(Not) Old Friday

Inauguration

Nayla just smiled but her gaze stopped on one of the brown-clothed mothers she knew. Nayla's mood changed drastically.

"Nayla why are you on this show? You didn't get the wrong seat?" mother said cynically.

Nayla didn't respond. He returned to straighten his eyes. Her husband and mother did not come, while the invitations had almost filled all the seats.

Faintly Nayla heard the whispers of her mother Dito. He still insulted Nayla. Nayla is the wife of the owner of the foundation.

"I didn't know you were married. Fortunately, my son is not the same as you."

"Mama!" Dito who looks neat with his batik shirt was sitting next to his mother. Some of Nayla's friends were invited to the event but were on the other side. Dito deliberately sat there because he did not want his mother to do anything with Nayla. "Mom don't talk to Nayla."

"Why? You still expecting Nayla? You don't see she's pregnant. Don't-don't kid..."

"Ssttt, Mama!" Dito cut his mother's words. "Mom don't say no."

Nayla didn't mess with the two of them. He stared at the stage already opened by a host. She was getting bored because her husband never came. At the core of the show, when Reka went on stage. His chest pounded violently as Reka smiled and stared at him. It feels like a new kasmaran.

Nayla continued to look at the Reka who gave a speech for the inauguration of the foundation. He was amazed by that perfect figure.

But Nayla's chest was pounding more and more when Reka came down and approached her. He grabbed Nayla's hand and led her to walk towards a ribbon ready to be cut.

Several pairs of eyes were now fixed on Nayla and Reka. No exception Dito's parents.

"This foundation is a gift for my wife and my future child." one hand Reka rubbed Nayla's stomach, she prayed in her heart for the smooth delivery of her baby later.

"We cut this ribbon together." Their hands together held one scissor and they cut the ribbon.

The applause was so loud. Congratulations, they also changed.

"Nayla is Mr Reka's wife?" Dito's mom still doesn't believe that.

"Yes, Nayla is very lucky and thank God she is not with me because surely she will be tormented because of Mama's actions" said Dito. Then he passed by and joined the other friends.

That day, Nayla really felt special. Design can always make it special. Raise his level without bragging.

From then on, Nayla will definitely be more respected, because everyone now knows who Nayla really is. Yes, of course the wife of Reka Sanjaya.

"Nayla, happy birthday huh" Fara said as she kissed both of Nayla's cheeks.

"You don't remember my birthday."

"Here come with me." Fara's a little interesting Nayla. There are two cake there. One birthday tart and another baby shower tart.

Nayla's eyes re-glazed again. Happiness comes in his life. Accompanied by Reka, Nayla cupped her hands together and made a wish before blowing out a candle that read 21 years.

A loud applause accompanied the candle. Then she cut the cake and gave her first feed to the Reck that was reciprocated with a kiss on Nayla's right and left cheek, after which Nayla cut the cake again and gave it to her mother.

"Happy birthday, baby. I'm so happy to see your happiness now." Bu Lela hugged Nayla while shedding her tears. He repeatedly thanked Nayla for the blessings she had given him.

"This is all thanks to Mother's prayers."

Then Bu Lela stretched her arms. He rubbed Nayla's stomach which was pregnant with his future granddaughter. "May be good until the birth."

"Amen."

Nayla no longer cares about the views of the Dito family. They used to insult her before they even knew who Nayla was. Now, when they find out who Nayla really is, they shut up. Either they feel embarrassed or they think worse.

"You ate with Mom and Mama first. I'd like to have a chat with the civilian apparatus." After getting Nayla some food and finding a comfortable seat, Reka approached the important people.

Not to eat quickly but Nayla actually continues to see the movements of her husband who increasingly looks handsome and charismatic. He never expected that social status to change completely and his life was now completely perfect.

...***...

After a day of activity, Nayla's legs felt very sore. At first, he was willing to sit quietly in his place. But over time he followed his friends.

"Okay, my legs are sore." complained Nayla while straightening her legs.

The design that had just come out of the bathroom immediately approached Nayla. He sat on the edge of the bed while grabbing Nayla's leg and massaging her.

"You are, you say, sitting quietly but even installments."

"Bored to sit down. Is Mas Reka not tired? The feeling I've never heard of Mas Reka moaning tired for almost a year married this."

The design just smiled a little. As an ordinary human being, he was also tired. "Yes, tired baby. But if I'm more tired of the mind than the energy. So if you're the same then you've lost your tiredness."

Nayla just sneered.

"That's real. How gini's lips." Reka clamped down on Nayla's sweet lips.

"Ih, Mas Reka." Nayla brushes off Reka's hand.

"Tomorrow we start cicil need dedek yes. Do you want to choose yourself or buy online?" ask Reka while continuing her massage at Nayla's feet.

"The owner chose Mas himself but I think tired ya." Imagining going around in circles in the mall alone is tired.

"So, pick it up at the online shop."

"But fear doesn't fit my picture."

"Select the official store directly, guaranteed good. There are many brands of baby equipment."

"Expensive dong, Mas." In the past, Nayla every want to buy online must wait for a beautiful date first, if you can get a flash sale.

The design took a long breath. "I forgot his wife is the sultan."

Nayla laughed. "Yes, I forgot. My misqueen soul why not fade. Then tomorrow checkout a lot."

"Yes, shopping is easy. There's one that's much more important."

"What Mas?" nayla asked not to understand.

"Do you think his name is?"

"Just choose a name."

"OK, I'll find a good name and have a good meaning." Yes, like his hopes and prayers to his future baby.

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