Reyhan, My husband
Anger And Passion

Nayla snatches an upset in the car. Far away he approached his Papa to the office, but the results were still nil. It seemed, Nayla wanted to ask Reyhan directly for what reason made him want to marry Nayla, but the man would definitely not want to answer in detail.

Your papa is too good Nay, I can't refuse him...!

Such was the roughly answer Nayla would get if she had the guts to ask Reyhan directly.

But if you ask now? It won't. Don't expect Nayla to start a conversation with her husband.

Yes, even though who the woman who was with Reyhan had not known her status clearly, but seeing Pak Zeko's belief in Reyhan made Nayla a little relieved. There is at least a certain power to control emotions. Nayla doesn't trust Reyhan, but Nayla trusts her Papa.

It's getting late afternoon. Nayla is confused where else to go now.

Want to go to Sari's house again? That's not possible.

Or Nina's house? She must be busy preparing for her wedding. How could Nayla bother him.?

While driving the car casually, Nayla finally chose to go home. In order to immediately lay himself on the bed and calm his heart, again alone.

Nayla thought? What is the point of having a husband? Even at a time like this, Nayla still felt alone.

Consciousness returned. Instead of always thinking negatively, mending Nayla plays audio to listen to her favorite songs. Occasionally Nayla glances at her natural face without make up in the rearview mirror.

What was beautiful about her ordinary face like this? Why do so many of his college friends say that Nayla is beautiful?

Nayla gets confused, but luckily her bad thoughts get sidetracked . Now he is arguing with himself.

Although for the business of his eyes, Nayla could not dodge. He himself realized that he had beautiful eyes. Clear and big black. It's like wearing softlen even though Nayla doesn't know how to use it.

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Time shows at eight o'clock. After finishing enjoying her dinner with Riana and Zeko, Nayla decided to return to the room. Today, his life is exhausting. No, not just his life, his heart too. Nayla's world is so fucked up today.

Don't ask Reyhan where ya, Reyhan hasn't come home yet. Still the same as the last week, today he will definitely go home late as well.

Nayla really misses Reyhan. Not only does she miss her intimate touch, but everything Reyhan once was, Nayla misses him so much.

How they joke around in bed, how Reyhan always gives Nayla the most comfortable place to lean, and most importantly, how Reyhan spends his precious time with Nayla.

Her tears just drip out again. It feels very unwilling, if Reyhan really betrayed him. How will their wedding be? Will Nayla choose silence to remain Reyhan's wife? Or is it better to just give up?

His crying grew sobbing under the covers imagining a possible farewell. Undeniably, Nayla is feeling a great fear right now. Nayla can't afford to lose Reyhan all of a sudden.

Nayla does not want the dark story with Satya to happen again.

Dear God, please strengthen my husband's heart... Don't make me lose like that again...

Half an hour into her mind that was too far away, Nayla heard the sound of footsteps behind the door.

Is that Reyhan?

Nayla immediately wiped her tears, then turned her back to the door and pretended to be asleep as someone walked into her room.

The sound of footsteps getting closer made Nayla close her eyes even more under the blanket that covered her body to the limit of the neck.

Nayla felt the touch of a hand that gently stroked her head. A touch that Nayla misses.

"Have you had a good day today ?"

Reyhan said beside Nayla's ear.

Cup...

Reyhan kisses Nayla's head from behind, allowing Nayla to feel the affection of her treatment. Unwittingly, they actually both miss. Nayla who misses Reyhan by his side, also with Reyhan who misses Nayla without being disturbed by her busyness.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy so I can't keep you company...." His whisper was again able to make Nayla's heart rustle.

A few minutes Reyhan was still there. Stroking Nayla's hair over and over again. Even under the blanket, Nayla held tight in her heart.

Until finally, Reyhan went to clean himself in the bathroom, and at the same time, Nayla finally cried in silence. Resisting feelings that he was unable to express.

Then who was that woman?

