Reyhan, My husband
Keeping the Three Hearts

The afternoon. A girl was walking with a shaky step.

His face was like carrying a heavy burden. His eyes were swollen but there were no more tears that could spill on his cheeks.

His clothes were white with short sleeves. Wearing black jeans with matching shoes with his pants. His hair in a ponytail adds to the impression of a tie around his neck.

From far away, it is very clear she is a beautiful girl with the right body portion.

Who else if not Nayla.

Nayla reached into her bag. Taking a loyal flat object accompanied him.

She hesitated to call someone.

Before his mind went back to the events of an hour ago where he caught the girlfriend was trying to fuck a woman in his own apartment. That woman is none other than her own friend.

And even worse. Nayla had seen a test with two lines there. His heart is very sick. Luckily, Nayla slapped Satya. At least it reduces a few percent of this pain.

But still, she was reluctant to hear any explanation because Nayla was more confident in what she saw with her own eyes.

Even though Satya and Nina had chased him earlier.

"Haloo Pa's..." His voice was made as normal as possible because he did not want the Papa to be suspicious.

"What's the matter Nay?" Zeko answered across the phone.

Nayla took a deep breath. Doubt about his decision.

Till....

"Pa.. Nayla has agreed to the marriage.."

Answer with tears.

Actually Nayla does not like this kind of matchmaking. Even if not with Satya, at least the man who married her later was a man of his own choice.

But that's not happening now. Nayla must guard three hearts at once at this time. The heart of the Father that he loved so much. Then the heart of Nina, the friend who accompanied her all this time.

And one more, of course, the little baby's heart that's in Nina's stomach.

"Was that fast Nay?" Papa's question was crossed there in great astonishment.

"Faster is better Pa, Nay trusts Papa..." Nay answered briefly but was able to convince the Papa.

Nayla continued her steps down the street in the city center. After she calls Papa, Nay plans to meet the man before the wedding.

But how?

There is no phone number. Nayla only met the man once.

Arrive arrived....

"Kakaaka"

The familiar cry of the little girl in Nayla's ear made her look to the left right looking for the source of the voice.

"Sister. here..." Shouts again.

Nayla looked across the street and found where the little boy was calling her.

He was standing in front of a shop with his hands waving towards him making Nayla smile widen.

He quickly rubbed his face.tidied his appearance before walking across the street to the little girl.

Nayla does not want a third time, the little girl catches Nayla in a state of chaos.

The little girl ran to Nayla's arms when Nayla was in front of her.

"Hay Naura Darling...." Sapa Nayla while grabbing a hug from her still soft little hand.

Ah funny thing about him..

"Naura's been cured?" Nayla asked as she stretched her embrace.

Staring at the bead that was similar to his eye bead.

"Kok Naura is here?"

Ask again when Nayla realizes her whereabouts now. In front of a bookstore that is quite famous for its handsome owner.

It's just that, all this time Nayla didn't really care. He had Satya first. Lagian Nayla has never met her owner before.

"This is Naura's Om shop.."

Answer the little girl in Nayla's arms. Nayla sees an empty chair near the store entrance before Nayla decides to sit down for a short break with Naura there.

Naura's name? Is that Mr Hasan? nayla's inner girl's voice before she finally asked Naura directly.

"Naura..."

The voice of a male call coming from behind Nayla was able to distract Naura from the question Nayla asked. With sparkling eyes, the little girl in front of Nayla smiled broadly at someone behind Nayla.

"Om Rey. hihi nyariin Naura yes"

Naura answered with her cry. The little girl in front of him looked very happy from Nayla's sight.

Quickly, Naura descended from Nayla's lap.

Then Naura held Nayla's hand.

"That's your brother Naura..."

She said with a smile still emanating from her tiny lips. Instantly Nayla turned around, then was surprised to see the man again.

"You...."

Nayla said with perfectly rounded eyes. How surprised he was to find the man in front of him.

The man she hated. Although Nayla's little heart was conscious, the man named Reyhan was innocent. But alas, because of his selfishness he blames Reyhan one-sidedly for what he is going through now.

Nayla's face suddenly pias. Letting Naura walk towards Reyhan.

Not expecting the little girl who always entertained him turned out to know Reyhan.

Reyhan just nodded politely. Not out of fear, but Reyhan honors Nayla as a woman who is the son of someone who has saved Naura.

"Thank you..." Reyhan said courteously to Nayla. Made Nayla wrinkle her forehead.

But Reyhan ignored Nayla's facial expression. Reyhan is more focused on his little girl.

"Naura knows son?"

Reyhan asked Naura as she grabbed the little girl's body into her cradle.

"Sir is Om Hasan Om..." Answer Naura briefly.

Honestly, Nayla looked on happily the interaction shown between Reyhan and Naura.

It doesn't look like an Om and his nephew. More like Papa and his son.

Reminds Nayla of the Papa. His childhood impressions just flashed through his head.

The tenderness Reyhan showed Naura reminded him of the tenderness of his Papa when Nayla was little.

Nayla's heart is like getting a flush in the middle of the desert. Before selfishness takes hold of it again.

"What a coincidence. I have something to talk about. Can we talk to you both?"

He said to Reyhan with a brush. Strangely, it was answered with a still polite speech by Reyhan made Nayla avert her eyes. A little amazed by Reyhan's polite demeanor.

Remember, slightly.

"Naura honey, you go in first huh. Play the same Jeni..."

He said he took the little girl down from his carrier. Letting Naura say goodbye to Nayla before Naura finally passed away.

"Let's just talk on the bench"

Reyhan still smiled politely. In a split second, Nayla was mesmerized with a friendly smile that splashed from Reyhan's sensual lips.

Nayla followed Reyhan's footsteps to a small bench in front of her bookstore.

A little picture, so in front of Reyhan's bookstore next door, there's a small park that Reyhan deliberately created. In the park there are also several benches built together with his desk. The goal, of course, is to provide comfort for customers who want to read books.

Reyhan is a very thorough person. He prepared something this detailed to support his efforts.

Just look, Reyhan Bookstore is one of the most famous bookstores in the city.

Not only famous for its handsome and masculine owners. But also a comfortable place and a variety of complete books.

Not a few people know, that Reyhan has a private Orphanage that is one hundred percent financed from the sale of his bookstore. And most of those who are already aware of these rumors, will be happy to buy Reyhan's book.

Count all alms. That is what some people think.

Unfortunately, Nayla did not care much about the rumors.

Nayla may have heard of it. It was thought of as the wind passing through.

In the right ear, out the left ear.

Because honestly, it had no effect on Nayla's life. Long ago....