Reyhan, My husband
Meet Naura Again

Nayla was still sitting on the bench who was a witness to her and Satya's feud earlier. This time he was alone. Accompanied by tears that refused to stop dripping from the origin. His crying still sounded. The rest were stuck and stuck in his throat.

His eyes are red. His right hand holding his own chest felt a deep pain in his heart. Nayla already did not care what she looked like this time. He also did not care, many people passed by staring at him who looked pitiful.

Her heart grew sicker, as she realized Satya had already left her in disappointment. Nayla has not yet said her lie. Nayla just said that the Papa told her to marry the man of her choice.

But look, with his own eyes Nayla saw Satya showing his brutal side in front of Nayla. He yelled at Nayla hard. It even left Nayla in its still-unsettled cry. Much different from Satya who had known Nayla.

Her tears flowed more and more as Nayla remembered the unceasing harsh swearing coming out of her man's mouth. Nayla grew sobbing that she had to cover her own face with both hands.

"Okay.. sad brother?"

A soft-sounding plain voice made Nayla shift her focus. Nayla felt like she had heard this voice before. A familiar, familiar voice in Nayla's sense of hearing.

Slowly Nayla opened her hand which was cupped all over her face. The first thing he saw was a small hand that was above Nayla's knee.

The next second saw a plain little boy with a large black eye bead almost like Nayla's was staring meaningfully at Nayla. Some days their views meet.

"You?" Nayla immediately wiped her tears.

"Sister. pangku.." he asked very spoiledly to Nayla.

A small smile accidentally Nayla forcibly appeared on her lips. Welcoming the little girl who had once again caught him was dissolving in grief.

Nayla immediately lifted the little boy's body into her lap. Something different was caught by Nayla's sense of sight.

"Naura's sick?" Nayla asked when she found a white bandage with a red spot stain that had dried perfectly circular in the little boy's head.

"It's healed, brother, there's Om Naura." replied the little boy innocently. His very clear eyes made Nayla love to look at him.

"Sad brother?" Ask with perfectly rounded eyes.

Anxiously Nayla kissed the boy's puffed cheeks in turn. The crying that he was unable to stop immediately turned into a crisp laugh from Nayla and the boy simultaneously.

"So why are you sad? Mama's both Papa's gone, huh?" Ask her again.

"Don't love, Mama and her Papa brother are at home kok. brother sad, because brother wants to be a little boy again like you"

Answer Nayla perfunctorily.

"If Mama and her Papa at home, you can not be sad... Naura always said that Naura should not be sad, even though Naura already does not have Mama and Papa, but Naura still has Om.." Her reply was seriously what made Nayla come to terms with her sadness.

"Where's Mama and Naura's Papa?" Naura asked curiously.

"Died brother, an accident with Naura and Papa. But Papa is the same Mama ninggalin Naura herself." she replied in a soft voice sounded very sad.

How much less grateful I am.. I should be grateful that my life with Mama and Papa is complete up to this size...

Sorry Nayla pa.. Nay promised to make Papa happy...

Nayla said in her heart.

"I'm sorry baby, you've made Naura sad?" Nayla said regretfully.

"It's not sad, brother.. There's Om Naura. Om said Naura can't be sad.. Naura must pray'in Mama and Papa so that Mama and Papa are happy in heaven.." He said with a smile showing his white teeth.

Mr. Hasan is good too yes, loving the same little boy...

Think Nayla..

"Trus Om where's it going, honey?" Ask Nayla later.

"I live there anyway, surely he's lurking Naura again. Let's just say, his own fault he keeps the same toy computer." Said the little boy with a face that held back his annoyance.

"Yaudah, Naura wants escrim? Wait here yeah, brother buyin...."

Nayla said trying to cheer her up and then immediately went to the Ice Cream Shop which was a little away from her seat.

When it's back. Nayla did not find Naura in her place.

Nayla looked to her left right and found Naura waving her hand smiling at Nayla in the arms of a man who was walking away behind her.

Nayla was calm, at least Naura was with the person Nayla thought was Mr. Hasan.

***

"Andii.. Joaan..."

Shouted Nayla approaching the two after a long search for the whereabouts of the two men.

"Satya's in yet?"Ask Nayla.

However, it wasn't the friendly smile that Nayla got. Precisely a sharp eye with a look full of annoyance was looking at Nayla full of anger from one of her boyfriend's colleagues.

