(Not) Old Friday

Maaf

"Nay, right you still want to work as a cleaning service at the Reka office?" ask Luna to Nayla who is ready to go to work.

"Yes Mother. In a few days I'll be back in college" Nayla said. Since she was still just working, there was no way she would suddenly stop and disappear, even though her boss was her own husband.

"Yes, you go with the plan."

Nayla's intention was to set out on her own but her kind-hearted in-laws told Nayla to wait for Reka.

"Yes dear. Let's go." The design that had just come out of the room immediately held Nayla's hand.

They also say goodbye to both parents. With her hands still together, Reka and Nayla get out of the house and get into the car.

"Later down before the office," Nayla messages before Reka drives her car.

The design smiled obliquely. "Why do I have to hide. I'm used to it if anyone knows our relationship." The designer began to drive his car on a fairly jammed road that morning.

"But I'm ashamed, because in reality this marriage is based only on business not love."

While focusing on the streets that morning, Reka was still chatting with Nayla. "If I love you?" ask suddenly.

Nayla smiled wryly. "Pak Reka is not my same love but my same face that is similar to Mr. Reka's future wife."

After that there was no talk between them anymore.

As per Nayla's request, Reka stopped her car a few meters before the office. After Nayla got off, she walked into the office and went inside.

As usual, he prepared his cleaning equipment and headed for the room.

There was a different taste when Nayla entered the room, while Reka was sitting casually on her sofa.

Nayla said nothing more, she started cleaning the office floor. It should not come so early, but since Nayla works in her office, Reka always comes an hour earlier than office hours.

The designer stood up and approached Nayla. He grabbed the mop handle Nayla was holding and placed it near the table. "From tomorrow let me have another cleaning service clean up this place." then Reka grabbed Nayla's hand to sit on the sofa.

"Sir, it's working hours later if my job is not right to be scolded by Vita."

Small smiling design. "You forgot who's boss in this place."

Yes, Nayla almost forgot about it, if the one who now sits next to her and is the big boss of the company is her husband.

"Yes, at the pretend husband's house. If it's the boss here." said Nayla.

The plan grabbed Nayla's shoulder and brought her closer. "Why do you always make me tense every morning?"

"Stretched?" He recalled the incident this morning again who forgot to bring his change of clothes to the bathroom. "That's Mr. Reka who thinks he's dirty."

"Indeed you think, I'm an abnormal guy who doesn't want to see your body." The design further removed the distance between them.

Nayla moved her face away as Reka's face drew closer.

Then Reka rubbed gently on Nayla's cheek. "I'd love you a double salary if you would serve me every night. In addition to money, you also get a reward."

Instantly Nayla pushed Reka hard. That sentence of Design had really hurt his heart. He felt low on his pride just because he needed money.

"What kind of woman do you think I am?! I wouldn't do it without love and one more thing, Mr. Reka really wanted me because Mr. Reka thinks I'm Azkia. But baby I can't love Mr. Reka like Azkia."

Nayla took her cleaning equipment and walked out of the room. He was in such a hurry, that he accidentally nudged Sifa on the shoulder.

"Hey, if that road uses eyes!" sifa shouted annoyedly.

But Nayla didn't bother him, not even to apologize. He kinj rubbed a drop of tears that managed to escape with the back of his hand while walking quickly.

"Nov, it looks like Mr. Reka there's a similar cleaning service affair here."

Sifa was getting serious about hearing Nova's story across there.

"What's? Yes, I'll do it."

Sifa decided on her call. "Nayla, you think you can approach Mr. Reka easily. You're wrong!" Sifa smiled obliquely.

...***...

From the morning, his heart was not calm. He shouldn't have asked Nayla to do that. Until he dares to offer money to Nayla. Now Nayla is getting upset with Reka.

Finally, Reka came out of her room and decided to meet Nayla. He went down to the ground floor and walked towards the pantry. Several pairs of eyes stared at the arrival of his big boss.

Nayla was standing and making drinks.

"Nay.." call Reka while standing next to Nayla.

Nayla did not answer, she just rolled her eyes because she was still upset with Reka. He shifted his legs away from Reka but Reka came back closer.

"Nay, I'm sorry about that..."

Echa who was near them, just stared at their perplexed closeness. Did Nayla and Reka have a special relationship?

"Nay, I didn't mean to offend you" Reka said.

Nayla finally turned her body and looked at Reka. "The sentence has already been spoken, it is difficult to retract. Mr. Reka, please go back to the room instead of us attracting the attention of others."

Reka shook her head. "I don't care. The important thing is you forgive me."

"I'm sorry I'm that important? Even though I am angry, or how it still has no effect is the same Mr. Reka. Mr. Reka take it easy I'll keep doing my job at home."

Suddenly, Nayla's shoulder blade made eyeballs that saw their scene almost out of place.

"I want to apologize to you, because I was wrong" said Reka so begged.

Nayla just lowered her gaze. He did not dare to stare at the two Netra Designs who were so keenly staring at him.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Mr. Reka better go back to my room."

"okay." The design turned her back after gently rubbing Nayla's cheeks. Apparently, the designer does not care if the relationship will be revealed.

"O my God. I didn't look wrong." Echa approached Nayla and wanted to gossip. "What is your relationship with Mr. Reka?"

"Only business."

Echa is getting closer. "What business? You?"

"Don't get dirty on his mind. I don't think so." Nayla looks around her place making sure that the place is safe. "So..." Nayla tells the true chronology.

"What's? That's called escape!"

💞💞💞

.

Don't forget to like and comment...