(Not) Old Friday

Someone is Following

"Where's the lecture?" ask Reka while millirik for a moment Nayla who looks very tired.

"Nothing specials. It just feels tired, even though just sitting doang. I even went straight to work. Feels this successful, so my life becomes a males gini."

The designer laughed as he grabbed Nayla's right hand with his left. "It must remain the spirit yes. There must be one thing that makes you lazy to go to college."

Nayla was silent.

"Do you want to see me?" Reka tries to tease Nayla, although she can actually guess what Nayla has in mind.

Moments later, Reka stopped her car in the parking lot of a luxury mall commonly visited by the upper middle class.

"What are you looking for?" asked Nayla with her hands constantly coiling on Reka's arms.

"Maybe you want to buy clothes, bags, or shoes for college."

Reka accompanied Nayla to choose her equipment in a store with a famous brand.

"Mas, this is why it costs so much zero" whispered Nayla when she saw the price listed on the price tag worth hundreds of thousands.

"There is a price for quality. Let it last, not quickly buy again." joked Reka. He really wants to make Nayla happy. The success he had achieved all this time was only for the people he loved.

After finishing buying some items, they headed towards the third floor. Some paper bags are now in the hands of the designer. "There's one thing we should also buy."

Nayla scrunches her forehead as Reka takes her into an underwear store center.

Various underwear models are on display there. It felt as if she was ashamed of herself coming to that place with a man despite her own husband.

"Why? Embarrassed? A couple used to buy ginian together." The designer stopped his steps in front of the various lingerie models on display.

"Why buy ginian Mas?"

The designer smiled meaningfully while whispering in Nayla's ear. "Night service clothes. You choose what you like. But I like the red one. You must look sexy wearing that."

Nayla's cheeks met red. The night service clothes that the design was very sexy, only with rope and lace.

"You want black? Or do you want a cosplay costume?"

Nayla gets confused choosing because just imagining it she is embarrassed let alone wear it later.

"Take it all right." Because Nayla didn't make her final choice, the designer picked some she liked.

Nayla just smiled a little. It turned out to be her husband's me sum.

"When are you finished?" whispered Design again. He really can't wait to feel it.

"Patience, a few more days."

After finishing choosing, Reka paid him at the cashier. The black card will not run out even if swiped several times in the day.

They came back after leaving the store. Some of the paper bag is in the right hand of the design.

"So it's true what Vera said!"

Nayla and Reka stopped their steps. He was very surprised by the arrival of Dito and Fara.

"Dito! Farah! Why are you following me!" Nayla is not in the end with her ex and one friend. Suddenly appeared in front of him. Clearly, they had followed him from the campus.

The design just fell silent. As long as things were still conducive he would not interfere in their affairs.

"You're om-om's mistress!" designate Dito on the Design.

"It turns out you're the same! It's also free to be with you!"

It turns out that not far from Dito and Fara there is Vera and her two friends. "If not the same sugar daddy, where maybe he could go to the elite mall kayak gini. Buy classy items until you buy lingerie alone. Iuh, so disgusted."

Nayla clenched her hands, she would reply to Vera's taunts but was prevented by Reka.

The designer grabbed Nayla by the shoulder and took her walking, "Don't put them on. Come on, baby, you want anything else? I still have a lot of money, you shop as much."

Nayla's face was still pouting but she kept following Reka's steps.

"Mas Reka, let's go home."

"OK," they both went down to the ground floor and headed for the parking lot.

After getting into the car, Reka immediately drove her car.

Nayla leaned herself in annoyance. "Mas Reka why don't I just reply them anyway?"

The design smiles sideways with a focused look at the streets. "It's not. It's in a public place. We need to be able to maintain attitude. Do not let anyone record your actions and go viral. Most netizens just swallow the raw news they see. Be calm water but wash away, you don't need to also reply to their actions openly."

Yes, Reka's explanation does make sense but, "The water is calm? Very psycho."

The designer laughed. "That's just a parable. Anyway if they get out of bounds, you just say the same to me."

Nayla was silent. He is still angry about the allegations.

"So this is what makes you lazy to go to college. Do you get bullied often?"

Instead of answering, Nayla cried.

"Who? How come it's crying?" He pulled his car over near a tree. "I was wrong?" Reka grabbed Nayla's shoulder and hugged her.

Nayla shook her head. "I used to get bullied a lot. I'm from the poor, obviously they are arbitrary. If I fight for sure I was immediately beaten by a kayak in Mas Reka's office first."

The designer rubbed Nayla's back trying to calm her down. "Now you have me. I'll change their view of you."

"They will keep looking down on me. They'd say a Nayla doesn't deserve a rich CEO." His heart that day was really sensitive. If he knew this, he wouldn't go back to college. "Tomorrow I don't want to go to college."

Little laughing design. "Good 20 but mentally still like an elementary school boy."

"Ih, Mas Reka..."

"Happy darling. You believe in me, I will definitely change your life. They are all just small pebbles that interfere in your life. You don't know who your husband is?"

"Reka Sanjaya, CEO at Sanjaya Group."

The designer laughed even more at Nayla's innocent reply. "Yes very right. Don't cry." Reka stretched her arms and kissed Nayla's cheek. "You're going to college his intention to seek knowledge, right? Leave them alone, consider the past wind unimportant. But I also don't want to force you, if you feel uncomfortable in that campus, you can move to another campus."

Nayla took a long breath. "No! I'm not a coward."

"Good!" The plan brought her closer and kissed Nayla's lips briefly. Realizing that someone was coming closer, Reka hurriedly re-applied her car.

"Mas, that guy's gonna raid us."

"Yes, I thought we were perverts in the car. I was free in my room."

Nayla smiled again as she pinched the arm of the always clever Reka teasing him.