"What is Nay the Satya?" Joan's words with ketus able to make Nayla stunned wrinkled her forehead.

Nayla's teary eyes received a snapshot from her boyfriend's best friend. His body was riveted like there was no power to move.

It had been the fifth day since the feud and Nayla had not seen Satya at all. Nayla searches for Satya on her campus but never meets her.

Nayla had tried to contact Satya, but the man ignored Nayla's phone call.

Nayla has not visited Satya's apartment because she is afraid of Satya. The rough nature of Satya at that time was still clearly imprinted in Nayla's heart.

"Satya wouldn't like it if you're kasarin Nayla like gini.." Say it again to Joan.

Joan took a deep breath, then took it rough.

"Lo know for yourself, how is Satya now? and that's because of this chick.." Said Joan loudly as her right hand pointed towards Nayla.

"This girl should be aware, Satya has been desperately changed for whom? Haa? Make her.." He said to Andi again with a high tone. It was very emotional for Joan at the time.

While Andi was sitting next to Joan staring at Nayla who was still glued to tears.

"Nay, don't beat Joan, she's emotional." He tried to comfort Nayla.

"You want to meet Satya, right? you just come to Nay's apartment. He's there.." Say again.

"Thank you Andi..." Nay wants to disappear from their sight. It feels like he is no longer able to accept every clash from his girlfriend's best friend. Nay turned his body to walk away. Just two steps away, Nayla looked back at Joan.

"Oiyaa. I'm sorry Joan. You're right, it's my fault.." Nayla spoke with teary eyes.

"But .. What can I do?" His voice choked with heavy rain from his eyes. His hand immediately closed his mouth so that his cry would not make a sound. The next second Nayla ran away leaving Andi with her pity, and Joan regretfully yelled at Nayla.

***

#Flashback On

POV Satya's

"Honestly, what really happened between you and Papa?" Ask the beautiful girl in my face with a serious look.

I'm appalled. Obviously surprised.

Something that I was afraid of that moment came true. My world is collapsing.

I'm not too weak. But this girl in front of me, I really love her very much.

"Nay, um,.." I was nervous with a trembling voice.. "I'm sorry.."

Right now, that apology is all I can say. Maybe my face is pale and ready to face the worst possible eventuality. And I saw, the girl's face looked even more disappointed than before.

"So it's true that Papa told me Sat?" Asked with a high tone snapping at me.

Pain rippled in through my heart. Like being whipped out of an invisible rope.

My beautiful and gentle girl, at that moment was scolding me hard.

I step forward. My eyes looked at her beautiful beads. My hand outstretched her pretty cheek. .

"I can explain Nay... Please listen to me first.."

Answer me with a voice that is no less loud. For a moment I let out a sigh to reorganize my emotions.

"I'm. I'm sorry Nay. I'm khilaf. You believe me, don't you?" I told him again.

"I really wanted to stop then. But sometimes things aren't as easy as we think.

You can ask Joan and Andi. I've been trying until they laugh at me.."

My words with a stuffy taste filled the chest space. Maybe right now, my girl knows I'm holding back my tears.

Disillusioned. That's all I can capture clearly from the look on his face. Instantly he was silent. I don't answer every word of my apology.

It's getting more frustrating for me.

"Nay. tell me you forgive me." I said holding both hands.

But still, he was still silently grudgingly reluctant to speak.

Till...

"Do you know what the consequences are?"

Finally the question came from him after a long time I waited for him. Maybe he felt sorry for being honest, I was already crying in front of him. For the umpteenth time, I cried in front of my woman.

"Papa told me to marry the man of his choice..."

"Fuckhead"

My screams so loudly made my woman sound from her cries. My emotions are no longer in control. I was really angry this time thinking maybe this is the end of my love.

"Truss how are you, huh? You want to do that? Sialaaan.. Cheap chick.." My face in front of his face.

All I saw was her crying. A cry I've never heard before.

Then I choose to leave. Fear of hurting him even more deeply. Because right, I've lost to my own ego.

#Flashback Off

Arrghh....

Satya rubbed her head hard considering how stupid she was back then.

His hand re-wrote the bottle of Ja*k Dan**l at his living room table. His strength was weak too much of the illicit liquid that had already entered his body. Since five days ago. Satya reluctantly leaves her apartment.