(Not) Old Friday

The Nayla House

Nayla finally opened the door. Their eyes were held for a moment.

At once Reka stood up and approached Nayla. "Nay, you finally want to see me. I want to talk to you."

Nayla is still silent. He did not even let Rita in.

"Nay, it's not like you think. I love you the same. Let's go home."

Nayla shook her head.

"Yes I will stay here waiting for you until you want to go home" said Reka again.

Nayla did not answer, she turned her body and went into the house.

"Nay." The designer followed Nayla's steps while holding her increasingly twisted stomach, finally choosing to sit on the living room chair.

"Son, why?" asked Bu Lela who saw the face of Reka like holding back the pain.

"It looks like my ulcer relapsed."

"So you haven't eaten this morning? I've got heartburn, you're drinking let the pain subside."

Hearing that, Nayla hurriedly took an ulcer medicine and a glass of water then given to Reka without being told by her mother. His reflexes were so good that he followed his heart.

Bu Lela just smiled to see Nayla who was actually also very attentive with her husband.

"Thank you." The plan immediately took the medicine.

"Mother to the back first. After the pain subsides directly eat. Or if you want to take a break take it to your room, Nay" said Bu Lela while moving from the living room.

Nayla did not answer. During the two weeks of marriage, Reka had never slept in her room. In a spacious bed, the design is very nosy especially if they have to sleep stuck in a narrow bed.

"Mas Reka just go home. I want to stay here" said Nayla.

"Well, I want to stay here, too." The design chimed in on Nayla's sentence confidently.

"Mas Reka couldn't possibly be at home in my cramped house. My room is only a quarter of Mas Reka's room."

Small smiling design. He always had a million words to reply to Nayla's argument. "No papa, nice dong narrow-narrow."

"It's hot, there's no ac."

"It's hot to just undress."

Nayla grunts annoyed. "It's up to Mas Reka. But don't complain later." Nayla stood up and walked to the back. Moments later he returned with a plate of rice and complete with his side dishes.

"Eat first, Mas. Like, not like at Mas Reka's house."

The designer smiled and brought the plate closer and started eating. But Reka's stomach was already bad, she was getting slow to eat it.

"Why? The food's not good?" tanya Nayla who saw the movement of Reka getting slower.

Reka shook her head. "It's not. I'm late eating so it feels like my stomach is full."

Nayla grabs the still-full plate of Reka then she starts to feed it. "I don't want to be sick just because of me."

The designer smiled slightly as he accepted the bribe after bribe from Nayla.

"Say I want to be fed. Just got a sick stomachache..." Nayla still nags while feeding Reka.

Despite being lectured during her meal, Reka's heart was very happy because it meant Nayla was paying attention to her.

"Drink first." Nayla takes a glass of water after the rice on the Reka plate runs out.

Designa's lips were endlessly smiling and received Nayla's attention.

The designer did not answer Nayla's sentence which was just the wind then it.

Moments later Bu Lela came out and told Reka to rest because Nayla must have just let her go. "Don't plan to rest in Nayla's room."

The designer nodded then stood up and walked following Bu Lela.

"This is Nayla's room. You just stay inside."

"Yes, ma'am." Then Reka went into Nayla's 3x3 room. Although not too big but very neat with a standard size bed that is only enough for two people.

Reka saw Nayla's books lined up on a small shelf near her study desk. He picked up a thick book that read the accounting management. "You should go to college now."

He returned the book, but his hand accidentally found an upside-down frame. Out of curiosity he took the frame.

"Nayla who is it? Her boyfriend?"

"Why's Mas Reka?" asked Nayla while taking the photo from the hands of Reka.

"Who is that guy?" ask Reka while folding her hands in front of her chest.

"Indeed, I'm someone who has a past." Nayla took the photo from inside the frame then tore it up and threw it away.

The design smiled obliquely. Apparently Nayla was a heartbroken victim.

"Maybe you haven't been able to move on from that guy?" accuse Reka. He also did not want to lose to Nayla to accuse each other.

Nayla grunts annoyed. Then he threw himself on the bed. "Don't go back to accusing."

The design follows Nayla up on the bed and pulls Nayla's body into her arms.

"Mas Reka don't hug gini, hot days." Nayla tried to take off Reka's embrace but Reka's embrace just got tighter.

"Actually you love me not the same? Yesterday he said love is with me. Now I'm seeing another picture of a guy in your room." The design held back Nayla's rebellious body wanting to escape her embrace.

Nayla finally fell silent no longer. "He's ex. Just an ex and I've forgotten it."

"Nay, I know everyone has a past. We start again everything. I love you as Nayla, not as a substitute" said Reka, breaking Nayla's long hair.

Nayla was just speechless, her chest heaving violently. "You want proof, right? I will follow you wherever you go. If you want to stay here, I will also accompany you to stay here. If you want to go home, let's go home together. Or do you want to stay in my own house with your mother?"

Nayla looked up at Reka. The anger in his heart immediately rumbled to hear the soft word Reka. "Design Mas has his own house?"

The designer nodded his head. "I bought it a long time ago, we live with your mother. We're starting to be a real family."

Then they looked at each other and smiled.

"Want? Tomorrow we start moving. You also have to start college again."

Nayla again hid her face in the chest of the Reka field while nodding small.

"This is the last time you're angry with me because of my past. Later in the afternoon I'll take you somewhere so you'll be more sure of me."

"Where?" ask Nayla.

"Somewhere ." Design kissed in the top of Nayla's head. "That makes you realize that you shouldn't be as angry as you were last night."

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