(Not) Old Friday

Like Sugar Daddy

She took a deep breath in front of Nayla's house. Breathing in the cold morning air filled with oxygen. The sun was still shy to show its light. He started the morning activity that day with a small warm-up.

"Mas, drink some milk first." Nayla brings a glass of warm milk to the designer.

"Milk?"

"Yes, let Mas Reka's heartburn not recur."

The designer took the glass and drank it until it ran out. Then he gave the empty glass to Nayla while whispering something. "It's good for your milk."

One more pinch was obtained by Reka from Nayla. That early her husband had already summed up.

After returning the glass to the house, Nayla began exercising early in the morning with her husband. A little run by the side of the road. Tracing a village that is still quite quiet.

"Mas usually design if sports where?"

"I usually do gym. Look at my own muscles, very seductive."

Fortunately, there were no people around, so no one heard their conversation.

At the end of the alley look mothers who are crowding vegetable makers. Some of the mothers greeted Nayla. "Naila!"

Inevitably Nayla stopped with a forced smile. "Yes, Miss Romlah, Miss Kulsum."

"Well, this is her husband. Why is marriage not legal?"

"Yes, the wedding was simple" Nayla said. There is something that the mothers ask, it will certainly be a material with other mothers.

"A very good-looking yeah. Said the director at Sanjaya's company downtown."

Nayla just smiled in response to the mothers.

"Yes, you're lucky."

"Yes ma'am, if you'll excuse me for continuing the sport." The two of them continued their steps.

"Pake what Nayla can get you that handsome conglomerate of kayaks."

"Pelet kali Bu, later if it has faded must also be discarded."

There were whispers of the mothers after Nayla and Reka passed.

"I want to give chili to the mouths of those mothers. I'm looking for ghibah material." Nayla murmured to herself after hearing that.

The designer laughed out loud. "I think you're using me. What massage is it?"

Instantly Nayla looked at Reka sharply. "Now, the study." Nayla pinches her waist Reka pretty hard.

"Aww, Nay, sick. Pinched it anyway."

"They're just like them." Nayla pursed her lips.

Then Reka embraces Nayla's shoulder while walking. "I'm willing to use you all my life."

"H, the zombies are relapsing."

They laughed together and continued their footsteps.

"Later in the afternoon we moved into the house. Let's help Mr. Ahmad and others to clean up your mother's belongings."

"Quick that? I haven't asked my mom" Nayla said. He forgot about it.

"Let's just relax, I told you yesterday that your mom and mom agreed. Transfer business has my men set up. You just keep on sleeping, all right."

"Lucky this self has Mas Reka." Nayla turned her head to the right and to the left, feeling that no one was passing by, she kissed Reka's cheek briefly. Then he quickened his footsteps ahead of Reka.

Reka smiled as she rubbed her cheeks, her heart palpitating feeling a short kiss from Nayla. Then he followed Nayla's steps, "Dare ya now."

"The perfect design."

...***...

That night, Nayla and her mother officially occupied Reka's house. Although the house has been long since Reka bought but only this time Reka occupied it. Dining event together with the large family of Reka has also been completed and completed.

"Sugar dong. Mommy is so happy to see you guys get better again. If indeed you prefer to stay at home alone is okay, then Mother will force your sister to stay with Mother" said Luna before returning from the house of Reka.

"Yes, I'll have Nina move into the house. His sentence was long over but he still liked living in that house. Bucin is with her husband." Niko gave a small smile considering her youngest daughter who turned out to be more recalcitrant than Reka.

She laughed remembering her sister. But the bucin virus is indeed very fast spread. The proof is that he feels it now.

"They, the same father Mother went home first huh. You guys are fine here." Luna hugged Nayla. "Nayla, if the naughty design is the same you say the same Mother yes."

"Yes, Mother."

"They, take care of Nayla and her mother." Niko's message.

"Ready, Dad."

"Mom Lela, we'll go home first. Bu Lela also has the right to scold Reka if she does something wrong." Luna said.

"Yes, Mom. That design is so good."

"Yes, we go home first." Both of Niko's parents came out of Reka's house.

"Mom, if you're tired of taking a break first. Nayla's tired of taking a break, too."

"Yes, you guys just sleep. I'm still gonna fold a shirt for a minute."

"Mother, let it settle with Bi Mina. I'm just sleeping" said Reka. Because in the house there were already two maids, one security guard and one driver.

Bu Lela just nodded her head. Repeatedly she was grateful that Nayla's life was now assured. There is no shortage of anything. These are her prayers every night, Miss Lela just wants her daughter's happiness and find the right match.

While Nayla has repeatedly evaporated long. "Helped a lot of people, but still the transfer felt tired." Nayla threw herself on that very soft king-size bed. "It's so safe."

"Yes, from now on this is our room. The dresser is still a message, tomorrow is coming. While you're on the wall mirror. If you need other furniture, you just say the same to me."

"It's like a dream" Nayla said as she closed her eyes feeling the comfort of her life. "Life is like a cinderella who met the prince and got rich all of a sudden. Hope it doesn't end like a flying fish soap opera. Idih, amit-amit. But more precisely I feel like a sugar daddy's stash now. There are still many who do not know that we are husband and wife."

She laughed and kissed Nayla's lips to stop fantasizing.

"Mas Reka, I'm not a sleeping princess."

The designer laughed more and then pinched the two cheeks of Nayla. "Life is realistic. Not much drama."

"Yes, I know."

"Tomorrow you must go to college. I've called the dean at your college and paid off your tuition until graduation."

"Emang Mas Reka knew the Dean at my college?"

"Know, the same lecturers there are also familiar."

"Ih, sophisticated."

"But remember, you can't walk with a guy. Regular talk is not papa origin not too familiar, let alone the same ex." The designer threw herself beside Nayla and hugged her.

"Pocecif deh."

"Well, you belong to a sugar daddy."

They laugh back. Before finally the love speech took them to dreamland.

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."