Reyhan, My husband
The Effects of Too Emotional

Can't you just let this misunderstanding go?

Ah no, your heart is gray

Forcing the feeling of not feeling

Your ego, and your prestige is still royal

Can't you just listen to me for once?

Before it was too late to leave me

You've taken your view differently

You also refused to hear my story speak

I just don't want to, you're sorry in the end...

THE -R.A-.

***

Nayla's mind raged with what she had just seen. Make him lose control.

While the car is speeding up. After delivering her best friend back home, Nayla now does not know where else to go. Clearly, he still refused to go home.

While crying, Nayla continued to drive her car through the crowded city streets. The focus is split between driving and Reyhan.

Who exactly is Reyhan? Is he really a good man?

Or was Nayla the one who misjudged.?

Disappointment filled his heart. Nayla already considered Reyhan as a good man. Which is worth loving.

A man who can accept her with all the shortcomings of Nayla. What other surprises are these?

Was Reyhan secretly disappointed that he wasn't the first for Nayla?

Nayla seemed to have been taken flying in the sky with Reyhan's good attitude all this time. His tenderness, his kindness, his maturity, his calm carrying attitude, and the man's romanticism have made Nayla's life like a real princess. Now, Reyhan is like slamming Nayla's body into the abyss silently with a betrayal.

While still crying, Nayla felt her own chest that felt increasingly painful. His left hand hit his chest many times.

A betrayal can't be Nayla's tolerance. Unknowingly, along with her tears that flowed more and more, Nayla stepped on the gas pedal deeper as well. Until he let his guard down, a little boy passed by in front of him and...

Ciiiiittt...

Nayla's world was dark when her head hit the steering wheel. And now she's really crying in the car out loud anyway. Spill out all her sadness that she self-absorbed.

In fact, the dizziness on his head that was bleeding due to the impact had not been felt by Nayla. Nayla also ignored the large number of people crowded outside who watched. His heart hurts more than what he is going through today.

Why is the world so evil..? Hikksss

Satisfied crying in the car, Nayla realized when a man knocked on her car glass many times. Making Nayla inevitably have to get out of the car and be responsible for this accident.

"Will it be okay?" The middle-aged man asked worriedly at Nayla's messy appearance.

"I'm fine sir..how is the boy sir..?" Nayla asked politely in a daze looking for victims."Ayoo sir quickly, taken to the hospital alone..."

"He's fine, too. That's there..." Said the middle-aged man while pointing towards the victim's boy. "Maybe it's just shock.."

"Ah thank goodness...have anyone been hurt?" Nayla asked and the man shook his head. "Are there any parents..?"

A mother wearing a headscarf with sleeves that only covered a third of her hands was seen worrying about her son. "Excuse me... I'm sorry Mom, I'm not...."

"It's okay mbak, this is my son's fault, he indeed if crossing like carelessly..."

"Maybe it's my fault too ma'am, who drives too fast. Is there anything I can help you with? I'll be responsible for all the losses..." Nayla.

"Ah doesn't seem necessary. My son no one was hurt..." Answer the mother feeling sad.

"All right then..." Nayla reached into her bag, took some money. "It's for the mother's son yes, make snacks.... And here, there's my husband's business card, if there's anything you can call, ma'am..."

"Thank you mbakk. thank you..."

"I'll excuse you then...."

Nayla returned to the car and drove back with a slightly relieved feeling now. Perhaps some of his emotions had already decayed along with his falling tears. Although there is still half of his emotions that still reign. At least it's better than before.

Now Nayla knows where she's going.

The car is traveling at medium speed. Time shows at half-five in the afternoon. The sunlight has dimmed.

Along with the dimming of the beautiful girl who was once famous for her cheerfulness.

Her hair is so messy. Not as neatly scattered as before. His eyes were puffy, reducing the clear twinkle of his black-pitched bead. Moreover, her face that was wet because of tears made Nayla inevitably have to remove her makeup with a tissue in the car. Nayla doesn't care much about her appearance.

***

Here's Nayla now. In front of a tall office building. An office that released Nayla in and out without reporting even a first inspection. After he parked his car at the company's top officials, Nayla rushed to the main director's room immediately.

From Nayla's observation, the office of "Deka Group Compeny" looks still the same from the last time Nayla here. Lay some flowers in the corner of the room, until the wall hangings that Nayla used to buy with her mother and papa are also still neatly arranged in place. With its interior decoration.

Nayla walks through the main lobby. All the employees nodded respectfully to the Princess the sole owner of the company they worked for.

