Reyhan, My husband
Unique House

Thin pink lips curved upwards perfectly, shortly after reading the incoming message notification from the friend.

Saris, sari,

yang says he will come to Nayla's house with a longing excuse. Yes, the jolly girl said that she missed Nayla.

A classic reason that is able to keep the bond of friendship between them warm. It feels touching even if you haven't seen each other for a long time.

"Mother, mother..."

The sudden call from Naura, made Nayla jump in shock with a tiny voice that sought her attention. Spreading his daydreams at the flash of a collage he himself assembled in his head about the story of the friendship of the three of them. And after his lentic finger typed a message to Sari containing the home address of the husband, then the woman immediately responded to the absurd behavior of the little boy beside her.

"What dear?" The mobile phone on the nightstand, the phone that made the black woman ignore her little fairy.

"This is it, Mother .." Naura exclaimed, showing the picture of the tree that the little one had finished staining green on its leaves.

The little girl who became his solace. The repellent was quiet for these few days. "Not good, bun?"

Yes, Naura who accompanied him for days had a complete rest in the room. Naura who broke the silence into melodies.

For days Nayla felt locked up by her husband, so the woman was forced to postpone her studies for the next semester.

The decision is difficult indeed, considering that soon Nayla should have completed that education.

But circumstances forced the woman to delay.

Not just that, though,

other activities that Nayla and her two best friends have done together must also be fully handed over to Sari for the time being, considering that Nina who also can not bear the responsibility.

Honestly, it's tough for Nayla. The girl must be willing to ignore the most pleasant activities she used to do, just to maintain her body condition. Keep the baby that began to grow in his womb.

It's just that, with considerable consideration with the husband, Nayla finally according.

Although actually,

Nayla is very tired of being at home without going anywhere, especially eighty percent of her activities are only done in the room.

Uninspiring.

Relax Nayla. It's only temporary.

That's how Nayla calms herself down.

Fortunately, it is,

A few more days, though,

the sweet little girl will take part in a coloring competition at her school. So, uh,

with great enthusiasm in training, Naura always asked Nayla to teach her. So Nayla doesn't have to feel very lonely.

"Try here look..." Nayla's response was quick, trying to ask for Naura's work.

He handed over an A4-sized paper containing images of Naura's own scenes, with some parts that Naura had colored to Nayla with her tiny hands.

"Not good, brother?"

The sudden question made Nayla turn her head, then smile amusedly as she glanced at the boy.

Ah Naura's,

briefly calling Mother, briefly changed again to become a sister. "It's good, baby... Now color the tree part, huh? Try, what color does the tree give you?"

The little guy did not answer immediately.

Instead, her tiny hands moved nimblely choosing a splattered colored pencil. He chose dark brown in his right hand and black in his left.

His cleverness blends colors create degradation in each of his works, making Naura often included in coloring competitions at his school.

The little boy came home with the victory and the cup in his hand. Looky, looky,

even in the guest room, Reyhan deliberately bought a special glass cupboard to display the trophies achieved by his foster children. Including the Naura Cup.

Nayla admitted, the Kindergarten girl has a talent for painting that has begun to look from an early age. Not only was she good at coloring, the little girl was highly trained in drawing.

Talent to be developed early on.

Until, the sound of knocking on the door of the room disperse his daydream on the future of Naura, as a great painter.

"Yes Mother..." Answer Nayla.

Nana opened the door, and the woman said. "There's a guest, ' he said, 'Mbak Nayla."

"Oh yeah, that's my theme. Let me get down.." Nayla. Then, the woman with black eyes turned towards Naura. "Naura, draw it move down yeah baby. Let's be accompanied by Nana's mother."

"Yes mother.."

Aided by Ms. Nana, Nayla went down the stairs carefully. And until he was in the living room where Sari was waiting.

"Sari..."

"Nay.o Lord.." Sari approached Nayla, then hugged her tightly. "Kange. Haven't seen you in a long time."

Taking off the hug, the two friendly women sat next to each other. "Well, I can't go anywhere with Reyhan. Good thing you're here..."

"Where is your condition? My niece-to-be is healthy, isn't Nay..?"

"Healthy Aunt..." Nayla smiled at Sari, who then returned a smile also by her. The two sat next to each other on the longest sofa.

"Here, your husband's house Nay?" Sari asked, with a strange frowning facial expression, who was avenged by a nod of the head by Nayla.

Sure, who doesn't feel foreign to Reyhan's house? Just entering one step, everyone who does not understand who Reyhan must immediately feel unfamiliar with the model of his house. And Nayla understands that.

The condition of the existence of rooms in the living room, right next to the entrance makes a house this big look unusual from the houses in general.

"Why?"

Smirking, then Sari answered clumsy. "Hehe, unique Nay."

"Yes, just like Reyhan's unique." Nayla is relaxed. "By the way, why would Sar bring a laptop?"

Switching topics.

"Oh this..." Open the laptop, and go straight to the point. "I'm confused, this month donations for halfway houses soared up Nay. All their needs have been met. All permits are also in order. And all medical rights are also safely under control."

"Then, what's the problem?"

"This rest. want to be accompanied? there are still many lo. Almost twice as much as last month. Dizziness to know this by yourself." His complaints while whining. "Usually, you also set this up, I just give you input. What now?"

"Don't complain dong...." Entertain Nayla. "I promise this is only a while. Here, I help you."

It only takes a few minutes, all the data is in Nayla's hands. "Now, fifty percent of the remaining money we go into the fund is shocked. Twenty-five percent, let's talk to the nurse about whether there is any medical equipment that needs to be added? And twenty-five percent again, we complete our daily needs. Let them be more comfortable."

Sari gawking amazement. Why does he not have such thoughts? "But Nay, isn't this papa?"

"Yes no papa, the important donation money for them. We do not use even one dollar for our personal needs. And don't forget, we have the data and the evidence. We'll be accountable."

"Tomorrow I'll go there. Try consulting Ibuk."

Suddenly Nayla remembered. "I'm kangen with my mother. I haven't been there for a long time."

In the end, two women spent time watching horror movies. They also shared many stories.

One by one Reyhan's foster children who came home from school made Sari wonder. And because of that, Nayla finally told Sari, who Reyhan really is, even with the reason why Reyhan's house is not like the house in general.