Reyhan, My husband
Emotions Continue

Nayla's mind raged with what she had just seen. Make him lose control.

While the car is speeding up. After delivering her best friend back home, Nayla now does not know where else to go. Clearly, he still refused to go home.

While crying, Nayla continued to drive her car through the crowded city streets. The focus is split between driving and Reyhan.

Who exactly is Reyhan? Is he really a good man?

Or was Nayla the one who misjudged.?

Disappointment filled his heart. Nayla already considered Reyhan as a good man. Which is worth loving.

A man who can accept her with all the shortcomings of Nayla. What other surprises are these?

Was Reyhan secretly disappointed that he wasn't the first for Nayla?

Nayla seemed to have been taken flying in the sky with Reyhan's good attitude all this time. His tenderness, his kindness, his maturity, his calm carrying attitude, and the man's romanticism have made Nayla's life like a real princess. Now, Reyhan is like slamming Nayla's body into the abyss silently with a betrayal.

While still crying, Nayla felt her own chest that felt increasingly painful. His left hand hit his chest many times.

A betrayal can't be Nayla's tolerance. Unknowingly, along with her tears that flowed more and more, Nayla stepped on the gas pedal deeper as well. Until he let his guard down, a little boy passed by in front of him and...

Ciiiiittt...

Nayla's world was dark when her head hit the steering wheel. And now she's really crying in the car out loud anyway. Spill out all her sadness that she self-absorbed.

In fact, the dizziness on his head that was bleeding due to the impact had not been felt by Nayla. Nayla also ignored the large number of people crowded outside who watched. His heart hurts more than what he is going through today.

Why is the world so evil..? Hikksss

Satisfied crying in the car, Nayla realized when a man knocked on her car glass many times. Making Nayla inevitably have to get out of the car and be responsible for this accident.

"I'm fine sir..how is the boy sir..?" Nayla asked politely in a daze looking for victims."Ayoo sir quickly, taken to the hospital alone..."

"He's fine, too. That's there..." Said the middle-aged man while pointing towards the victim's boy. "Maybe it's just shock.."

"Ah thank goodness...have anyone been hurt?" Nayla asked and the man shook his head. "Are there any parents..?"

A mother wearing a headscarf with sleeves that only covered a third of her hands was seen worrying about her son. "Excuse me... I'm sorry Mom, I'm not...."

"It's okay mbak, this is my son's fault, he indeed if crossing like carelessly..."

"Maybe it's my fault too ma'am, who drives too fast. Is there anything I can help you with? I'll be responsible for all the losses..." Nayla.

"Ah doesn't seem necessary. My son no one was hurt..." Answer the mother feeling sad.

"All right then..." Nayla reached into her bag, took some money. "It's for the mother's son yes, make snacks.... And here, there's my husband's business card, if there's anything you can call, ma'am..."

"Thank you mbakk. thank you..."

"I'll excuse you then...."

Nayla returned to the car and drove back with a slightly relieved feeling now. Perhaps some of his emotions had already decayed along with his falling tears. Although there is still half of his emotions that still reign. At least it's better than before.

Now Nayla knows where she's going.

The car is traveling at medium speed. Time shows at half-five in the afternoon. The sunlight has dimmed.

Along with the dimming of the beautiful girl who was once famous for her cheerfulness.

Her hair is so messy. Not as neatly scattered as before. His eyes were puffy, reducing the clear twinkle of his black-pitched bead. Moreover, her face that was wet because of tears made Nayla inevitably have to remove her makeup with a tissue in the car. Nayla doesn't care much about her appearance.