Reyhan, My husband
The Dining Room
Nayla walked slowly behind her husband. Treading the sole owner of the step he recognized in the house was heading towards their dining room.
His mind wandered far away. Imagine the possibilities that could have happened with her and her husband's eight children.
I just haven't thought about having children, how could I suddenly have to be a mother of eight?
What if Rey's kids are naughty?
Or what if they don't accept me as their mama? What if they reject me?
That's so embarrassing, right?
"Rey....."
She hesitantly called her husband. His face held back in annoyance as Reyhan ignored him.
"Reyhan is not..."
"What the hell, baby? ha? Don't be afraid here. Ayoooo"
Reyhan held Nayla's hand into the dining room. Sure enough, Nayla's hands were cold.
Reyhan chuckles amusedly. His wife must have been nervous.
He should have walked very slowly. Basic female.
Why is she adorable anyway?
Reyhan pulled out a chair and invited Nayla to sit down, after which she took a seat next to Nayla.
Nayla's eyes are perfectly rounded. Is correct. There were four boys sitting on the left side. Four girls sit on the right side.
Then at the end of the table that faced him directly there was Ma'am Nana, and I don't know..
a middle-aged man.
Nayla was confused. What kind of situation is he facing right now?
If they were Reyhan's children, why would there be Naura? Didn't Naura herself say that Reyhan was her Om?
Is it possible that Reyhan was just working on it?
Or are they just Reyhan's nephews?
But why gather here?
Gosh darn.. The lack of information Nayla has about Reyhan leads her to a difficult situation to understand.
Nayla raised her next to her eyebrows. Who exactly is Reyhan?
"Nay, eat it first. I will definitely be clear..
Nayla saw the plate. And yes, oh, gosh
It turned out that Reyhan had filled his plate with a lot of food. Why is Nayla not aware anyway..?
"Thank you...."
Nayla answered awkwardly. And start putting in the food bribes for bribes.
There were many questions that were going around his mind. All same. About Reyhan.
This dining table. Nayla started to feel warmth.
They all ate without a sound. Without talking. But look,
The girl who started her teens occasionally rubbed the softly-splattered cheeks of Naura. Throw away one grain of rice left there.
Same with boys. The bigger ones help the smaller ones. Ungoverned. Uncommanded.
Everything just goes by. As if I was used to it.
For a moment Nayla glanced at her husband. Reyhan ate casually. A smile always emanated as he watched the children eat voraciously.
Until the food was gone, it left little leftover.
Slowly but surely. They worked together to stack the dirty dishes into two parts.
Then the two biggest boys immediately brought the plate to the back.
"Emmm..Jenna, Rista.. Wash the dishes later. Sit here first...."
Is Reyhan really this gentle? So what exactly is Reyhan's relationship with all of them.?
"So gini.. Om Reyhan wants to know you all, sister Nayla... It's the guy.."
"Halooo..."
Nayla said hello...
"Son Nayla is his wife Om Rey, and another from now on, Brother Naura is part of us."
"Asiikkkk.. means there is a new theme dong Om..?"
Said a man with a perfectly fluffy smile. He was a kid. Maybe still in elementary school.
"Haloo brother...." Everyone greeted Nayla in turn. With a smile that Nayla was sure was sincere.
Except Naura. He walked over to Nayla's side. As always....
"Sister.. The stool.."