(Not) Old Friday

Dinner Event

In another corner of the place there are those who stare cynically at the arrival of Nayla. "A contract relationship is proud." he murmured while crying softly.

"Pak Reka, now has a wife so come alone to the event. Good gini, no need to be represented by Angga. Now it looks younger too" said Mr. Agus while patting Reka on the shoulder.

"Yes, sir." The forced smile. Because Pak Agus is Nova's father. Of course near Mr. Agus there is his daughter and his wife.

"Have you met Nova?" ask Agus to Nayla.

Nayla just nodded her head.

"Then it's good, Mr. Reka let's have a little chat there. There's Mr. Umar who just got back from Arabia."

With forced Reka to take off her hand. "Before a while dear." whispered Reka because Mr. Umar was one of the important guests at the dinner.

Nayla just nodded her head. This is what he was afraid of, he was left with toxic people like this.

The designer walked in line with Mr. Agus and joined with other important guests.

"So you're Reka's wife. Here join the others," asked Bu Isti to Nayla with a sly smile. Nova's mother was the same as her daughter.

Inevitably, Nayla follows them both.

"Who is jeng? It's beautiful." asked one of the mothers in the socialite style.

"The wife is Mr. Reka." replied Mr. Isti.

"Loh, jeng Isti failed to make Mr. Reka a ghost."

Several other mothers also gathered which made Nayla more nervous.

"Looks still young. What are you graduates?" ask one of the mothers.

"I'm still in college 4th semester." jawan Nayla stiffly.

They all look surprised. "Well, it's lucky to get a design that's clearly established, and still handsome again."

"Yes jeng, really lucky. Nova alone who graduated S2 is not glimpsed by the same Reka." quipped Bu Isti and increasingly provoked other mothers.

Nayla could only hold her own hand. It seems like he is now in the wrong place.

"What company do your parents have?" ask one of them again with a trick question.

Nayla shook her head. "My family doesn't have a company."

"Keep having what effort? A self-service? Or shop?"

The importance of such a thing is asked. Nayla just shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'd like to grab a drink first." Instead of being with arrogant people like them, he'd be better off alone.

Nayla walked towards the drinking place, and picked up the cold drinks that had been available. He no longer cared about the whispers of all of them.

"It still has a face too after being caught in a contract marriage" said Nova, who follows Nayla.

Nayla just grunted annoyedly. Still Nova wants to provoke trouble with him.

"Look, the people in this place are all educated and have careers. You don't deserve to be like Reka."

Nayla just smiled obliquely. "I don't care. The important thing is that Mas Reka chose me and love me."

"Curtain, overconfident. Later if Kak Reka is bored with you, you will also be thrown away."

"Oo, so your marriage is just a contract?"

"It is also inappropriate for people of honor like Mr. Reka coupled with ash uplift. Think cinderella times, jeng."

"Yes, because his face looks the same as Reka's dead wife's prospective wife, that's why she was picked up."

The words were so hurtful to Nayla. Suddenly his head felt dizzy and his knees trembled.

Finally one of the grips strengthened itself. "You should never judge someone if you don't know the truth." Reka took Nayla away from that place.

"I'm sorry, I just stayed. You should never hear the words of those who are not."

Nayla just nodded her head but the sense of trembling in her knees had not gone away. Even his body now felt extremely limp.

"You why? How pale?" The designer rubbed off the cold sweat that ran down the temple of Nayla. "Here, sit down." Reka invites Nayla to sit on the stool with the round table.

Nayla just shook her head. "Don't know, I feel like I'm limp."

"I know you're not comfortable here. We will be going home soon. We'll eat first." It just so happens that the other guests also started eating dinner that night.

Suddenly, Nayla's stomach felt very nauseous. Especially when you see sushi on the table, imagine that half-cooked fish just the stomach is getting stirred.

"Mas, I'm going to the toilet first. Meal plan just don't papa, I can alone." Nayla stood up, she took a quick step while covering her nose and mouth.

"Darling, I'll take you." Just now Reka stood up, he was hindered by the arrival of Mr. Umar who joined him. Finally, the plan caught up with Nayla.

Nayla walked quickly to the toilet. Arriving in the toilet room, he vomited out his stomach. Even though just looking at the form of sushi, his stomach already feels very nauseous, let alone try it.

"I why is gini nauseous? Though I've also eaten sushi, but it was shadowy half-cooked fish immediately nausea." Nayla sat for a moment on the toilet she had closed to recover her suddenly lost strength.

"What don't-don't..." Nayla smiled as she rubbed her stomach. He had to make sure immediately with Reka. He stood up and came out of the toilet. He washed his hands first while glazing for a moment. When going out of the toilet, there is something blocking his footsteps.

"Hi, see you again, Mr. Reka's wife." the man laughed with a grin. Yes, it was Rio who met Nayla and Reka when he first entered the restaurant.

Nayla stared in wonder at Rio, why did she enter the female toilet?

Nayla slightly shifted her steps and was about to get out of the toilet but was blocked again by Rio.

"Listen you married a contract with Reka. How much do you love? I can give you more."

Nayla looked at Rio. It turned out that the news had spread to the ears of Reka's business partner.

"Or, you don't need to sign a contract with Reka, you can also accompany me. I'll also give you money, just like Reka."

"I'm not the cheap woman you think I am." Nayla will step her legs again but her hands are blocked by Rio.

"Oo, so your pay is expensive." Rio was looking more and more at Nayla intensely. "Beautiful and sexy, definitely make a bill. Pantes Reka to bind you with a contract."

Nayla tried to take her hand off Rio. "Please!"

"We try yuk, who knows you are addicted to me and want to do business too."

Nayla grew even more rebellious as Rio forcibly withdrew his hand.

Mas Reka, help me...