Reyhan, My husband
Crying In Silence

Nayla snatches an upset in the car. Far away he approached his Papa to the office, but the results were still nil. It seemed, Nayla wanted to ask Reyhan directly for what reason made him want to marry Nayla, but the man would definitely not want to answer in detail.

Your papa is too good Nay, I can't refuse him...!

Such was the roughly answer Nayla would get if she had the guts to ask Reyhan directly.

But if you ask now? It won't. Don't expect Nayla to start a conversation with her husband.

Yes, even though who the woman who was with Reyhan had not known her status clearly, but seeing Pak Zeko's belief in Reyhan made Nayla a little relieved. There is at least a certain power to control emotions. Nayla doesn't trust Reyhan, but Nayla trusts her Papa.

It's getting late afternoon. Nayla is confused where else to go now.

Want to go to Sari's house again? That's not possible.

Or Nina's house? She must be busy preparing for her wedding. How could Nayla bother him.?

While driving the car casually, Nayla finally chose to go home. In order to immediately lay himself on the bed and calm his heart, again alone.

Nayla thought? What is the point of having a husband? Even at a time like this, Nayla still felt alone.

Consciousness returned. Instead of always thinking negatively, mending Nayla plays audio to listen to her favorite songs. Occasionally Nayla glances at her natural face without make up in the rearview mirror.

What was beautiful about her ordinary face like this? Why do so many of his college friends say that Nayla is beautiful?

Nayla gets confused, but luckily her bad thoughts get sidetracked . Now he is arguing with himself.

Although for the business of his eyes, Nayla could not dodge. He himself realized that he had beautiful eyes. Clear and big black. It's like wearing softlen even though Nayla doesn't know how to use it.

***

Time shows at eight o'clock. After finishing enjoying her dinner with Riana and Zeko, Nayla decided to return to the room. Today, his life is exhausting. No, not just his life, his heart too. Nayla's world is so fucked up today.

Don't ask Reyhan where ya, Reyhan hasn't come home yet. Still the same as the last week, today he will definitely go home late as well.

Nayla really misses Reyhan. Not only does she miss her intimate touch, but everything Reyhan once was, Nayla misses him so much.

Her tears just drip out again. It feels very unwilling, if Reyhan really betrayed him. How will their wedding be? Will Nayla choose silence to remain Reyhan's wife? Or is it better to just give up?

His crying grew sobbing under the covers imagining a possible farewell. Undeniably, Nayla is feeling a great fear right now. Nayla can't afford to lose Reyhan all of a sudden.

Nayla does not want the dark story with Satya to happen again.

Dear God, please strengthen my husband's heart... Don't make me lose like that again...

Half an hour into her mind that was too far away, Nayla heard the sound of footsteps behind the door.

Is that Reyhan?

Nayla immediately wiped her tears, then turned her back to the door and pretended to be asleep as someone entered her room.

The sound of footsteps getting closer made Nayla close her eyes even more under the blanket that covered her body to the limit of the neck.

Nayla felt the touch of a hand that gently stroked her head. A touch that Nayla misses.

"Have you had a good day today ?"

Reyhan said beside Nayla's ear.

Cup...

Reyhan kisses Nayla's head from behind, allowing Nayla to feel the affection of her treatment. Unwittingly, they actually both miss. Nayla who misses Reyhan by his side, also with Reyhan who misses Nayla without being disturbed by her busyness.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy so I can't keep you company...." His whisper was again able to make Nayla's heart rustle.

A few minutes Reyhan was still there. Stroking Nayla's hair over and over again. Even under the blanket, Nayla held tight in her heart.

Until finally, Reyhan went to clean himself in the bathroom, and at the same time, Nayla finally cried in silence. Resisting feelings that he was unable to express.

Then who was that woman?