Reyhan, My husband
All things Awesome

The weather is so sunny. But the hot sun cannot beat the cool air flow in the countryside.

Nayla is like a rainbow.

Gives color to all the patients of the halfway house. Like the light so missed. It's no different than a lonely cure.

Who does not know Nayla there, if in the past Nayla also often intervened himself to care for and serve those who were old age, who were already old, so of course now the name Nayla has been engraved in the hearts of many old men.

The health and happiness that Nayla feels today is a tangible result of the prayers of many humans that Nayla has guaranteed her old age.

The abundance of blessings and hope many Nayla heard.

"Your husband is very handsome" Praised one of the elderly there, who made the handsome man beside Nayla nod, quite embarrassed. "Suit the same beautiful Nayla."

"May your family be happy, complete with a baby soon to be born."

"Grandmother's granddaughter is coming out soon.. May the mother and baby be healthy." While stroking Nayla's stomach.

"Well, good luck with the delivery." While stroking Nayla's hair.

"Large body your content nduk, grandmother pray from here hopefully smooth process."

"Don't forget, take care of your grandmother's health and well-directed grandchildren."...

And many more prayers from those Nayla heard. Like a happy song.

Even with the condition of two bodies Nayla took the time to greet many elderly who missed him. Of course accompanied by her beloved husband, Reyhan Atmaja.

All the happy things Reyhan saw for himself today added to his admiration for Nayla.

His beautiful, charming wife, Nayla who always tries to be a better person, and Nayla who although sometimes annoying, is easily influenced.

Reyhan loved her so much. All the things that Nayla has.

More, lacka...

"I love you Nay." whispered that only Nayla's own ears could catch.

"Nduk, ayoo eat first. Bring husband. I've cooked a lot especially for your arrival." Bu Asih approached Nayla. Then invite her to eat together.

"Yes mom.." The Asih bu call stopped Nayla's activities helping Sister Emma in one of the elderly sleeping rooms.

"Emma, I'm staying first"

"Yes, sister. let Emma continue the same temen temen. Thanks, brother, for your help."

"Look down Emma.."

While talking, Nayla enjoyed her meal slowly.

Gathered with Asih's mother, Sari, Reyhan, Nayla and several others.

They enjoy eating by sitting on a mat in the title. Add a typical soothing rustic atmosphere.

So many, the dishes presented are almost similar to the dishes of pilgrimage in the countryside.

Various menus with spices typical in the village are ready. There is also rendang, Nayla's favorite dish.

He said, as a sign of recognition for Nayla's husband, and also as a welcome for Nayla who has not visited the place for so long.

If bu Asih knew what was experienced by Nayla all this time, surely bu Asih will hug Nayla tightly while crying and worrying about her.

"Indeed, for Nayla and Reyhan. You have been here a long time... So I cook a lot.

Let everyone eat..."

"For Sari there is no buu?" Timpal Sari who feels alienated. While pura merajuk. "Tok all for Naylaa." Protest again

"Yes dong, this is for Sari too. Ayoo eats a lot of nduk. Come home from here don't starve ya"

"I like mother-made rendang best.it feels mantaap hihi" Praise Nayla to Asih Mother when one mouthful of rendang goes into her mouth.

"I've heard your compliment... Then later home mommy bawain by rendang aja how?"

"Can mom?"

"Of course." Bu Asih's reply made Nayla so happy. Haru burst into the heart of the black-eyed woman. "Take it also for your husband Nay.."

Nayla turned to her husband who was sitting right next to her while putting rendang on Reyhan's plate. "Nihh, try Mas rendang made by Mom, surely you like."

Reyhan immediately tasted it. And sure enough, even though it is as good as rendang made by mama Riana, but rendang bu Asih has a taste that is so distinctive.

"Where is mas? Yummy, right?"

Reyhan nodded, "Banget"

"By the way, how is Nina? Last I heard Nina gave birth huh?" Ask bu Asih.

"Yes mom, really." Timpal Sari's.

"The twins again are funny funny." Saut Nayla's. "I want my son to be born soon."

"You're Nay, be patient. It's not time yet."

"Mother wants to go there? Nina's house deket loh ma'am, it's not far from here.." Ask Sari again.

"Yes, but you know for yourself.."

"Yes, it's Sari nginep tonight. How's Sari going tomorrow?" Sari volunteered, and the young woman missed Nina too.

"Seriously ? What is your lecture about nduk?"

"Tomorrow is safe, there is no schedule. I'm here too." Sari pause. "Well, isn't Nay? you're also nginep, right?"

"Duh, I can't hide Sar. I'm the same Reyhan has to go home. There's something we need to do."

"Jaudah is not papa. Just let me do it myself. I'll take care of you tomorrow before you go home."

"Yaudah nduk then, the important thing is not to be a burden for Sari aja." Answer Asih relieve.

The most valuable thing is time.

And this kind of warmth adds value to time so it becomes more and more memorable.

Happiness makes time go faster.

Every second, a trace of destiny flowed. The pen stringing up the verse by verse of his story. Even though we never realized it.

Humans will never be able to repeat the passing moment. But, fixing this second and the next second is the wisest step so that regret is minimal percent.