Reyhan, My husband
Classic Semi Modern

Nayla's car stopped right in a yard that wasn't too wide.

In terms of Nayla's first sight, Reyhan's house is far no nicer than her Papa's.

This house is too simple. Far from fancy words.

Then how can Reyhan live this long with his children?

Anyway papa why the hell, why should an ordinary man like this who he chose for Nayla? Jeezoo. Nayla

Without Nayla knowing, the semi-modern classic one-story house that is still under construction for the second floor is purely the result of Reyhan's own efforts. From the sale of his Bookstore which has successfully opened branches in many places a year ago.

It wasn't Reyhan who couldn't make a better home. It's just that Reyhan was more focused on his function than just thinking about the model.

The house is not just itself occupying. There are many poor children who get the warmth of family and shelter in it.

Jeni, Angga, Roni, Rista, Afif, Janu, Candra and Naura.

Their smiles were the encouragement of Reyhan in his difficult times.

"Ayoo down"

Reyhan cried while trying to unbind the seat belt.

"That's really your house?"

Not moving from his seat. Nayla still felt inexhaustible with the man beside her. Papa's choice man.

He's so simple. It is very different from Satya.

Satyaa... What is she doing now?

"Why? Ayooo hurry down.!!"

Help Nayla untie her safety rope. Reyhan knew what Nayla had in mind. He just smiled faintly in response to it.

Nayla gets out of the car and walks beside Reyhan lazily. I don't know what foreign feelings he had.

He was shocked when a burly hand holding him led him to walk together towards the house.

"Don't look outside. You don't know the warmth that's created inside."

The house, actually, is not too bad. Simple and deliberately made semi-classical modern models.

It's just, Nayla is used to living in a luxurious house like a palace. Hence, she felt alien to her husband's house.

"Rey, after we get married we'll stay at Papa's, right?"

Reyhan refused to answer. He turned the door and opened it.

He walked in a few steps until he stood at the door of his room.

"This is our room"

This is seriously his room up ahead like this. If the room in front of the trus where the living room dong?

It's weird, right?

"Serious room in front of this Rey?"

Reyhan did not have time to answer a woman older than him approached and greeted them.

"Eh, Rey is home? Is this to his wife? Pretty fuckin..."

Who else is this?

Why call him Mas? Is she older than Reyhan? He may not be his sister, right?

Nayla smiled clumsyly.

"Oh yeah, I know Reyhan's wife, her name is Nayla."

Reyhan smiled sweetly at Nayla. His charm again forced Nayla to admire him even if it was only a few seconds.

Nayla just smiled in response. His hands extended forward to introduce themselves...

"Mayela ..."

"Call me Nana...."

The woman named Mbak Nana returned Nayla's hand. As a sign of their introduction.

"Don't hesitate to ask for help mbak Nana yes if Mbak Nayla needs help here."

"Thank you...." Nayla replied politely.

"Oiyaaa ma'am, are the children home?" Ask Reyhan.

"The Angga's entourage has not yet.. Maybe in a minute....."

Ma'am Nana replied glancing at the wall clock.

"Yaudah, later if they have come home please tell me to gather at the place to eat.. Nih Mama Baru would not ask acquaintances.all of us have lunch together.

Now her new mama wants to do it first."

Reyhan cried while blinking one eye.

Smiling smirked as she looked at Nayla's face which was somehow difficult to pin down.

Nana's laughter broke. Responding to his boss's frown.

"Mas Reyhan there's nothing..."