***

A deep night in the dark silence, Nayla awoke from her sleep. Her eyes were still hot from her crying last night which unconsciously made Nayla fall asleep in exhaustion. Nayla doesn't even know when and at what time Reyhan finished his business cleaning himself up in the bathroom.

He pretended to sleep, but actually slept!

Am I thinking too far? But why would you take another woman to that place without my knowledge?

You've always been nice in front of me. But I never know what you're doing out there, Rey. Is it wrong I'm angry to see you with another woman?

Reyhan, who are you?

You were suddenly present, making it easy for me to get through the hard times of letting go of Satya.

I even thought that I no longer needed to figure out your background when you introduced me to them. I think everything about you is good. Until I can't seem to accept anything good about your past.

But I was wrong, apparently,

There's a lot about you I don't know. Everything is too mysterious for me to ignore.

Nayla grabs her phone on the nightstand intending to see what time the clock is. But subconsciously, his movement woke up someone who was asleep hugging him.

"Why are you awake?"

Nayla was surprised to hear Reyhan's sudden voice along with a hand gesture that struck her forehead hair. Her soft eyes flashed with Reyhan's sharp eyes. Making the shadows of Reyhan time with other women was automatically twisted in his head.

Unable to prevent, the tears fell again. The tears full of anger that Nayla had been hiding. Nayla wants to ask about the woman, only that Nayla is not ready with Reyhan's answer that might hurt her.

In an increasingly violent rage, suddenly there is a separate urge within Nayla to let go of everything. His sadness and loneliness.

He misses Reyhan. His heart and soul were already used to Reyhan's figure always beside him. Nayla wants Reyhan, completely without having to share.

With a quick and impatient movement, Nayla kissed Reyhan's lips in haste making Reyhan widen his eyes in shock. That lustful kiss instantly aroused both of them. Especially Reyhan.

Nayla's body that has made it opium easily stimulates her desire to rise, although Reyhan has not mastered the condition completely. While the anger in Nayla makes her fantasy much wilder than usual. Nayla kissed Reyhan's lips impatiently.

The kiss was so rushed it was a new sensation for them. At first glance Reyhan had thought what was wrong with Nayla, but everything just vanished, when his body did not refuse the touch of the wife at all.

Nayla temporarily stopped the kiss with a breath of breath. His chest went up and down to the rhythm of the severed breath. Nayla puts her face close to Reyhan's neck. Smelling Reyhan's very intoxicating body scent, while walking down that neck with her lips.

"What's wrong with you?" Whisper Reyhan with a raucous voice. Even so, he let Nayla explore his body freely.

With lips still tracing her husband's neck, along with that Nayla's hands took off Reyhan's buttons one by one. Acting on Reyhan's chest hard so that Nayla can freely touch. Nayla gave kisses there.

"I want your touch..."

Nayla replied in a sexy voice that instantly made Reyhan's boiling blood burn with the flames of her own passion.

With a quick movement Reyhan reversed the position of mastering Nayla's body. He held Nayla under him with both hands.

"It is with pleasure dear." whispered Reyhan while giving a touch of tongue neckline his wife. Making Nayla raise her head to hold the strange gelenyar that spread on each of her nerves.

It did not take long, Reyhan had managed to remove all of Nayla's clothes and throw them in all directions. Even with his own clothes. Slowly but surely, Reyhan began their unification.

Making Nayla shriek her name as Reyhan drowned hers in one hit.

"Ahhhhh... Rreeeyy..."

In a rhythmic tempo and regular pattern, Reyhan plays his movements gently. The emotions Nayla felt involuntarily affected Reyhan's emotions during lovemaking.

Mutual growling provides real pleasure.

The two dissolve in an exciting sex session. Sex between anger and passion.

Until Nayla's body shakes violently, along with Reyhan who reaches his power. Then it collapsed beside his wife who was also lying helpless.

Reyhan kissed Nayla's head after both hands grabbed Nayla's head and sank her chest.

Who is that girl?

muttered Nayla shortly after falling asleep again successfully made Reyhan wrinkle his forehead.

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