The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Sableng Girl

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Elsewhere. A few years ago.

This is where Nayla is now. In his new home, which is more specific. The house belongs to Mahendra Wijaya, her sir husband who had earlier made his sacred promise in front of the pak penghulu and witnessed the witnesses selected by Mahen. And also Nayla's Mom and Dad.

Under the dark night sky. The atmosphere felt from dusk until now. A very cold wind pierced into his bones. As expected, the star does not come to enliven the sky to accompany the goddess of the night because the goddess of the night was not really present to heed the sky in the sky.

Sepi taste. Nayla just sits alone on the terrace of a minimalist house but still impressed with its luxury. He's been sitting there for almost two hours. But not a single person passed by in front of his new dwelling.

He breathed for the umpteenth time. Waiting for her husband to come is not easy. She must be self-aware and be able to put her position as the wife of Siri, which only her womb needs. Not a loving marriage between himself and the CEO of Wijaya Group.

Every now and then he checks the screen of his phone given by Mahen as a gift. To make sure that the person giving the cell phone will give you the news of his arrival tonight. At first glance Nayla glanced at the small number in the corner of her phone screen already showing at eleven p.m. He just sat, looking ahead. Sighing his breath, playing with the tip of his fingers and occasionally squeezing the end of the clothes he was wearing. Then hope that the clouds don't let down the rain tonight.

Is it wrong if he wishes Mahen would come tonight?

However, his hopes were evaporating in the air. His prayers are not answered tonight. The rain came down from thick clouds.

'Finally you do not agree with my heart, Rain! But, maybe out there a lot of people are waiting for your arrival, rain! May your presence always be a blessing to many who really need you. And it will not curse you with a million words of its absorbency that do not desire your presence, ' Nayla's mind speaks for itself.

Nayla moved from her seat on the terrace. He stepped his feet into a luxurious minimalist house with all the modern furniture. The house looks small, but there is a long corridor. And Nayla continued to step towards the occupancy of her room, while circulating her gaze throughout the room through it.

'It's a shame that this big and luxurious house, only I live here. Suppose this house is occupied by a whole and harmonious family. It will certainly feel more alive and beautiful, ' Inner Nayla.

Nayla prances on pleasure, shaking her hips to the right and to the left. After jumping on a king-size bed in a room dominated by black and white.

"Yes.. Yes.. It's not coming tonight! Not playing war. Doctor-medicine! His doctor is again in the central hospital! Haha.. Tonight, I'm off duty. Enjoy your night in peace, Nayla! Not necessarily tomorrow night, your sleep will be sound and peaceful!' his hands were clenched and thrust into the air.

"I'm free." he said.

But, a few seconds later, the smile gradually disappeared from the corner of Nayla's lips. Turned into a deep disappointment. He scratched his lower lip.

Nayla let out her sigh, through a scream. His voice was heard by the male with tears suddenly sliding free from the eye peluk. There is nothing more devastating than a girl losing her future.

Suppose the tragedy did not take away his father's health. Tonight he could not have gone through in solitude. First night! Yes, it's a beautiful night for the lovers who have tied up their sacred vows. A night that both will spend in joy.

In his tears, he felt a deep pain. However, never once did he regret what had been decided. Sadness and pain in a row, come simultaneously. To take away the joy and happiness of a nineteen year old girl. Nayla Suherman's. A beautiful name given by his Father and Mother. So that the path of his life destiny is as beautiful as his name. But ultimately fate says something else. As if it is so worth mentioning horribly and tragically.

However, the young girl flicked and stretched her chest with whatever happened in her life later. Because he grew up with a firm stance and equipped with strong religious upbringing. Parental affection along the way, that's his life guide. Either end up with a happy or sad word.

Even in his life he never dreamed of getting a husband of a businessman. Moreover, a very influential CEO in this country. Far from his dream. Having a small family that is harmonious and happy like the household of his parents only. Nayla is grateful. He threw away a dream that was hard for him to grasp.

Again Nayla glanced at the small number in the corner of her phone screen. It's early morning, Om Galak definitely won't be here, asking for niu niu. By closing his eyes, it did not feel like his fingers were flat counting the floating arrival of Mahen.

"To here. Hesitant. Inhere. Hesit."

Back and forth Nayla counted to her ten fingers until her eyes were tightly closed, with gaping lips still faithfully learning to count.

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Thirty minutes later, Mahen's car is perfectly parked in the garage of his new home with Nayla.

Mahen breathed a long breath, then closed for a while. Drowning his face in his fingers against each other. He's trying to stabilize his heartbeat.

'I hate this kind of situation! Why do problems come and go because of Giska! He's the one responsible for the accident on Mr. Hadi, Nayla's father! Although I hate this stupid wedding so much, but at least I don't want Mama to know what Giska is doing, behind my back! Because Giska's life was completely immersed in money and wealth!'

Just now, Mahen is about to open the car door. Suddenly the electricity went out, along with a flash of lightning. Walk into the house while turning on the flashlight from his phone.

Mahen continued to swing his legs towards the tightly closed room occupancy. Slowly he pushed the doorknob in front of him, afraid to disturb the calmness of rest of a girl who was sleeping on a king-size bed.

In the dark and desolate. Silent. Only the light from his cell phone flashlight illuminated the room. How surprised Mahen with the view presented by the young girl who had officially become his wife this morning.

I don't know!

A coincidence or deliberate prepared by the girl. But more precisely is a reckless word! What if there is a thief who suddenly enters this room? Ahhhh... Jatah Jalu will be preceded by her. Really sableng girl!

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