Reyhan, My husband
Not Understanding Each Other

Reyhan flushed his body under a warm shower. This luxurious bathroom shows who the owner is.

But Reyhan was not at all surprised, he had been in a place like this before.

When he was a kid. Where else if not at Papa's?

Yes, Mr. Adma.

Remember, Reyhan also comes from a fairly distinguished family. Only, he himself chose a mediocre life like this. Life is like a person who does not have. His reason? Reyhan said he wanted to challenge the world. What a ridiculous reason, right?

Reyhan came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was still half wet. Making Nayla who was sitting in bed feeling amused and fascinated.

Instantly, Nayla's red cheeks blushed as she unintentionally stared in amazement at the scene that passed not far from her seat.

Reyhan is perfect....

Nayla's mind ran around mischievously remembering the romantic scene that had happened between her and Reyhan. But why hasn't Reyhan touched her? Was she really waiting for me to love her first huh?

Or I'll just say that I love her, how?

Gosh darn. What the hell was Nay thinking? You stupid.!

It was good that the man did not impose his will. Not demanding her right as a husband. Why are you suddenly crazy Nayla?

Huh.. Nayla is at war with her own mind.

"Nay, where did you put my clothes?"

Reyhan's voice resuscitated Nayla from her daydream. Instantly he stood up to help Reyhan remove his clothes.

Shitdarn..

Nayla's heart beat faster when she was in the same room in the half-naked state of Reyhan.

"Hey, why are you standing there?"

Instead of moving to tell Reyhan where his clothes were, Nayla instead stood silently staring at the doorstep. Watch Reyhan with a blank look.

"Eh what?"

Walk closer to one of the closet shelves clumsily.

Damnit. Nayla pliss master yourself. Reyhan's body is perfect. But don't act stupid dong.

"This is Rey, your shirt. Taraa....

I bought you some t-shirts and pants. Your clothes are too little."

Nayla said as much as possible after successfully mastering herself from nervousness. Show Reyhan that she can be a good wife by preparing Reyhan's clothes.

But, Reyhan even silently wrinkled his forehead.

"Where did you buy these clothes from? aren't you working yet?"

Ask Reyhan.

"Rey, Papa gave me an unlimited credit card. And I'm free to use whatever I want. Including buying my husband this shirt."

Don't we? Nayla is not wrong dong if she intends to buy Reyhan who has legally become her husband is a dress?

What's wrong anyway? Nayla used to use credit cards to treat her friends. So I don't know if she wants to give to her husband too.

" But Nay...Ouch....."

Reyhan rubbed his head violently. He wanted to get angry, how could a son-in-law use her in-laws' money to buy clothes? It was too insulting to his pride.

But Reyhan doesn't want to be mad at Nayla. He took his own clothes. Then walk left Nayla who stood there in confusion.

Where's wrong? Why is he so anyway.?

"Rey, are you angry?"

Nayla asked Reyhan who was seen sitting on the sofa. Reyhan seems to be ignoring Nayla.

"Next time don't be..." Reyhan flat.

"Why? Where is the fault anyway? I'm just trying to be a good wife by preparing for all your needs. Why are you so upset?"

Nayla answered loudly.

"Could you not follow Nay. ? Don't argue and ask questions like that?"

Again Reyhan said in a cold tone. Next he came out. Leaving Nayla alone in the room.

***

A few hours passed. Reyhan decided to return to the room after his emotions subsided.

Reyhan hopes Nayla has realized her mistake.

Reyhan opened the door to enter the room. Spread the view throughout the room.

Nayla there is no disofa. But he found someone lying on the bed with a blanket covering his body up to his neck.

Who else if not Nayla?

Reyhan was sitting in bed next to Nayla. He patted the back of Nayla who was sleeping behind him.

"You crying?"

Reyhan asked as he found Nayla's shoulder shaking as he pleased.

"Hey, let's face it here.! Tell why?"

Reyhan tried to wipe the top of Nayla's head. Give her affection. Reyhan pulled Nayla's body and buried her head in Reyhan's chest.

Sure enough, Nayla's eyes had turned red. Maybe Nayla held back her crying earlier.

"I'm sorry, I'm not angry.."

Instead of stopping, Nayla's tears were flowing more and more. Makes Reyhan wrinkle his forehead.

Is there something wrong with his words? Why does it cry more..?

This time Reyhan chose to be quiet. While rubbing the upper arm of Nayla whose head is sinking in Reyhan's chest. Every now and then Reyhan smelled the scent of hair close to his nose.

It's not that Reyhan is lazy to seduce. He was just afraid of saying the wrong thing and making Nayla cry even more. Right now, Reyhan only wants to tell Nayla that everything is fine, through his attitude.

"You're angry, right? Why don't you appreciate me trying to be a good wife?"

Don't you? Nayla had calmed down now even though Reyhan did not explain anything. The crying has subsided. With a loud voice that came out of his mouth.

No wonder women are like that.

Sometimes when he was in a bad condition, he just needed a backrest to let out his cries. It wasn't a prank that forced her to stop crying.

Life is unique. Tears, which are mostly likened to sadness, can actually reduce the sadness itself.

Along with the tears coming out of the nest.

"I'm not mad at Nay" Reyhan said, hugging Nayla.

"It's still a matter of those clothes, isn't it?

Nay, I'm ashamed of your Papa. What if he finds out, the money you used to buy me clothes? Wanna put where your husband's face is?"

Reyhan said calmly.

"Why indeed?"

"Because I've become your husband. I have a big responsibility to give you a living. Neither the inner living, nor the living is born..."

Reyhan was quiet for a moment. Breathe slowly while arranging the series of words that he should convey. So that Nayla could easily accept it.

Moreover, from the breath that Reyhan felt in his chest. It seems Nayla has started to calm down.

"I'm also sorry, I was wrong anyway. haven't given you money from yesterday?

Sorry, we were so busy..Our introductions were also very brief. Tomorrow you use my credit card.

And stop using Papa's money from now on..."

Reyhan said as he stroked the beautiful face of Nayla who was looking at him deeply.

Capturing the look of doubtful eyes emanated faintly from the fixed gaze of the beautiful girl who was already his wife.

Ah, maybe Nayla's afraid of burdening Reyhan. While Nayla herself knows, Reyhan has a huge responsibility that is not just on her.

But to his children too.

Not to mention Reyhan is still a student. He is still finishing his script.

He has a book shop. But what is the income enough to meet all the needs of Reyhan and them?

"Why? Trust me the same...

I'm still able to meet your needs that look like that princess..."

Reyhan taunted Nayla while raising both eyebrows. And a hard blow to his arm.

They huddled until Nayla fell asleep in her husband's arms