(Not) Old Friday

Because of Hoax News

The designer opened her eyes that morning as I sneaked out Nayla's voice in the bathroom. He soon gets out of his sleep and follows Nayla to the bathroom.

"Darling.." She rubbed Nayla's vomited back.

After finishing the design pressed the flush toilet button and then grabbed Nayla's body back to bed.

Nayla immediately coiled up again with her blanket.

Then Reka stepped out of the room, before long she had returned to the room with a glass of warm water.

"Drink warm water first let the stomach taste good."

Slowly Nayla sat down without lowering her blanket and drank the warm water from her hands.

"If you are not feeling well, today you do not need to go to college" said Reka.

Nayla shook her head while laying down herself again. "There will be a lecture schedule and a present test as well. If noon must have died down."

The design took a long breath. "Yes, if you really feel your body is fine, no papa. But then the driver will be delivered. I had a meeting this morning. I'll try to pick you up."

"Yes, I'm not papa."

The designer drew himself closer and kissed both of Nayla's cheeks. "I'm gonna take a shower first. You go on to sleep."

Nayla just nodded her head while staring at the back of the Reka who went inside the bathroom. He yawned long and then closed his eyes for just a moment to relieve his dizziness.

After Reka came out of the bathroom, Nayla got up and got out of bed.

"You what?" ask Design while drying her wet hair with a towel.

"You get me some clothes." Nayla opens her closet door and chooses a shirt suit for her husband.

"I can do it myself. You just rest, baby." She hugged Nayla from behind and sniffed her neck.

"It's fragrant, Mom." Nayla put Reka's shirt on the end of the bed and turned her back and hugged the bare-chested Rai.

Design only smiled as she rubbed Nayla's still messy hair.

For a minute, Nayla did not take off her arms. He just kissed the chest of the field of Reka.

"Honey, when are you gonna hug this guy?"

Nayla raised her head to look at Reka who spoke.

"When I have an important meeting at 8, 7 o'clock should be briefing first with Angga and production staff. I'm sorry, I'll take care of it later."

Nayla took a deep breath and took off her embrace and sat on the edge of the bed with a frown. "That's so big, Mas. It's usually not this early."

"Yes, because there are superior products that must immediately slide into the market." The designer took his shirt and put it on.

Nayla was still pouting.

"Good God, what the hell do you want, my dear? Don't pout." The designer rubbed the top of Nayla's head while looking at the wall clock that had shown at 6. "Okay, I'll give you 10 minutes, here I hug." Yes, Reka understands the mood of pregnant women who tend to be sensitive. He sat down next to Nayla and hugged her.

"Udah, Mas Reka will leave later."

Instead of taking off her arms, Reka kissed gently on Nayla's lips, biting and sipping them repeatedly, which made both breaths heavy.

"Here, I give you a quick version." slowly Reka pushed Nayla's body into bed. He reopened the unbuttoned shirt.

"Mas, I didn't ask for this."

"You asked for a hug, right? So I gave it all."

"Ahh, my mom."

...***...

With her family's personal driver, Nayla now arrives in front of the campus. He stepped foot into the campus gate.

"Naila!" fara stepped towards Nayla. "Nay, since I chatted you why not read it?" Fara seemed to catch her breath because she hurriedly approached Nayla.

"Yes, I didn't see hp. Why why?"

"Oh, you better go home." Fara's face looks very worried.

"Why indeed?" ask Nayla again.

Not yet Fara replied, some of his campus friends had invaded Nayla.

"This is the one who's the sugar daddy's mistress."

"What money does sugar daddy equal? That's why it's like a rich kid. Every day we bring a nice car. Not to mention his appearance, wih already feels like a conglomerate."

Nayla looked at the annoyance of those who insulted her. He entered the campus despite being detained by Fara several times. He was sure something was wrong on campus.

Nayla scrunched her forehead as she looked at the crowd near the wall magazine and the notice board.

"Eh, that's her mistress already coming."

"How many months pregnant? Want to not marry you? For money to everything."

Nayla broke the crowd. His eyes were rounded when he saw his face plastered with the writing of a mistress. Several photos of him and Reka have also been posted there. Even his picture and the design in front of the poly content there is also complete with spicy words that have defamed his good name.

Nayla pulled the papers from the notice board. "Who spreads the news hoax kayak gini." Nayla immediately tore the papers apart.

They all laughed while looking down at Nayla. "Hoax news? So who's the guy in the picture?"

"He's my husband." replied Nayla who made them all laugh out loud.

"Basic women like to be pestled. Think of this online novel story what, poor people can marry rich people."

Nayla clenched her hand.

"Feel cinderella guys."

They all laughed out loud again.

Nayla didn't care anymore, she stepped into the classroom.

"Still dare he enter the classroom, soon he must also be in DO from campus."

"Nay." Dito stood near Nayla and blocked her steps. "Nay, is that true? You pregnant?"

Nayla just stared hard at Dito. Then he shifted his steps and passed through it but his hand was blocked by Dito. "Nay, if that's true, I'll help you hold him accountable."

Nayla laughs off. "Ck, funny. It's my life, you don't have to interfere." Nayla pulls her hand out.

"Nay,"

"Dito, you already know she's such a cheap chick you're still after her." Vera and her gang come to make the atmosphere hotter.

"Yes, it's a wonder. What the hell is good about him. Don't-don't you're addicted to him too!"

Nayla is getting angry. It must have been Vera who provoked them all. He walked over and slapped Vera hard. "Dragon's your mouth! Do not be afraid to spread fake news like this. I know my life is the same!"

"How dare you." Vera grabbed Nayla's hair and pushed it to make Nayla's head hit the corner of the pole in the hallway.

"Veras! What the fuck!" Dito held Nayla's body down. "Nai..." Dito got rid of Nayla's hair covering her face. "Naila!"

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