Reyhan, My husband
PROLOG: Reyhan's House

Day after day just passed by. As where it should be. Even with the mortal world and always succeeds in flirting.

If the throne still shows its power, if the treasure still shows its power, and if the face still shows its beauty. So how can man easily turn away from the world and its charms?

Even until now the mortal world still likes the latest charm. Winding eyes to deceive the soul, smiling beautifully to melt the breadfruit, and still also touching the taste to stifle the chest.

Right, the world still wins in all its affairs.

Here's Nayla now. The semi-modern classic-style house, which was still under construction for the second floor, is now ninety percent near completion. It was a lot different from the first time Nayla set foot here.

The second floor, which is dominated by white, consists of many rooms. Approximately eleven rooms. Although the rooms are not too large but wide enough to be called a bedroom.

One of the largest rooms, almost three times the size of the other, is in the middle. Five rooms are on the left side, and five on the right.

The plan, all those kids will Reyhan boyong upwards. Occupy his own rooms. While the middle room will be used Reyhan for his room and Nayla.

After the second floor was one hundred percent ready to be inhabited, he said, Reyhan also had plans to renovate the first floor. Not change everything, just update some parts.

The room in front of the front entrance that used to be his room, will be converted to function for Mbak Nana's room, while the middle-aged man who is now called Nayla Pak Man will occupy the back of the first floor bedroom.

Everything Reyhan had planned was certain that he thought carefully beforehand. With proper consideration based on its purpose and safety.

For example, Ms. Nana who got a room near the front door was Reyhan intended that the woman could watch out for the entry and exit of their children. What time they left and what time they had to come back, besides whoever their kids brought in played at Reyhan's house.

Even with Mr. Man who got the back room, the middle-aged man who will later watch the entry and exit of children from the back door. The task is the same as Mbak Nana, only the part where it is different.

On the second floor, Reyhan plans to place the boy on the left side and the girl on the right side. Then in the middle is Reyhan's room, it aims to make it easier for Reyhan to monitor their night activities. So that there will be things that Reyhan does not want. After all, they lived on the same roof even though they had no blood relation. Reyhan should also be on guard for the worst possible eventuality?

Gradually, they will become adults. It is not impossible if they know the name of love. It could even be that love thrives in his home. It could be that some of them are secretly in love with each other. Ah waving it makes Reyhan afraid that he's cheated.

That's why Reyhan will guide them. If true love grows between them, at least it is still limited to the right path.

It's not that he's curbing his children, it's just that as the man who's taken over the responsibility of the parents of the eight, Reyhan is trying to give his best. Enough affection, a comfortable place to live and also attention that will not be lacking.

Nayla smiled thinly at her place while remembering how Reyhan explained it last night in detail about this house. Her husband is so detailed.

Behind his relaxed attitude, it turned out that he was quite meticulous.

Life's getting longer with Reyhan, not the bad attitude Nayla's getting to know. Instead Nayla found more reasons how Reyhan's figure as her husband was worthy of admiration.

And himself?

So what makes Reyhan treat me so well.? What does he see from a guy like me? Is it because he really loves me?

I haven't been too confident for that...

it could be that Reyhan is being nice because I am his wife.yes that is the truth.!

And those words of love are formality as a form of duty of the husband to the wife.

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Time shows at four in the afternoon. Nayla walks to the kitchen. The activity that she has done for a few days while staying at her husband's house is to help Ma'am Nana cook. Although he was not very proficient, still amateurs, at least Nayla had tried. All familiarize themselves.

"What do you want Nana to cook?"

Ask while looking at the prepared materials. There are eggplants that have been cut into pieces, there are tomatoes that have been finely chopped, some chili grains, There are also garlic onions that have been peeled.

"Let me guess, cook eggplant sambal tomato, right ?"

"Haha, you know mbak, yes kemaaren Rista said again want to eat my eggplant oseng..

He said he was kangen, had not made eggplant for a long time. Just finished today.."

"Ooh, but I helped you... Besides eggplant oseng cook what else mbak? let me handle the other menu"

Silly indeed. In her own home, Nayla rarely even entered the kitchen area. Now at her husband's house, her hands itch when she smells food while her hands don't move.

"There are four menus anyway mbak for later tonight, there are eggplant stir fry, kale oseng, egg fried chicken ungkep same egg. How about if eggplant stir-fry same to his chicken let my business.." Ma'am Nana replied trying to find a middle ground. "You fried an egg, huh mbak? There the eggs are all the same as the chives.."

Nayla turned to follow the direction of Nana's hand. Right, there are already eggs and chives that have been finely chopped. Nayla's eyes sparkled at him.

Why is he so excited about being in this house?

Fried eggs, right? Easy, Nayla can really if only fried eggs.

Then Nana continued her sentence.

"Well, can you not stir-fry?"

It's a hard one...

Nayla is riding a horse. "Haha, I'm trying to, I don't think you're learning, but make the spice yes,"

"Okay Ma'am..." Canda Mbak Nana accompanied by her broken laugh.

Cooking begins.

Nayla's hand moved smartly using the apron. Then he took one half-sized bowl, and broke the egg in it. Before stirring it, Nayla adds flavoring with the characteristic red wrap, a little salt and a pinch of pepper powder. Only after that Nayla stirred it with soup until evenly distributed.

Eitsa. Don't forget to add the leeks before frying.!

Speaking of eggs, Nayla remembers when she was a child. Still Primary School. Almost every morning the sarapanya is a fried egg with a lot of chives, and added sweet soy sauce on top of the rice. And strangely, Nayla's lips never get bored with that food at all. Almost every day..

Especially when eaten with hot rice. My God, it's like beating the cuisine of a restaurant in a five-star hotel. I feel like wanting again and again.

Including food that is common, actually, all Indonesian people would also like. Except for the anti-egg....

Not only that, but it used to be

When Nayla was a child, Mama Riana very painstakingly fed her every morning before Nayla left for school. While nagging the unclear style of mothers, because the confused little Nayla looking for a pair of socks.

It's a little kid forgets...

Therefore, every time the school came home the socks were placed in his place...

Anyway, if the breakfast does not run out do not love your pocket money

Nayla smiled wryly remembering it.

Ahh, Nayla is kangen Mama..

Left daydreaming, the same spanulanya wok was his own work gaes. tuh see, do not feel the eggs are perfectly cooked. Very satisfied with the results of his own fritters.

"Well, where's the kale.?" Nayla asked while looking for the next material to be executed.

"That's not cooking.. Mbak Nayla later daydreamed...

Almost an hour ago you fried the eggs.."

"Book?" Nayla said she did not believe it. Then he saw the clock on the wall. "Gosh..how long can I cook it...?"

Mbak Nana chuckles mockingly. Nayla's hand reflex rubbed her nape. Embarrassed.

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Waiting for her like a lot first, then new up again... 🙄