number was just to send a message to Nayla.! inner Alma.

"l.. Alma."

Alma's footsteps came to a halt, as her arm was held back by Reyhan. God damnit.!

"Al, wait. I want to talk."

Alma is silent. His heart was full of anxiety. But, before he turns around and confronts Reyhan, Alma must hide the visible uneasiness from the look on her face.

"What did you say?" He said ferociously when finally, Alma gave up. "You want to be angry with me? Please.."

Reyhan.

The man Alma was after. The man Alma missed.

All at once, the man he hated.

The woman's breath is hunting. Alma wanted to cry loudly for fear Reyhan was angry. But as hard as he could, he held it.

"We talked in the park behind the campus just Al, let's be comfortable." Reyhan withdrew Alma's hand, and fortunately the girl was willing to comply.

Neither Alma nor Reyhan, there was no sound during the walk. Reyhan is trying to regulate his emotions, and Alma is trying to master his fear.

Both were in the park behind the campus.

Both of them sat on one of the benches at the park.

"I..." Call Reyhan start his speech.

Alma looked over, her eyes were already welled up. One blink, he must have cried. "You're bad to know you don't. hiks.."

Why am I the bad one?

"Why did you secretly marry Nay? I'm the one who's been chasing you for a long time.."

"Al. don't repeat ya." rubbed the upper right arm of the girl who was looking down in front of him while crying. "Don't repeat"

"Why didn't Rey see me just a little? what is less than me? I love you"

At first, Alma was crying for fear that Reyhan was angry. But this time she cried because she felt guilty. Alma thought, Reyhan would get angry.

"Because I, I already think of you like my brother Al, nothing more." Slowly Reyhan explained. "I just love my wife, Nayla. You know, feelings can't be forced?"

"At least, you tried.."

"Sorry," Reyhan said sincerely. "I really can't Al. Moreover, now that I'm married,"

Alma's voice sounded more and more bitter. Reyhan understood how sad the woman felt. "Can't it be Al? Please don't repeat, will you?

Besides making me and Nayla misunderstand, it also affects your brother's friendship?"

"Why should Nayla? is it because her boyfriend sister Nayla is married to my sister, and then sister Nay takes revenge by approaching you?"

Reyhan only shook his head, in response to Alma's question. The man refused to explain further.

"But, is Reyhan happy?" Ask the girl again.

"Yes" Reyhan nodded. A faint smile was engraved on his face. "I'm happy, because I love him Al.."

Although with tears still dripping, Alma tried to remove the line with her own hands. A bitter smile he displayed on his face while staring at Reyhan. "That means, my feelings have to stop here."

The girl took a tissue from her bag. Remnants of tears on his cheeks, he wiped it dry. And then her bitter smile changed, into a sweet smile that looked very sincere.

"Sorry, sorry for disturbing your home. Now Alma knows love cannot be forced. Alma sincerely lost Reyhan mas, although Alma has not had time to have you mas.

Alma please, Reyhan mas happy, please,

Alma hope, Brother Nay can make Reyhan happy."

"Thank you Al, you'd understand."

Both of them, out of the park. Alma left in his car, with Reyhan walking out of the campus area to the cafe where he was originally.

Yeah, that's how Reyhan is.

He always tried to solve problems with a cold head. No anger, no clashing, and no violence.

If you say patient, Reyhan is too impatient.