Reyhan, My husband

Reyhan, My husband
Significant Comparison


Today is a holiday.


Nayla was straightening her legs with her head leaning against the edge of the sofa in the family room with some of her children when suddenly her phone rang.


Before receiving the call, Nayla had a glance at Naura who shared a fruit salad peacefully with Afif. And also Chanda who seriously read a story of a child from a book that Reyhan just bought yesterday afternoon.


Sari called....


Drought the second phone made him stunned, then Nayla immediately raised her phone.


"Hello Sar..."


"I'm on my way to Nina's. He fell off. And now it's in the hospital in his area."


"A-pa?" Astounded. The news that Nayla didn't want to hear. His concern for Nina who chose to live alone in a separate city eventually occurred as well. "Nina slipped?"


"I just want to give you news. Next, don't think too much. Think about your condition too."


For a moment Nayla just quietly adjusted her breathing.


Don't think too much about Sari. But where can? The three of them had promised to give any news without exception. Good or bad news though. No secrets.


But, it is not news like this that Nayla wants to hear in the midst of waiting for the birth of a child in the womb Nina.


"But Nina and her baby, are you okay?"


"Let me call again."


Sari hung up her phone unilaterally, leaving Nayla in a feeling of anxiety that ran through every nerve of her body.


Nayla silently stared with a deathly pale face as she endured the anxiety. Sweat filled his forehead as well. Nayla could not help but feel worried about attacking.


Nina's there alone. Stay away from people he knows


A pretty significant comparison.


Suddenly Nayla's mind split.


Between imagining the saddest thing that could happen and disrupting the safety of Nina and her baby, or trying to get rid of all bad thoughts and replace them with good thoughts.


Although the second option has a fairly high level of difficulty.


Oh, poor Nina.


Unknowingly so anxious, Nayla closed her eyes tightly and shook her head trying to ward off bad thoughts. While saying in his heart. Don't let anything bad happen to Nina and her baby. Oh, my God, protect them.


Making mbak Nana, who happened to pass by in the room was also worried when he accidentally saw the anxious look on Nayla's face. "Mr Nay, don't you, right?" The woman approached Nayla. Shoveling shoulders.


"Mother... why?" Naura put her spoon, she made a sound after turning her head when she heard Nana's question for Nayla.


Instantly Nayla opened her eyes as Naura also swarmed with Afif. Slowly he set his breath so that his feelings returned to calm. "Mr Nana, could you please get me some water?"


The woman nodded, without waiting for more time immediately fetching water for Nayla.


"Sister," Afif called. Nayla knew that the girl was also worried about her. "Nobody's healthy, right?"


"Papa dear. ayoo spent his food." Nayla's thin smile forcibly rose on her lips to ease the tension between her children. The reflex movement made Nayla's hand rub the heads of two beautiful boys in turn.


Ah, how happy Nayla is to be surrounded by children who love her so much.


It is very inversely related to Nina. Honestly, Nayla felt sad considering all the things that happened to Nina.


Until Nana came to bring drinking water for Nayla.


"No papa mbak. Nayla's fine." Nodding his head. Nayla answered the look in Nana's eyes that seemed so worried about her condition. How not, Nayla herself is still in recovery time to strengthen her content.


Pregnant women in the first trimester should not be too tired. Nayla has to rest completely, both her body and her mind.


But Nina?


Nayla couldn't stop thinking about Nina.


The friendship between the three of them was already very strong. Nayla had even considered Sari and Nina like her own siblings.


So the bad things that happened to them certainly made Nayla too worried.


"Do you have to ask Reyhan to come home?" Tanya Nana is still worried.


"Not to mbak. Let me call Reyhan myself." Shaking her head, Nayla regained her mobile phone intending to contact her husband.


However, the call was not yet connected, the main door of the house was open. Footsteps were heard approaching, until Nayla turned to the source of the sound


Featuring Reyhan's figure with his charmed smile, alongside the middle-aged beautiful woman, the,


"It just so happened that Reyhan came home." Ma'am Nana stood up, "Mbak Nayla suddenly pale mas."


Before Nana came to her senses, someone else came with Reyhan.


"Well there's a guest, let's aunt. Oh, my God, sorry that wasn't"


"Aunty..." Justifying his sitting position. Nayla grabs Satya's hand to kiss her immediately, a sign that she still appreciates her.


Nayla is confused. How could Satya's mother come to her house, with Reyhan? But, Nayla refrained from discussing it now, instead


Nayla will definitely ask Reyhan directly. Yes, maybe later.


"Don't move much, dear, Auntie understands your condition..." Swiping Nayla's arm. Then Satya's mother followed Mbak Nana who invited him to sit in the chair.


"Aren't you papa Nay?" Reyhan asked worriedly while helping Nayla to come sit on the sofa. "Some one's sick."


Boost. "I'm doing fine. Oh yes Rey


sari just called me. He said...." Nayla paused a little, before glancing at her mother Satya. "Nina slipped, and is now in the hospital. I'm worried about him."


His words are so soft.


"Seriously?"


"Yes..." While nodding his head. "I'm worried about him Rey ."


"Let's talk about it again.."


The exact same with Mbak Nana who came carrying a tray containing two glasses of warm tea and a cup of coffee. Presenting it to guests.


"Naura, Afif here. Salim was grandma."


Without waiting for the second command, the little boy immediately complied. And after that, they whispered to Nayla to play in the back yard join the other kids. "Be careful."


"Yes mother." nodding, Naura and Afif went to the back.


"It's funny how they are.." Satya's mother muttered softly. "If only Nina was here now. She'll be giving birth to my granddaughter soon."


"Auntie.." Grasping Satya's hands.


"It's okay Nay. It was Satya's fault." Satya's mother throws her smile at Nayla, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Gather calm to beg for forgiveness on behalf of Satya.


"Nay, auntie knows, Satya's got a lot wrong with Nayla. Therefor. Aunt please, forgive Satya. Forgive aunt's son"


"Satya has told everything to Auntie, including the incident at the Nuansa hotel. Aunty apologizes on behalf of Satya yes son." One clear grain escaped wetting her wrinkled skin, making Nayla feel less teha


"Nayla has forgiven Satya aunty" Nayla said sincerely.


"Tante knows it, though,


you are a good woman, baby. Your heart is wide full of forgiveness. Auntie loves you so much, even though you and Satya are no longer together."


Reyhan who was next to Nayla smiled. His heart justifies what Satya's mother said.


Nayla is a good girl. Reyhan is very proud to have Nayla by his side.


I don't feel like time goes by so fast. The sun was almost drowned. Back to the place of the dispute.


Satya's mother came home a few minutes ago.


"Why hasn't Sari contacted me yet?" Nayla muttered in her room.


The bathroom door is open. Reyhan came out with a towel winding that covered only a small part of his body.


The smell of soap burst from Reyhan's body, smelled by Nayla who was instantly able to make the woman feel calmer.


"You're still worried about Nina?"


Instead of immediately picking up a shirt, Reyhan instead approached Nayla. Sit beside Nayla.


"I want to go there..." With pleading eyes, Nayla continued her sentence. "Rey... Can you take me there?"


"No." Reyhan replied firmly. "Your own condition is still very weak. It takes a lot of rest."


Nayla clasped her husband's hand tightly. His gaze begged, "How can I rest in peace here, while my mind can't stop worrying about Nina." He closed his face to Reyhan, who was sitting next to him. Then kissed the lips of the husband. Afterwards Nayla commented on the sweetest smile.


"Yes?"


And blinked one of his eyes flirtatiously.