Reyhan, My husband
Night Chat

A few hours passed. Reyhan decided to return to the room after his emotions subsided.

He did not want to leave his wife for too long after he had finished his affairs with Papa. Alias Mr. Zeko who is now his father-in-law.

Reyhan hopes Nayla has realized her mistake.

Reyhan opened the door to enter the room. Spread the view throughout the room.

Nayla there is no disofa. But he found someone lying on the bed with a blanket covering his body up to his neck.

Who else if not Nayla?

Reyhan was sitting in bed next to Nayla. He patted the back of Nayla who was sleeping behind him.

"You crying?"

Reyhan asked as he found Nayla's shoulder shaking as he pleased.

"Hey, let's face it here.! Tell why?"

Reyhan tried to wipe the top of Nayla's head. Give her affection. Reyhan pulled Nayla's body and buried her head in Reyhan's chest.

Sure enough, Nayla's eyes had turned red. Maybe Nayla held back her crying earlier.

"I'm sorry, I'm not angry.."

Instead of stopping, Nayla's tears were flowing more and more. Makes Reyhan wrinkle his forehead.

Is there something wrong with his words? Why does it cry more..?

This time Reyhan chose to be quiet. While rubbing the upper arm of Nayla whose head is sinking in Reyhan's chest. Every now and then Reyhan smelled the scent of hair close to his nose.

It's not that Reyhan is lazy to seduce. He was just afraid of saying the wrong thing and making Nayla cry even more. Right now, Reyhan only wants to tell Nayla that everything is fine, through his attitude.

"You're angry, right? Why don't you appreciate me trying to be a good wife?"

Don't you? Nayla had calmed down now even though Reyhan did not explain anything. The crying has subsided. With a loud voice that came out of his mouth.

No wonder women are like that.

Sometimes when he was in a bad condition, he just needed a backrest to let out his cries. It wasn't a prank that forced her to stop crying.

Life is unique. Tears, which are mostly likened to sadness, can actually reduce the sadness itself.

"I'm not mad at Nay" Reyhan said, hugging Nayla.

"It's still a matter of those clothes, isn't it?

Nay, I'm ashamed of your Papa. What if he finds out, the money you used to buy me clothes? Wanna put where your husband's face is?"

Reyhan said calmly.

"Why indeed?"

"Because I've become your husband. I have a big responsibility to give you a living. Neither the inner living, nor the living is born..."

Reyhan was quiet for a moment. Breathe slowly while arranging the series of words that he should convey. So that Nayla could easily accept it.

Moreover, from the breath that Reyhan felt in his chest. It seems Nayla has started to calm down.

"I'm also sorry, I was wrong anyway. haven't given you money from yesterday?

Sorry, we were so busy..Our introductions were also very brief. Tomorrow you use my credit card.

And stop using Papa's money from now on..."

Reyhan said as he stroked the beautiful face of Nayla who was looking at him deeply.

Capturing the look of doubtful eyes emanated faintly from the fixed gaze of the beautiful girl who was already his wife.

Ah, maybe Nayla's afraid of burdening Reyhan. While Nayla herself knows, Reyhan has a huge responsibility that is not just on her.

But to his children too.

Not to mention Reyhan is still a student. He is still finishing his script.

He has a book shop. But what is the income enough to meet all the needs of Reyhan and them?

"Why? Trust me the same...

I'm still able to meet your needs that look like that princess..."

Reyhan taunted Nayla while raising both eyebrows. And a hard blow to his arm.

They huddled until Nayla fell asleep in her husband's arms