"Mak Sinta, Papa is there?" Tanya Nayla approached one of the senior employees there.

"There's a Non, please go upstairs." The employee replied as he walked up to the elevator button for Nayla.

He answered while closing the elevator door that brought him to the top floor of the Papa's private room.

Ting

The door opens on the fifteen floor. The highest floor contained only the private room of the President Director and some of his secretaries in front of the entrance.

Nayla tidied up her clothes for a while. However, Nayla cannot meet the Papa in such a mess. Or does Nayla want to be interrogated by her Papa in as much detail as possible without being able to get away with it easily? Nayla won't let that happen.

After being convinced by her slightly neater appearance, Nayla stepped up to meet Zeko immediately.

"Haloo Mbak Wulan's... Is Papa inside?" Ask Nayla politely. However, Nayla must make sure to the secretary first whether in the room, her father is alone or with an important client.

The female secretary named Wulan was a little surprised to see Nayla who suddenly came to the office. "Good Afternoon Miss Nayla...." Sweep it while smiling.

"Sir Zeko still has a meeting. Please Miss wait in her room.."

"alright.. Thanks Ma'am..."

Nayla said passed away and entered Pak Zeko's room. Once inside, Nayla lands her butt in a gray sofa while leaning her back.

I think Nayla hasn't played in this office in a long time. Yes, although his existence used to only interfere with work, but the fact is that his father still opened the door wide for Nayla.

Nayla still remembers her little world. Who is full of happiness because of getting abundant affection from his parents. Nayla is an only child.

Although it is undeniable that when she was a child, Nayla also felt a deep loneliness when her parents were busy with their respective work.

Until Nayla grew up, it turned out that loneliness was still faithfully accompany the days of Nayla. Nayla felt she had no friends to share at home. Except for Mama Riana, who occasionally took the time to talk to her little girl.

Nayla also felt that the expensive dolls that filled her room at that time were useless. They cannot speak like humans.

But as it turns out, the loneliness that Nayla felt in the past was much better than the problems that attacked Nayla today.

Being an adult is complicated.

Say inner girl Nayla.

Nayla smiled blandly at herself. Shadow Satya married Nina the day after tomorrow, and Reyhan's shadow with the restaurant's beautiful woman was suddenly twisted by alternating automatically in his mind.

A sense of tightness again filled his chest at a glance.

Didn't Nayla deserve just one man who would really always be there for Nayla?

The man who was able to turn Nayla's loneliness into an undeniable sense of comfort? Is Nayla inappropriate?

Nayla's tears just fell.

Being rich does not always make people happy. Why surrounded by luxury goods if in fact he only feels alone? Why have abundant wealth if peace of mind is not fulfilled.?

Everything becomes futile, if their time together is taken away.

The sound of the door reopening resuscitated Nayla from her daydream. Immediately she wiped her tears before she was ready to meet the person behind the door.

"Papaa....." Call Nayla with a smile on her cheek. Deliberately covering his grief in front of Mr. Zeko.

"Hay baby, Tumben really went to Papa's office?" Ask Mr. Zeko as he approached Nayla, before he landed his buttocks on the sofa.

"Wait, what's wrong with your forehead, Nay? Why is it bruised like this?"

Nayla felt her forehead with her hands. This is what Nayla was afraid of. Nayla couldn't cover the bruises from the accident.

"Ooh. It was Nayla at the Pa table at mealtime..." Answer Original.

Nayla's reply made Pak Zeko's forehead shrivel perfectly.

"Couldn't you? Oh, my God, Nay, you're a big boy, not a kid anymore... Could it be a desk clasp?" Said Mr. Zeko with a worried tone.

"Just wait here...."

"Eehh Pa.. Nayla doesn't have a papa.." Nayla said convincingly.

"This is also Nayla going home. Papa calm dong.. Kan Nayla has a big Pa..." Nayla grin.

"You sure?"

Nayla nodded her head in allowing.

"Oiyaa Pa. Actually, someone wants Nayla to ask Papa directly.. That's why Nayla's defending here."

"What..?"

Nayla took a deep breath.

"Pa, who is Reyhan? Why does Papa trust him so much?"

Mr. Zeko chuckled before answering Nayla's question.

"Reyhan is your husband Nay... Papa clearly believed.. Didn't you choose Papa wrong?."

Pak Zeko's answer successfully made Nayla snort annoyed. It wasn't the answer Nayla expected.

"Pa, comeon... Nayla needs to know" His condescending speech left Pak Zeko confused.

"Nayla was curious, what reason did Reyhan approve of his marriage to Nayla?"