(Not) Old Friday

Is Love?

That afternoon, Nova came to Reka's office. He just entered the room Reka but it turns out there is only Angga who is working in the room.

"Where are you?" ask Nova.

"Home on. Some days not to the office." answered Angga while staying focused with the screen of his laptop.

"Why?" ask Nova again. He was so curious about Reka.

"In company of his wife who still can not walk." answered Angga, without seeing Nova at all.

"So Nayla is indeed his wife Kak Reka?" Nova still doesn't believe that. Though Reka had said it when the bombing tragedy that made the bully was immediately fired.

"Yes." answered Angga briefly. He picked up his phone and walked out of the office.

Nova observes Reka's desk, looking for something that could bring Nayla down. He was sure, between Reka and Nayla must have happened something until they suddenly married.

"This photo?" Nova took a photograph of the overstretched phone plane. "This is a photo of Kak Reka with Azkia first. This face is very similar to Nayla. Not because of this did Reka marry Nayla."

Nova rushes to find something in the drawer of the table. The pile of documents he saw one by one quickly. Until he found a document that really caught his attention.

"Wedlock contract letter?" Nova took the letter and read it. "So their marriage was only under contract." Nova stuffed the document into her bag and she immediately walked out of the room.

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A few days passed, now Nayla was able to walk even though it was still slow and had to be careful.

"Remember, don't run, it will hurt again" said Reka. She finally doesn't have to carry Nayla if she wants something.

"Yes. I'm a little kid running around." Nayla sat on the edge of the bed while moving her legs slowly.

"Capek also every day carry you to the bathroom. Body slim but heavy."

Nayla did not respond to Reka's jokes. She smiled instead considering the sweet attitude of Reka these few days to her. It seems like the love viruses are spreading more and more in her.

"Why are you smiling now?" ask Reka. He shifted himself and wrapped his hands around Nayla's stomach. It has been a few days also Nayla did not avoid Reka's embrace.

"Yes happy, my legs are finally healed" replied Nayla. Although actually he was happy to get sweet treatment from Reka.

"Really? No other factors?" The designer now sits behind Nayla while resting her chin on Nayla's shoulder.

Nayla shook her head. Feeling the embrace of a person like this alone makes Nayla's heartbeat soar.

"Hmm, Nay..."

"What?"

"I want to end our contract" Reka said suddenly.

The deg!

Hearing that, Nayla's heart seemed to stop beating for a while. He used to want the contract to expire soon but now, he really did not want the contract to expire. He had gotten used to being with Reka and now he was afraid of losing Reka.

The design smiled obliquely. He rubbed Nayla's cheek gently. "Are you sure you can escape from my shadow?"

"Hmm, me, hmm..." Nayla couldn't answer. The soft touch of this design will surely be missed when Reka no longer touch it.

"I don't mean like you have in mind."

Instantly Nayla turned her body and looked at Reka. "Certainly? Meaning what?"

"Yes, I want us to forget about the contract. I want us to go through our marriage without any business." After several days of being Nayla's husband, Reka increasingly wants to have Nayla as a whole.

Nayla looked at Reka doubtfully. "But we don't love each other."

Instantly, Reka's gaze turned dark. "Aren't you in love with me?" ask Reka.

Nayla was silent. He is still afraid if it turns out that Reka still loves Azkia and considers her a substitute for Azkia. "I don't know myself either."

Slowly, Reka pulled Nayla's body to lie on the bed. "Do you feel bad about every time you get near me?" ask Reka. Now he was on top of Nayla's body and slightly overstretched her.

Nayla is speechless. Even to nod it feels very heavy.

"I can't force you. If you don't love me, you have the right to choose, to stay with me or to leave." The designer continued to look at the beautiful face that was underneath it with one finger rubbing gently on Nayla's cheek.

"Hmm, i..." Nayla is getting harder to talk. Moreover, this position makes it like it runs out of oxygen. His chest felt tight even he had no energy to push Reka from above his body.

Small smiling design. "Stretched his expression. I also talked seriously about gini. What if we're on our first night?" The designer rolled his eyes tempting Nayla.

"First night?" Nayla clucked slowly. "Indeed Mas Reka himself has the same taste of me? Did Mas Reka still think of me as a substitute."

Reka. He was increasingly staring within the two Netra Nayla. He approached himself and gently kissed the lips that had become opium.

Then Reka guided Nayla's hand to hold her left chest. "You feel for yourself my heartbeat right now."

Nayla could feel the heartbeat of Reka beating fast and certainly the same as she felt.

"Nay, I'm actually..."

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of a loud knock from behind the door blew away the romantic moment.

"Delivery! I want to talk to you! Out!" niko shouted from outside her room.

Suddenly they sat down to hear the angry voice of his father. What's the matter?

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