(Not) Old Friday

Special Gift

Nayla is getting sullen opening her phone because in her campus chat group is filled with news of her being non-nonsense.

"Why?" ask Reka who saw Nayla's annoyed face.

"No, they're openly gossiping." Nayla throws her cell phone into the bed and throws herself away.

Reka took Nayla's phone and looked at the contents of the chat. "How do you want it?" After reading the group's brief, Reka threw herself in bed and hugged Nayla.

"Don't know."

"Do I need to announce that we're married." One kiss landed on Nayla's cheek to stop her pouting.

Nayla shook her head. "Let's." Nayla tightened up Reka's embrace and drowned her face in Reka's chest. "Let them talk."

Reka kissed the top of Nayla's head and gently rubbed her long hair so that she quickly fell asleep.

Nay, I make sure you're safe, wherever you are.

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A few days passed, rumors about Nayla were still heard. Nayla just came to campus to attend the course, the rest went straight home. Despite trying to close his ears tightly but he felt annoyed as well when talking badly about him.

Like that day, Nayla just let out a long sigh then walked out of the classroom.

"Nay," call Fara. "You don't papa, do you?" he walked next to Nayla.

"I'm not papa." answered Nayla briefly.

"Why don't you clarify this matter?"

Nayla shook her head. "Make what clarification, they won't believe my words either. They all trusted the news more, including you."

"Jeez Nay, I'm your best friend. I can't possibly feed you that news." Fara pulls Nayla to sit in front of a deserted computer lab. "I'm sure you can't be an om-om mistress like they say."

Nayla took a long breath. Maybe he should share the story with Fara. "Actually the same I was yesterday my husband."

Immediately Fara widened her eyes and held onto both of Nayla's shoulders. "Are you serious?" Fara could hardly believe Nayla's words.

Nayla nodded her head. "I've been married for a month."

Fara still opened her mouth. He was very surprised by Nayla's honesty. "Annex? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Yes, my marriage was sudden."

"You're betrothed?" guess Fara.

Nayla shook her head. "Obviously, we now love each other and there is no compulsion in this marriage."

"Remove quickly from Dito. You are very lucky to get a husband like that" said Fara who can judge in terms of physical design is perfect.

"Yes lucky, even though we are 10 years old, but Mas Reka gemesin." Nayla smiled to herself remembering that sometimes funny design.

"Thank God you are happy. You have to clarify them as well, so this bad news does not continue."

"Yes, be careful." Fara waved her hand at Nayla who got into the car.

"That was Fara who followed you yesterday, right?" The designer began to drive his car away from the campus parking lot, he had seen his wife walking with her friend.

"Yes, he's actually good. I've been with him since college."

"Oo, not everyone has bad thoughts about us."

Nayla nodded her head, understanding what Reka meant.

The day had started late in the afternoon, drowsiness suddenly stopped in Nayla's head and made her yawn several times. The road they went through was also very jammed because it coincided with the hours of work.

"Darling, sleep if you're sleepy. The road is jammed."

Nayla nodded her head and began to close her eyes.

Reka just smiled looking at Nayla who was asleep next to her. He swiped a moment at the top of Nayla's head to get more asleep.

The distance of the house that is not too far away until it takes an hour because it is so jammed.

After arriving in front of the house, Reka stopped her car. He rubbed gently on Nayla's cheek, as if he couldn't bear to wake her. Finally he came down and opened Nayla's door and grabbed her body.

Nayla opened her eyes. "Mas, have you arrived? Let me walk alone."

Reka took Nayla down and grabbed her waist and walked into her house. Just a step into his house, they were both startled by the birthday greetings from both of the Reka's parents.

"Happy Birthday, Reka." said the two parents of the design by bringing a candle-inspired tart cake with the number 31.

The plan approached. Even though he really did not like being given this kind of surprise because he was getting older. But Reka kept her eyes closed for a moment to make a wish and then blew out the candle.

"Dad, Mother, did I say, don't be reminded that I'm a birthday. Look at this, number 31." She took a deep breath and sat on the sofa. "For example, I forbid to come here to celebrate Raffa's birthday at home."

Nayla who knew nothing about this, became misbehaved. She may not even know her husband's birthday.

"They, yeah no papa dong. Until whatever age your birthday will still be celebrated. Increasing age you also realize Dad, if Dad is getting older. I'm half a century old." Niko laughed a little.

"Mas Design, happy birthday. I didn't know it was Mas Reka's birthday today" said Nayla, who now sits next to Reka.

"Yes, not papa. Birthday is not that important to me. Especially the head of three gini." They laughed at themselves and took a knife and cut the cake. He gave Nayla his first bribe.

"Mother, our position has now been changed." Niko is also happy to see her son who has now found the patch of his heart.

Nayla replies to Reka's bribe with a short kiss on Reka's cheek. She thought about what was right for her husband. After thinking for a minute, Nayla smiled meaningfully and whispered in Reka's ear.

"I have a special gift for Mas Reka..."

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