Reyhan, My husband
Khumaira Nur Jeni's

Here's Nayla now.

Sitting alone on the back garden bench is much simpler than the garden at home.

From a few meters away from him, there were about four children who were playing sharing each other. Including the most petite Naura.

His eyes looked far away.

I never thought he would marry such a mysterious man. Enigmatical.

Slowly but surely.

Nayla has begun to accept the condition in which she must understand that the man who had bound her on the word marriage has taken over the responsibility of eight children who have come out of nowhere.

Reyhan said they were the source of his happiness when Nayla was not there.

And Nayla could only believe it.

It was clearly visible with Nayla's own eyes. Here, they protect each other. Share, and understand each other.

Even without being told, they look obedient.

Without any intention to dispute or dispute. Nayla marvels.

"So the brother who was forced to marry Rey..?"

A woman's voice forced Nayla to take a back.

That girl, yeah, she's one of the many people in the dining room table.

He who. gently rubbed Naura's cheek earlier.

"I'm Jeni..."

He greeted Nayla with a smile as he reached out. Walk around until he reaches the seat next to Nayla.

Of course, Nayla happily returned Jeni's hand.

"Sister Nayla don't be afraid. Nayla's sister is now Kak Rey's wife, so we must respect Brother here..."

Nayla smiled again. Sweeter than usual.

Even though the teenage girl did not see. Because in fact, Jeni's view also illuminated far ahead.

That's right Reyhan said, don't look at this house from the outside. Nayla just hasn't felt her warmth yet.

Looks like Nayla is starting to be reluctant to leave this house.

Is it really that fast?

"Thank you Jen..."

"For?"

"Emm....."

Nayla is confused to answer how. The words of thanks were spontaneous Nayla said. Without purpose and without reason.

"May I ask you something?"

Nayla asked. Who knew he could extract information from this teenage girl.

Jeni's name. She's a pretty girl. And he seems to be the biggest kid here.

"About? Reyhan's sister? Sure can... But we have to make a deal first.."

Nayla's forehead is wrinkled. What does the deal mean here? And there has to be an agreement, right? The use?

"Promise after Brother Nay finds out about Rey. Brother Nay should always be by Rey's side.

Jeni knows maybe this marriage was forced. But Jeni knows Rey's sister.

He wouldn't be able to play around with something as sacred as marriage.!"

Jennies. Another one Nayla caught.

She's a grown-up teenage girl.

She's a girl who respects Reyhan. And it seems, Jeni also loves Reyhan so much.

"Emm okay, I'm interested.."

Nayla answered with confidence. With a hand that grabbed Jeni's shoulder for the teenage girl to look at her.

"Thank you brother..."

With a big smile the girl replied. "So what do you want to ask?"

Nayla sparkles. This is a golden opportunity for him. To know Reyhan even further.

Honestly admitted, Nayla began to be interested in the figure of her husband who.. Mysterious according.

"Emmm.. What is it?"

Pretend to think first. Though clearly, the point is he will ask about Reyhan. Of course with all his life.

And patiently, Jeni waited for Nayla's question.

Sit next to Nayla. Staring at plain Nayla with her legs swung forward.

"Who is Reyhan? emm I mean, who's Reyhan to you guys.?"

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- Khumaira Nur Jeni

"just this? huh uh?"

Plaaakkk Plaaakkkkk

The old bandit slapped me again. Along with my tears.

But there's a sore part more than a cheek slap. The heart.

Still stuck, to this day.

It was dark and very stuffy. Where teenage boys who are only thirteen years old are used to being held captive. It's been two years.

That boy was me. They used to call me Rara.

I want to get out of here. But I have nowhere else.

The family? I live as a country. Forgot exactly when, but they've left me all behind.

All that time I was trying to be grateful. At least the old bandit didn't vent his lust on me.

He said as long as my deposit is on target, then I'm safe.

It's true, as far as I know, that's the money we're asking for that's what she uses every day to pay women nights.

We were? yeah, because I'm not alone there.

And for that reason, I became more eager to find the old bandot money every day. Of course from the results of asking.

I do that every day to escape punishment. Especially if it is not violence and harassment.

In that place I was not alone. There were about eleven children. Men and women.

They are the same fate as me.

Both bear the title of beggar. Who else if not an old bandot named Dirman.

More precisely Bang Dirman.

"For Bang..."

Answer me while whimpering. With trembling hands I tried to wipe the blood on my cheeks.

But the Dirman touched him first.

He rubbed the blood gently.

"Prepare to replace my sweet night woman. It's punishment!"

Jderrr

My heart feels weak. My blood pressure feels very low.

I'm limp. Lunglai.

Is this the end of my life?

What punishment should I pay with my body?

I know what it means to replace that woman. Served her.

Serving his depraved lust.

I was only thirteen at the time. But I was forced to know circus languages that were not supposed to be spoken.

Languages that are generally only understandable to adults.

I was the only woman Bang Dirman had not touched at all.

"Ra. sorry brother yes, sister can not help you.."

One of the older sisters approached me after Bang Dirman left.

"Sister, Rara doesn't want to serve Bang Dirman"

I cried so hard on the shabby mat. While the big sister rubbed my back full of pity.

Shudder in horror at what Bang Dirman would do to me later.

"Patience Ra, sorry brother can not help anything..

Oh yeah, you I don't live pp right? Brother wants to eat first"

He started to stand up and walked away from me.

I pricked. Turn the brain fast. I think this is my chance to escape.

"Sister, can't you if Rara just bought something to eat, then,? Rara pingin forgets this matter for a moment.."

I spoke with a sad face.

"You sure?"

I nodded confidently. And thankfully, he didn't suspect me at all. He handed over the money from Bang Dirman for our dinner ration to me.

With a limp body. I walked out.

I don't know, my clever move suddenly led me to the terminal.

I quickly tried to find a ticket that was enough. And damn, the money wasn't enough to get me out of town.

My time is not long, while Bang Dirman's men have been seen at the end looking for me.

Move fast or get caught.!

Luckily, I met a man who wanted to help me.

Without asking who, and without asking why.

The man handed his jacket to me. As my form of disguise. He paid for two seats and we sat next to me by the window. He told me to pretend to sleep with a hidden face.

I made it, I got away.. Leave that damn place.!

To this day, I am here now..!

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