Reyhan, My husband
Part Of Us

Nayla walked into the room following Reyhan who had stepped in front of her. Spreading her eyes around every corner in her husband's room.

A simple room.

There was only a bed mattress measuring one hundred sixty meters by two hundred meters.

"Why is the bed so small?" nayla murmured in a barely audible voice.

On the left is a table with a chair. Next to it was a bookcase. And a lot of books are neatly arranged there.

While on the right, there is a wardrobe that is not too large. It was very different from Nayla's previous room.

But somehow, the simple room dominated by black and gray looks cool and makes Nayla comfortable in it.

"Rey, can I take a look around your room?"

He walked through all sides of the room without caring for Reyhan's answer to his question.

Stop next to the bookshelf. His eyes were watching a picture frame.

In the photo is Reyhan and nine other people.

He was watched carefully by Nayla. Making her smile was small when she found that there was a picture of Naura in it too.

Uh wait...this is Mr. Hasan right?

What is Reyhan's relationship with the fierce lecturer?

See, she's smiling at the camera too, embracing Reyhan's shoulder?

Nayla looked at Reyhan for a moment before looking back at the picture frame. Still very curious about what relationship Reyhan and Mr Hasan?

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Reyhan chuckles to surprise Nayla. He approached Nayla and stood behind her. When his wife focused on staring at the picture frame on the table.

"God.. Why should I surprise you anyway?"

Nayla smashed her lips.

"Haha yes sorry.. You're too focused, honey.. Until I realized I was standing behind you.."

He said as he turned Nayla around to face him.

"Say, what makes you look at the photo to the point of ignoring my existence..?"

Pulling Nayla's body closer to him.

And now, their bodies were stuck together with almost no distance.

"Don't fuck off... Sin knows..!"

Nayla shakes her head away.

His index finger pushed Reyhan's chest slightly away.

Honestly, this kind of position makes Nayla's heart beat really fast.

Wanna put where her face will be if it gets caught ?

"Slimmer..." Excited again...

Reyhan laughed broken.

"Where are sins? We are a LEGIT couple, right? There is a reward, not a sin...

You're this....."

Pinched Nayla's nose slowly. Making Nayla even more pissed her lips.

Reyhan shooed his body. His desire peaked when he was close to his wife like before.

Oh my gosh, don't let me lose control.

"Reyhan, I'm hungry...."

Nayla said while displaying her own eyes with her hands rubbing her stomach. Then he smiled blandly.

Nay is really hungry. We had breakfast at the hotel. But Nayla didn't finish her breakfast.

"In a moment, we'll have lunch with the kids. Now come here..."

Reyhan moved his index finger forward and back hinting at the command for Nayla to approach.

Nayla walked over. For God's sake, she actually never believed that her husband had eight children. All this time he was silent because he did not want to argue.

But today, Nayla had such a hard time deciphering her situation.

"I can't believe you have eight kids.!"

Nayla squinted her eyes suspiciously.

After landing her butt on the side of the bed near her husband.

"Oh my wife...we talked about it first, right?

That picture frame you saw... They're my kids..."

Reyhan retracted Nayla's body and sat on her lap.

"Where is his mother?"

Ayoooo. try to show me where her mother is..! Don't prank me..

You must really like to prank me?

Reyhan's laughter broke. He pinched Nayla's nose. It feels like Reyhan wants to gobble up Nayla right here.

He drew his lips closer to kiss his wife's lips.

Until their breaths are heard from each other.

Tok tok...

The sound of Mbak Nana screaming from outside the door stopped his activities.

"Oh yes Ma'am, we're out soon."

***

Nayla walked slowly behind her husband. Treading the sole owner of the step he recognized in the house was heading towards their dining room.

His mind wandered far away. Imagine the possibilities that could have happened with her and her husband's eight children.

I just haven't thought about having children, how could I suddenly have to be a mother of eight?

What if Rey's kids are naughty?

Or what if they don't accept me as their mama? What if they reject me?

That's so embarrassing, right?

"Rey....."

She hesitantly called her husband. His face held back in annoyance as Reyhan ignored him.

"Reyhan is not..."

"What the hell, baby? ha? Don't be afraid here. Ayoooo"

Reyhan held Nayla's hand into the dining room. Sure enough, Nayla's hands were cold.

Reyhan chuckles amusedly. His wife must have been nervous.

He should have walked very slowly. Basic female.

Why is she adorable anyway?

Reyhan pulled out a chair and invited Nayla to sit down, after which she took a seat next to Nayla.

Nayla's eyes are perfectly rounded. Is correct. There were four boys sitting on the left side. Four girls sit on the right side.

Then at the end of the table that faced him directly there was Ma'am Nana, and I don't know..

a middle-aged man.

Nayla was confused. What kind of situation is he facing right now?

If they were Reyhan's children, why would there be Naura? Didn't Naura herself say that Reyhan was her Om?

Is it possible that Reyhan was just working on it?

Or are they just Reyhan's nephews?

But why gather here?

Gosh darn.. The lack of information Nayla has about Reyhan leads her to a difficult situation to understand.

Nayla raised her next to her eyebrows. Who exactly is Reyhan?

"Nay, eat it first. I will definitely be clear..

Said hungry?"

Nayla saw the plate. And yes, oh, gosh

It turned out that Reyhan had filled his plate with a lot of food. Why is Nayla not aware anyway..?

"Thank you...."

Nayla answered awkwardly. And start putting in the food bribes for bribes.

There were many questions that were going around his mind. All same. About Reyhan.

This dining table. Nayla started to feel warmth.

They all ate without a sound. Without talking. But look,

The girl who started her teens occasionally rubbed the softly-splattered cheeks of Naura. Throw away one grain of rice left there.

Same with boys. The bigger ones help the smaller ones. Ungoverned. Uncommanded.

Everything just goes by. As if I was used to it.

For a moment Nayla glanced at her husband. Reyhan ate casually. A smile always emanated as he watched the children eat voraciously.

Until the food was gone, it left little leftover.

Slowly but surely. They worked together to stack the dirty dishes into two parts.

Then the two biggest boys immediately brought the plate to the back.

"Emmm..Jenna, Rista.. Wash the dishes later. Sit here first...."

Is Reyhan really this gentle? So what exactly is Reyhan's relationship with all of them.?

"So gini.. Om Reyhan wants to know you all, sister Nayla... It's the guy.."

"Halooo..."

Nayla said hello...

"Son Nayla is Om Rey's wife, and another from now on Nayla's sister becomes a part of us."

"Asiikkkk.. means there is a new theme dong Om..?"

Said a man with a perfectly fluffy smile. He was a kid. Maybe still in elementary school.

"Haloo brother...." Everyone greeted Nayla in turn. With a smile that Nayla was sure was sincere.

Except Naura. He walked over to Nayla's side. As always....

"Sister.. The stool.."