Reyhan, My husband
Not Understanding Each Other
Reyhan flushed his body under a warm shower. This luxurious bathroom shows who the owner is.
But Reyhan was not at all surprised, he had been in a place like this before.
When he was a kid. Where else if not at Papa's?
Yes, Mr. Adma.
Remember, Reyhan also comes from a fairly distinguished family. Only, he himself chose a mediocre life like this. Life is like a person who does not have. His reason? Reyhan said he wanted to challenge the world. What a ridiculous reason, right?
Reyhan came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was still half wet. Making Nayla who was sitting in bed feeling amused and fascinated.
Instantly, Nayla's red cheeks blushed as she unintentionally stared in amazement at the scene that passed not far from her seat.
Reyhan is perfect....
Nayla's mind ran around mischievously remembering the romantic scene that had happened between her and Reyhan. But why hasn't Reyhan touched her? Was she really waiting for me to love her first huh?
Or I'll just say that I love her, how?
Gosh darn. What the hell was Nay thinking? You stupid.!
It was good that the man did not impose his will. Not demanding her right as a husband. Why are you suddenly crazy Nayla?
Huh.. Nayla is at war with her own mind.
"Nay, where did you put my clothes?"
Reyhan's voice resuscitated Nayla from her daydream. Instantly he stood up to help Reyhan remove his clothes.
Shitdarn..
Nayla's heart beat faster when she was in the same room in the half-naked state of Reyhan.
"Hey, why are you standing there?"
Instead of moving to tell Reyhan where his clothes were, Nayla instead stood silently staring at the doorstep. Watch Reyhan with a blank look.
"Eh what?"
Walk closer to one of the closet shelves clumsily.
"This is Rey, your shirt. Taraa....
I bought you some t-shirts and pants. Your clothes are too little."
Nayla said as much as possible after successfully mastering herself from nervousness. Show Reyhan that she can be a good wife by preparing Reyhan's clothes.
But, Reyhan even silently wrinkled his forehead.
"Where did you buy these clothes from? aren't you working yet?"
Ask Reyhan.
"Rey, Papa gave me an unlimited credit card. And I'm free to use whatever I want. Including buying my husband this shirt."
Don't we? Nayla is not wrong dong if she intends to buy Reyhan who has legally become her husband is a dress?
What's wrong anyway? Nayla used to use credit cards to treat her friends. So I don't know if she wants to give to her husband too.
" But Nay...Ouch....."
Reyhan rubbed his head violently. He wanted to get angry, how could a son-in-law use her in-laws' money to buy clothes? It was too insulting to his pride.
But Reyhan doesn't want to be mad at Nayla. He took his own clothes. Then walk left Nayla who stood there in confusion.
Where's wrong? Why is he so anyway.?
"Rey, are you angry?"
Nayla asked Reyhan who was seen sitting on the sofa. Reyhan seems to be ignoring Nayla.
"Next time don't be..." Reyhan flat.
"Why? Where is the fault anyway? I'm just trying to be a good wife by preparing for all your needs. Why are you so upset?"
Nayla answered loudly.
"Could you not follow Nay. ? Don't argue and ask questions like that?"
Again Reyhan said in a cold tone. Next he came out. Leaving Nayla alone in the room.