Reyhan, My husband
The Dramatic Way of Life

The same day in a different place, though,

Reyhan stepped inside the hospital followed by Jeni behind him. The good news from his best friend made him very happy.

"Naura's already aware of Han, she's looking for you. Come quickly here."

His steps accelerated impatiently wanting to hug his little girl. Naura is her smallest foster child at the moment. Plus, Naura was the foster child she met in the most miserable state.

That was why Reyhan felt that Naura was different from the others. The trauma Naura had experienced made Reyhan pay a little more attention to her.

Reyhan is now deliberately inviting Jeni.

Jeni will help him look after Naura when she is busy or suddenly there is business that must go out of the hospital.

Plus, later tonight he had to come to an address that someone had sent to fulfill his promise.

Ceklek..

Reyhan turned the doorknob slowly. He did not want to wake Naura if Naura was sleeping inside.

His right hand stretched out to push the door slowly. While his left hand holds a black bag inside filled with laptops and everything that can be done in the hospital.

While Jeni behind Reyhan brought the food she brought from home. As well as the other hand, carrying a paper bag containing Naura needs during the hospital.

Reyhan stepped in with a heart. Spreading his eyes to a bed with a plain light blue bed sheet.

There was Naura who was lying with her hands grasping a pink teddy bear her favorite. Next to him was Hasan sitting facing Naura and turning his back to the door. Hasan's outstretched hand stroked the top of Naura's head bound by a bandage.

"Of Rey..."

Naura's cry broke when her bead caught the figure she had been waiting for at the door. His hand removed the doll from his embrace as it turned out to stretch the sign that he wanted to be embraced by Reyhan.

Yeah, at a time like this, yeah,

When he felt afraid of a situation, what Naura needed was Reyhan's figure. Just Reyhan.

The embrace of the savior of his life will bring a peaceful atmosphere in the heart of Naura the deepest, as in the past.

Reyhan walked faster and faster towards Naura. As much as possible he held back his tears so as not to fall in front of the Little Girl.

Reyhan hugged Naura tightly.

"Naura is afraid of Om..." His voice rang out in Reyhan's ear. Her tears broke in Reyhan's arms.

" Mom.. Papa..."

Naura called her mom and dad in the middle of her crying, making Reyhan's heart feel slashed with sharp knives that can not be seen.

"Ma. ma..." Naura cried even more so that Reyhan could only rub the little girl's back.

"Pa. pa.hiks.."

"Don't stay with Naura alone, Naura has no one"

The plain black t-shirt Reyhan was wearing was already wet from the holy tears of this innocent little girl. Reyhan felt what Naura felt. The pain that still imprints his heart seems to be opened forcibly to be remembered.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Jeni's tears escaped falling looking at the scene. Jeni herself knows how Naura's past is. Not one bit Jeni felt jealous of her little sister who got affection from Reyhan and Hasan in abundance. Jeni also loves Naura and considers Naura like her own sister.

"Naura has Om Reyhan..." Reyhan replied trying to calm the little girl in his arms. Smoothly rubbing Naura's small back.

"Om Rey's not going anywhere.. Om Rey will be with Naura continues..."

Hiks...

The cry that sounded softly with a choked voice stuck in the oral cavity, but it was very heartbreaking.

Naura this little girl was not the type of child who would harden her crying voice. She would actually hold back her crying voice in earnest even though her tears were falling down profusely though. There will only be sobs of sadness that are clearly painful.

"Naura,.."

Jeni's voice calling Naura made Naura slightly loosen her embrace in Reyhan's body. Those clear eyes glanced at the source of the voice before finally the little lips answered his name.

"Sir Jeni..."

***

Day starts afternoon. It's calmer now. The smile that was slowly etched back into the beautiful face of the little boy made this hospital room more colorful than before.

Reyhan sat on a small sofa that had been provided with Hasan beside him. His eyes focus on the laptop screen that displays images of sheets of white paper with black writing in general. While the fingers of his hands are busy scrambling to push the keypad laptop button below it.

Hasan himself focused on playing the game while occasionally helping Reyhan complete his script.

While in bed with a plain light blue bed sheet and a striped motif blanket with gray and white, there was a little girl who was sound asleep accompanied by Jeni the older sister who sat beside her.

"So how's Han's story, then,?" Hasan asked without turning his eyes to look at the device in his hand.

"He told me to marry his son in exchange for the blood he gave Naura..." Reyhan replied, looking calm and relaxed.

"Haaaah. seriously? how can? Crazy is a person. She thinks marriage is just turning the palm?"

"Looks like he's a nice guy San. a rich guy like him.."

"What's the matter with his son?" Bisik Hasan. Hasan thinks his son may be different from normal children in general.

"Husss. can't suudzon." Reyhan replied calmly.

"Later tonight I was told to go to his house.."

"What?"

Hasan is still inexhaustible about Reyhan's life path which he thinks is so dramatic.

His mouth was open speechless. Just imagine..

A man from a wealthy family willing to risk his life by living off the family armed with a bookstore?

Not to mention the act of nurturing abandoned children by refusing various donations from others and relying only on the results from his bookstore?

Where's ada?

But the impossibility always questioned by Hasan's common sense seemed to be broken by Reyhan's presence beside him.

Not yet there...

Now then? Reyhan instead had to marry someone who was not even known what he looked like just because his return had saved one of his foster children.

Marriage is a sacred bond that must be kept until death, right?

But look, why would Hasan even think desperately? He alone who lived seemed calm as water flowed following where the direction of life took him away..

Hadehh dizzy..!

"Why should I be confused.? I have a God, and I believe good deeds will end well."

Such an answer would surely come from Reyhan's mouth to the question that Hasan was eager to ask.

Very relaxed, are you?

***

Nayla walked into her house. Take a leisurely walk through the family room. There was seen Mama Riana sitting in a long chair with the television on.

"Yes...." Nayla called out to her mother with a lethargic face. Walk and sit next to Riana.

"Why is Ma?"

Ask Riana while grabbing potato chips that are already available on the table.

"Papa?"

Riana wrinkled her forehead. Feeling strange about the princess's question.

"Yes papa... Papa is weird Ma. Easy to get angry, and always tell me to come home if I know Satya again." Nayla breathed.

Riana seemed to be thinking. He himself does not know this problem.

All she knew was that her husband agreed with Nayla and Satya.

"Maybe that's how you feel, Nay,.."

His reply calmed his daughter's grief.

"But Ma, Papa said tonight someone wants to come home and see Nayla.."

"Who?" Riana asked started to be interested in the babble of the princess.

"Nayla doesn't know Ma either. Papa's just saying, tell Nay to come home about her tonight someone wants to see Nayla.. Didn't you tell Mama?"

"No" answered the mother, shaking her head and narrowing her eyes.

"Papa's a freak.." Nayla said by taking a rough breath and dropping her body on the sofa.

It was strange, that was what Riana felt as well. What the hell is going on?

It's not unusual for Zeko to send her daughter home let alone to meet someone.

Who is that guy?