Secretly Married to an Actor

Secretly Married to an Actor
What Is Love?


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“Eat night?” Dion stared at Reynand in disbelief at the steering wheel.


 


 


“Hmmm...” answers lazily.


 


 


“Terus lo agree that? Heh you want to be a land crocodile?!” Yes, I have a wife who still wants to eat dinner with another woman.


 


 


“Ya how to. I also don't know if it's a girl, her son Haritano.”


 


 


“Yes you can refuse Rey. Oh yes, duh. How about si?” Obviously Dion felt that Reynand was making a complicated problem of his own. Yeah, he knows Reynand doesn't want people to know who he is. In addition, the man also still refused the offer of the grandfather to become the leader of the company. Reynand reasoned that he was too young and wanted to try to open his own company. You stubborn!


 


 


“Gue just don't want them to be suspicious, yon. For now I'm playing their game.”


 


 


“Rey, your grandfather's company is bigger than the company that houses lo's artisan.lo understands!?” He resuscitated the person next to him.


 


 


“Iya I understand. But...” Reynand sighed.


 


 


“But what's Rey? It is difficult Rey if you plan your plan, it is not easy, not easy and need a process.”


 


 


“But that was my determination Yon. Not about grandpa's company." Reynand bowed for a moment trying to believe his words. "Gue, I can't. You know, I have dreams and dreams." Look at Reynand nilar.


 


 


Dion looked at Reynand intensely before looking straight back at the road, to focus on driving. He knew the person next to him was a hard worker. Even for the sake of achieving what he wants, Reynand is willing to do a job that is not him at all. Simply because he did not want to ask for help and use the name of his grandfather who is a conglomerate.


 


 


Huh! If he becomes Reynad, it is better to choose to replace his grandfather from now on. Why are we tired of building something new.


 


 


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It was after school that Nayla looked hesitantly at her two friends. He had wanted to say this from a moment ago. Why does it feel so hard.


 


 


“Nay, can you wait for an online taxi again?” Ask Sacred. Because as far as his two best friends know, Nayla always takes an online taxi after school.


 


 


That is what Nayla said. Of course he did not want to say that he was picked up by Mr. Tio or Mama Adel sometimes, or also Reynand at that time. Uh, the shadow of their hot activity in the car as it flashed again in his head.


 


 


“Nay, woi.” Saints call.


 


 


Nayla is still silent. Actually, all this time he allowed his two friends to go home first. The goal is to keep them from suspecting him.


 


 


“Nay, asked instead bengong.” Ask the holy again.


 


 


Nayla looked at her two best friends intently, doubt and fear still lingering in her heart. Should he do this.


 


 


“It, em…. Anu.”


 


 


“What is Sia Nay?” Tia frowned at Nayla's stuttering. By the way Tia no longer sulks. This morning he himself rebuked Nayla and Suci first. So Tia's the guy is so bad but it won't be long.


 


 


“Lo both want to come with me home?” Huh! Nayla said it too.


 


 


Tia and Suci accepted Nayla's invitation with joy. Because it's been a long time Nayla hasn't invited them to her house. However, the stubbornness ensues when Nayla is picked up by a private driver. Which makes a big question mark in his friend especially Tia. Tia is a friend who does not know anything about a big secret that has been hidden tightly by Nayla.


 


 


“Whose home?” whispered Tia as they set foot in the big, luxurious mansion.


 


 


“We go in first yuk?” Take Nayla with a very tight heartbeat. Eventually, one friend will know it all.


 


 


“Eh, baby you're home.” Mama Adel hugged Nayla tightly.


 


 


“Mama?” Tia turned away full of astonishment.


 


 


“Eh, this ci Nayla is the foster child in this house? Nayla's feeling is not this deh.” Tia Whisperers.


 


 


“Shut! Mending loh diem.” Sacred Word.


 


 


“Wah, his friends Nayla yes. Come in.” Bring Mama Adel.


 


 


With vulnerability and strangeness that has not subsided the two friends of Nayla also come inside.


 


 


Tia's room railed against Nayla with so many questions. Asking for an understanding of all the strange but real events he saw at this time.


 


 


“Nayla please let you explain to me now. why can you stay in this big house, where every corner there must be pictures of Reynand Anugrah?” Tia asked enthusiastically.


 


 


Nayla is still silent. He can't explain anything yet. His hands were shaking, he was too nervous. Why yes? When Saints know everything, he feels ordinary.


 


 


 


 


“And this what is Nay?” tia's eyeballs point to Reynand and Nayla's wedding photo on the wall. “Lo no, right, ngedit poto beginian?”


 


 


“Ci, you don't dong help me nanya.” Tia asked in frustration.


 


 


“Huh! Lo tu yes, at least first Nayla story.” Holy Sahut.


 


 


“So...” Nayla started to make a sound.


 


 


“So what?” Tia asked impatiently.


 


 


“Eh can be silent first. Biarin Nayla.” The Holy Dream again.


 


 


Duh, Nayla's dizzy herself. If you know Tia's reaction like this regret he invited her.


 


 


“Yes ci see deh ni son stay just explain aja hard very..” Tia began to grow angry from her impatience.


 


 


“Gue wedding…. Same person who was photographed it.” cih, why did he not just say if married to Reynand, so.


 


 


Sontak Tia chuckled. He thinks Nayla is making a joke.


 


 


“Gue seriously.”


 


 


Sure enough to see the look in Nayla's seriousness, Tia immediately fell silent.


 


 


“Since when!!?” Excited Tia and immediately sat down on the bed, staring at Nayla who was sitting next to her.


 


 


Saints who see the want to know Tia walked closer while holding her side. “Lo inget no, ever that time for more than a week now the child comes to school in a state of tangled, pale, and swollen eyes. Sort of people bored life.” The Saints begin the story.


 


 


“Oh, yes that time.” Tia tried to remember, the moments where the thinker and the feeling next to her was very stressful with her life like a major depressed person. So Nayla looks depressed over being married?


 


 


“Yes that's when this child again in the process of marriage with Reynand.” The Holy Light again.


 


 


“Why did you cry at that time, continue to be like people with mental disorders?? I'm not in love with Reynand.” It's between Tia asking innocently or provoking Nayla's reaction.


 


 


“Means lo?” Nayla can see the strangeness of Tia's eyes.


 


 


“Nothing.” Answer Tia slowly. "Gue was surprised, you didn't like being married to such a famous actor like Reynand." Stiff leg.


 


Nayla tight-lipped. Again his head immediately turned thinking by many things. It's not that he doesn't like, who tries to be ready to marry while still in school.


 


 


“Ya already dong story, how does it feel to marry Reynand?” Tia changed her question. With a cheerful face.


 


 


“Lo now, are you in love with her?” Tia searched for answers through the look on Nayla's face.


 


 


“Lo kepo really si! It doesn't take much time.” Holy timpal. Somehow she felt annoyed by the way Tia asked.


 


 


Nayla flinched at the word love. Of love? He doesn't know about love like that. He never felt it once. All he knew was his heart, his heart always showing strange beatings when he was with Reynand. Not just that, sometimes imagining the man just makes his heart feel like jumping from his body. Even today, when he heard the name Reynand called. He always felt called. Overdoing it, maybe? But that was how he felt at this moment, a beat that he had never felt before.


 


 


Reynand's? Does he feel the same pain? A guy like Reynand might feel that way about him. I don't know why it feels impossible. He knew very well, obviously the big difference between them. In terms of age, relationships, obviously they are very different. Is it possible that Reynand will love a girl like her?


 


 


He was obviously always curious as well, what the guy was always doing out there.


 


 


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