Reyhan, My husband
Said the Party

Afternoon.

With a dim light.

The night is approaching.

A woman walked in with a limp. Pulling his body with a lunglai.

Wear a matcha green hem top that looks shabby. Just as bad as the condition of his face.

Combined with blue sea pencil model jeans.

One step, one step,

Two steps, though,

Three steps, three steps,

And the next step.

Every step he took, every single one of those transparent nails seemed to stick in the soles of his feet.

Bemoan. And painful.

It was like he lost his purpose. Mumptuous aura.

Anyone who sees, will definitely judge the woman is in a terrible condition.

And damn, that's right.

Nayla is in terrible shape. Not only looks and looks are awful.

Even his mental, inner and heart as well. Equally sad.

Nayla gontai's footsteps. If only she could not remember her purpose,

she must have run to Reyhan, ask for protection and hide under the armpits of the man who is officially her husband.

Nayla really wants to, though,

Approaching Reyhan, hugging him tightly, crying in the man's arms and spilling all his fears without exception.

But Nayla held him down.

He felt he had to finish it alone.

Just as she gained public internet access at the airport, the woman immediately sent a message to Satya to have the man wait for her arrival.

The black woman had a few minutes to open her social media page. And he almost collapsed as his eyes read the scandalous news of him.

Brought the name Deka Group and Hotel Nuansa.

Oh, my God, what is this?

His eyes widened. With her heart on the verge of being dislodged, Nayla read word for word that was poured in the news.

Every word Nayla reads robs her of all the oxygen coming through her nose. Thus, the lungs that are supposed to receive oxygen suddenly lose their supply.

Nayla. The woman's breath tightened in an instant, causing the cramps to re-nest her stomach.

He almost fainted at the airport, if only there was not a woman to help him, by offering him a bottle of mineral water.

Now his mind is fucked.

Down the hallway that led him through room after room, room after room, and door after door,

Nayla felt it was almost too late.

His heart rate seems to stop.

His tired body, with a broken heart. Complete is the problem.

His mind wandered far away.

Thinking about the condition of papa, the condition of his family, and the condition of Deka Group, the pride of the father after the news appeared. Is it okay?

Is there still a chance to save.?

"Why don't I know at all?"

Then, the woman with black and large eyes was reminded of the husband.

Her tears flowed back non-stop, as she began to attribute Reyhan's desperate attitude to ban Nayla from accessing social media and anything digital online.

Apparently,

it's all behind it. Is this the real reason for Reyhan?

In that instant, he understood.

Reyhan is a good husband. He keeps his feelings in an unexpected way. "Hiks, sorry Rey."

Regret comes at the end. Nayla is really sorry why she had to obey Satya and come to Nuansa hotel?

And, why also could he not control the desire that so suddenly made him restless?

Why so careless?

His footsteps stopped in front of a door. Nayla stood there long enough.

Close his eyes tightly.

Enjoying the painful feeling that hit something in his chest.

Few minutes.

After her crying subsided, Nayla pressed a card until the door lock opened automatically.

And without waiting any longer, he entered into it with lips that were unceasingly apologizing to Reyhan, the husband.

***

Minimalist apartment that is quite luxurious his Satya has become a small bar.

Colorful lights ala discotheque also had he installed on top. Adding to the impression of many people combined with DJ music. Echoing every corner of his apartment.

Oh yeah, it is,

considering tonight, he'll throw a victory-welcoming party.

Feast of.

That's how the guy called it.

His lips were endlessly laughing cheerfully. The humming follows the rhythm of the bar-bar music.

Satya is crazy in the madness that she makes herself.

The demon side that had been following him all along, all appeared this night. Pressing the side of the angel that was still left a little in his heart.

One can of that illicit drink, he opened it.

While gulping down, he squinted his body that was standing on the sofa.

Oath to the sun goddess,

He's happy not to play.

All that was clear, happened because Nayla had sent a message to Satya to wait for his arrival.

Nayla reported that she was on her way. That means, in a moment, Nayla will be hers again.

Ignoring the sadness of his female idol, Satya grinned widely, saying softly. "I'm waiting for you here, Nayla."

Satya forgot, though,

that loving is right. Loving is good.

Being, forcing loved back is bad. Tying her love with a hot chain so as not to walk away is tantamount to hurting herself slowly. To lead him to destruction.

The ringing of the cell phone stopped his madness for a moment. He frowned with his brows furrowed as he read a name on his phone screen.

Immediately, he shifted the green button pasting the phone in his ear.

"Yes, uncle.?"

"Uncle is on the way to your hometown." as soon as the man across the street starts his sentence.

"Where's the uncle going?" Satya asked confusedly with a frown in astonishment.

"Well, you weren't told, were you?"

"What?" Increasingly surprised. "Tell me what?"

Helaan breath, Satya heard from his cell phone. "So gini, the GMT leader invited uncle and several important office commissions, to meet there"

"What is uncle?" Satya was astonished.

"Don't you say yourself, a few days ago already filed for cooperation with GMT? So naturally dong, that means your cooperation contract is accepted."

Isn't it like that?

Satya scratched her own mind. He felt something was awkward. Indeed since when to receive a cooperation contract should invite all the important people in his company?

"Didn't uncle feel any awkwardness?"

Laughter echoed from behind his phone. And it was certain that right now, his uncle was laughing mocking him. "Basar bum kencur. hahaha"

Shit, damn it !

"Each company has a different procedure Satya. Especially a big company like that." The uncle took his breath, before continuing his sentence. "Yesterday, uncle was also a little surprised. But, on second thought it seemed like everything was safe. Because there are indeed some companies that have such procedures."

"But uncle?"

"That's it, as long as you don't make trouble with the company, I think it's all safe, son."

"Just so." Satya disconnects throw away her sense of magic. "Uncle be careful. Sorry tomorrow Satya can't see uncle. There's important business."

For years his company had always been safe in the hands of his uncle, so how could he now doubt his uncle's abilities?

That's how Satya thinks. He even had to learn more from his papa's surrogate man, so on what basis did Satya doubt him now.?

"It's okay. It's late Satya's rest. And finish your education. So that you can manage your own business built by your father. Uncle is hoping for you."

"Yes uncle, I'm doing this"

"And remember, don't carelessly play around or make trouble with people. Before you know who your opponent is"

Cell phone connection turned off.

With the condition of the apartment that is still the same as before, Satya again sipped the illicit drink until it ran out unceremoniously.

His mind wandered far away. Confidence and doubt lodged there over what the uncle had just said.

Is it really just for collaborative reasons? Or, is there something else?

Until, her door alarm goes off,

Someone has opened the key. Until the door opens, the man standing there makes Satya forget what she just thought.

The man laughed loudly. Welcoming with enthusiasm and...

"Hi, welcome."

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