Reyhan, My husband
Foreign Female

Like a spinning wheel, life teaches us about time.

There are times when the cast is at the top, at the peak of well-being. But not infrequently also down, on the bottom of the abyss full of sadness.

But all will pass with time. Sadness, well-being, happiness, anxiety, sorrow, joy, solace and mind, nothing lasts forever.

Just temporarily.

It depends, how the actor strives for his glory.

"Some important office holders in Antara Mulia are ready in the meeting room sir." Said Bima, While sitting next to Reyhan.

"Have my message been delivered?"

"Already sir. I told them it was a private meeting. Although it could affect their company in the future."

Reyhan reviewed his smile. "Thank you, Bim.." The wiping of the upper arm of Bima, as a form of appreciation for the hard work of the man so far.

"Together sir."

"After all this is done, I want to go back to what it used to be." Working hard as an ordinary employee, without interfering with his company's performance. "I will return completely to you."

Yes, that was how it used to be.

Everything about the company, already in the Bima handle as a whole. Without any Reyhan intervention.

Meanwhile, every day Reyhan will work as a regular employee in his own company. While monitoring the comfort in the company.

On the other hand,

Reyhan still wants to focus on taking care of his bookstore, without messing with the problems of the company without him, can be resolved because there is Bima and his men who take care of it.

"Thank you Bim.."

Milky,

Managing Director of GMT Group, which is listed on the company's official documents. Which everyone knows as the sole owner of the giant company.

It is respected by all of its colleagues, who appear in public as the face of GMT Group.

The photo is displayed on every banner that carries the name GMT Group.

Yes, he is..

Bima Sedayu Mahen Hotel,

General Media Tech President Director. Group.

Without people knowing, Bima bears a great responsibility regarding the glory of GMT Group to Reyhan.

Founder, and original owner of the company.

"Together sir." Bima replied politely, shortly after the car stopped in front of the company entrance.

***

I'm goin.

The message that Nayla just typed, already appeared report sent.

Taking an online taxi, Nayla heads to Satya's apartment alone.

Although he was a little afraid, but there was no other way but to go ahead and face him. Moreover, retreat.

All the plans he had laid out last night had been carefully prepared. Wearing clothes that are as simple as possible so that Satya does not suspect herself.

Even with a hairdo made as rough as possible.

The taxi car stopped in front of the entrance gate of the apartment lobby, Nayla came down with a feeling of fear that she could not stop.

A feeling of fear that still enveloped his heart, even though he was confident that he would be fine.

Fear is only temporary, because

in fact,

what he talked about with Reyhan last night put his courage up by almost a hundred percent. Even with a calmness that suddenly re-embraced the fragile soul of Nayla.

Back up, without being asked.

Still memorized by the floor where the apartment was located, Nayla walked quickly without asking. Although his footsteps were heavy, he was forced to not be late.

Thumb he's sticking on the unlock sensor. For a moment the door opened,

the first sight Nayla saw was,

a very messy living room.

"Jeez.." murmured little Nayla.

Bottles of used drinks splattered everywhere. Beans and various snack packs are also lying on the spot.

Not just that, though,

there were also some jackets lying there, and most astonishingly, there was also a small bag that Nayla believed belonged to a woman.

But, there was one that focused Nayla's gaze. That is someone who is sound asleep on the sofa chair, mixed with the old bottles.

"Jo.." call Nayla, who doesn't get any response from that person. Then Nayla approached, her body moved violently to wake her up. "Jooan.."

Joan perturbed. Slowly the man's eyes opened narrowly. Yawning, Joan chided "Who the hell? just disturb people to sleep."

Instantly the man's eyes widened. Joan didn't hear wrong, did she?

Opening his eyes first, his vision was still blurred, perhaps his drunken effect last night was too excessive.

"Nayla?" How could he be here. Joan sat down immediately.

Joan shook her head to expel the dizziness the rest of the night, then she observed again the woman in front of him carefully. "Ninya..."

As if understanding the situation, Joan immediately panicked. Alternately he observes Satya's bedroom door, then he again observes Nayla. "Well, why is Nay here?"

"Where satya? He told me to come here, Jo..."

Huh huh? Is that true?

Joan was not finished thinking,

How could Satya have sent Nayla here while the man was adulterous in his room?

But, why is Nayla here if she is not asked to be with the owner of the apartment?

Oh my God,

"Satya in the room?" Nayla asked at once according to Joan's eyes, who unceasingly looked at Nayla and the room in turn.

Joan just stiffened. The man did not know what to answer.

The answer is yes or no, both kill Satya.

"What are you doing anyway? so messy.!" Nayla protests as she walks towards Satya's bedroom door. Occasionally his feet put away the bottle of drink that blocked the steps of the black woman.

Arriving in front of the room, without further ado Nayla immediately knocked on the door.

First beat, failed. There was no response from inside his room.

Then, Nayla tapped again harder, followed by her lips that reflexively called out the man's name to get a speech. "Satyaa..."

"Who the hell?" The female voice shouted from within, making Nayla's forehead wrinkled curiously.

Nayla turned her head back, finding Joan who had returned to throw a stiff smile full of confusion at Nayla.

Still on the couch of the place.

"Who, Jo?"

Which girl sleeps in Satya's room? Meanwhile, Nayla knows Nina is not the owner of the voice.

Oath, I swear,

Nayla asked like that not out of jealousy and wanting to get angry. He was just curious. Intrigued by Satya's actions that he may have never known.

Nayla was very happy, because the situation was in her favor.

"Jo.. who?"

Joan just opened her mouth to answer, but the door to the room that Nayla had knocked on suddenly opened. Made Nayla look over.

Outlandish.

A foreign woman, whom Nayla did not recognize.

Beautiful, sexy, scantily clad, with a low neck collar, making her big cleavage

it looks so clear.

and with messy hair.

The woman was the same, looking at Nayla from the head and down to the feet, then back up again,

looking at Nayla with a cynical look. One of his eyebrows raised, adding to the impression of dislike with the presence of Nayla increasingly noticeable on his wild face.

"Who, Wanna..?" Satya's raucous voice, which was heard from inside the room.

Seeing the woman in front of him confused to give an answer to Satya's question, Nayla smiled faintly.

Nayla is sure, the woman who knows who this is, is also the same as herself. Not recognizing each other at all.

Perplexed at not recognizing Nayla, Maureen peeks at Joan behind the woman's back,

What made Maureen even more clueless when she saw Joan just put her shoulders together, and raised her hands as if she did not want to interfere.

Not only that, Joan is also seen wearing her jacket, about to leave Satya's apartment.

"You, who?" Ask Satya again, rather loudly.

Because Nayla knows, though,

the woman in front of him was confused, Nayla took the initiative to answer directly Satya's question.

"Nay-la," cried out and slightly stressed each tribe he said.

Made Maureen widen her eyes. Dumbstruck.

Wh who?

So, this is the woman Satya judged?

"I'm Nayla, Satyaa..."