Reyhan, My husband
Pilu Story

There are so many stories I want to paint today

There are a lot of stories I want to tell today

The day I miss so much

By the atmosphere that feels like a factamorgana

Happy but deceptive atmosphere

Please hold my tears

Please make a smile on my face

But this sad story, it's still sad !

- yunitiva

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There are many sad stories that he actually hides. Only, some of them were pure already finished up to the roots.

Different from this sad story.

Which always haunts her wedding. The faithful threaten her life with Reyhan.

His calmness seemed to be taken away.

His comfort was taken.

Satya seemed to attract all her happiness. The man was the same as sprinkling salt on a wound that was still gaping.

Painful.

When all happiness is not what it looks like in the eyes.

His left hand pulled the suitcase. Standing by the side of the road, Nayla waved her right hand stopping the taxi.

A courtesy in this country,

the driver got out, helped Nayla put her luggage in the trunk.

Nayla immediately sat in the passenger seat. When the driver reentered, Nayla gave him a piece of paper containing the place he was going.

Of course, the paper reads Hong Kong International Airport (HKIA), Chek Lap Kok.

No. Nayla can't say it, though,

a few weeks here makes Nayla understand, the condition of their ears is different from our ears.

Sometimes what we say is not understood by them. Although, our speech is correct according to the existing spelling.

Nayla doesn't want to make things difficult for herself. He has to get to Indonesia and meet Satya, no matter what.

Before the video, it's Reyhan's hand.

Nayla will try to destroy it.

Not felt, the tears of the woman just flowed back. His smooth cheeks, suddenly became a river that had a torrent.

Reyhan was not allowed to see the video, even though he knew of its existence.

Nayla's all set up last night.

In fact, the woman had memorized some cantonese vocabulary to facilitate her journey today.

But all that he did was cry.

"Faity, aren't you a, asuk? (Quickly a little, can't uncle?)" As soon as he asked politely with the voice of his people.

"Ho a, leng loi.. (None)"

And, the iron horse that Nayla was riding on, immediately drove fast. Crossing the road smooth concrete country.

His gaze stared blankly at all the buildings that seemed to be running against him.

Hong Kong is a beautiful country. Its advanced construction can be proven by the many towering buildings that are in every corner.

Unfortunately,

that beautiful sight Nayla ignored. Right now, his eyes are sad. Losing the ability to see beauty.

There is only longing to be held back.

Grief, and tears ready to blend with grief and solace.

The taxi stopped where it was supposed to be,

after paying using the card, Nayla got off. Back to pull the suitcase in.

Perform a digital ticket test so that the officer there gives a physical ticket to Nayla.

After getting what she wanted, Nayla was directed into the waiting room.

Airplane tickets, passports and tourist visas are in his small bag.

Nayla.

The roof building is still the same as when he first set foot here with Reyhan.

And without being commanded, his eyes warmed up again. Spewing out a clear circle that he had been holding since.

"Reyhan, I miss" he said softly in a hoarse voice. Again his heart hurt. His mind was muddled, until guilt re-nested.

Nayla knew there was no other way but to meet Satya himself. Two years into a relationship with the man, Nayla gets to know Satya more deeply.

The man is full of ambition. What he wants he has to get. Whatever way.

Nayla was also conscious.

For a long time, all Satya wanted was Nayla. So other than Nayla herself handling, this matter will not stop.

Satya will not stop until Nayla herself comes to him.

"I'm sorry, Reyhan."

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Ever since he hung up his phone call with Nayla, the rush has taken Reyhan time and attention. Along with that, suddenly the sky was overcast.

Just like his feelings at the moment.

Necklaces enveloped, discomfort also suddenly accompanied.

Reyhan himself did not know what he was worried about.

So now, as much as possible he chose calm. Suppress discomfort so as not to disturb his busyness.

His phone did not stop receiving incoming messages and calls that came alternately from office work. Plus, some reports from Andree are quite frequent to the point of draining his power.

As of this moment, he had just closed the phone call from Bima, again his phone rang.

Reyhan was still hearing it. Even so, he still saw it, until Mama Riana's name on the screen made Reyhan immediately shift the green button and lift it.

"Yes Ma..."

"Reyhan, are you busy. Mama can I ask for help?"

"A little ma." Reyhan looked at the pile of files he had just checked. And the laptop is still on, showing that he is very busy. Not a little busy.

"Seek what, ma? Reyhan try."

"Papa can go home. But, Mr. Damar is having other business. Can we come to the hospital later this afternoon?"

"Good ma. Later in the afternoon Reyhan pick up mama." Without a second thought and pleasantries, the man accepted it.

Family remains primary.

"Thank you, son."

Connection disconnected. Reyhan sighed tiredly.

Actually, it could have been Reyhan asking someone else to pick up Riana given her busy life today. Or Reyhan can also order a taxi online. But, uh,

That man is not.

There was no way he would let his mother-in-law go home alone with the recently recovered papa.

What if something happens?

So now all he does is,

focus back on the pile of files on the desk. Correct one by one carefully. So that the slightest mistake does not occur.

So that the time he had to pick up the in-laws was faster than his predictions.

Moreover,

everything Reyhan does concerns his family. And the Deka Group company that was just taken over by him.

Reyhan did not want to take the slightest misstep.

His job this time, is the same as building a newly pioneered company.

"Work, while remembering the old days when first pioneering the company."

Tok to tok.

The sound of knocking made Reyhan turn his head.

As expected, Bima barged in and closed the door again.

The man handed over all the files in his hands to Reyhan. "All is ready sir."

"Good Bim," Reyhan smiled in relief. "Then invite all the boards of the commission who have a large stake in Antara Mulia."

"good. Reyhan sir wants to arrange a meeting at what time?"

"Seven mornings. Whatever happens, they should've gotten here."

Reyhan said.

"Good sir. Excuse me."

Along with Bima's steps, Reyhan smiled sweetly.

The man had imagined that he would soon pick up his wife. Reyhan was already convinced, what he would do this time would stop Satya's game.

Satya plays her family, and that's what Reyhan will do.

Even in a different way.

"Wait for me, Nayla."

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Oh yes gangs, please give me this info. Novel Forced to get married has been revised.

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