(Not) Old Friday

Flashback

That morning Nayla was still reluctant to open her eyes. He was still wrapped in a blanket. After getting beaten up by Reka all-out last night, it felt like her body was crumbling dimly.

But the fragrant scent that came out with the baby's babble made Nayla open her eyes.

"For Mama."

Nayla smiled looking at her two men who were both bare-chested.

"All the baths?" Nayla yawned long while stretching her muscles. Fortunately it was Sunday so there was still a long time to laze around.

"Yes Mama. It's nice to take a shower with Papa." The two-month-old baby had started to smile smartly while babbling.

Slowly Nayla got up and sat down near her son who was being cared for by his Papa. "Have you been drinking milk yet?"

"Here you go, Ma."

"This is Dika's father, so Mama woke up bad luck."

The designer smiled while putting clothes on Andika's body. "Mama last night even though she also said gini loh, who fast Mas, who fast."

Nayla's cheeks re-encounter red, she pinched the waist of the design that did not close anything. "Ih, spontaneity."

"Sir papa. Later again."

Nayla threw herself back in bed. "Capek Mas's. Three times last night Mas Reka. My thighs hurt."

"Yes, I'll call a masseuse. Massage at home." The design kissed Andika's round cheeks after she finished dressing her clothes. "Great talk. Smart as well, baby. I rarely cry, rarely invite to stay up late, added chubby as well. Gemesine." The design pinched the cheek that looked like the dimples of his cheeks as he smiled.

Reka's view is now fixed on Nayla who is still lazy. "Would Dika want to be treated with Papa too?"

Nayla just rolled her eyeballs. "Bentar Mas, very mager. It's all sore."

"Yes, yes," She switched to kissing both of Nayla's cheeks. "I want Dika to sunbathe outside. If you want to go to bed, don't you papa." Then Reka kissed Nayla on the forehead and she put on her shirt. After that he grabbed Andika and carried her while chattering and walked out of the room.

Nayla smiled at the interaction of Reka and her son that felt very warm.

Then Nayla got out of her sleep and went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

When he finished, he dried his wet hair with a towel while opening the curtains of his room. It was a beautiful sight that morning. The window that overlooks the garden of the house, makes Nayla can clearly see two of her favorite men who are enjoying the morning sun.

Happiness is growing more and more in their small family. "Hopefully, our little family is always happy..."

...***...

The days passed so quickly, Nayla was busy with the script plus Andika was actively crawling and increasingly did not want to miss Nayla.

That night Nayla had yawned several times in front of her laptop screen.

"What chapter have you been on?" ask Reka while massaging Nayla's shoulder and sitting next to her.

"New chapter three Mas."

"Here I help. You sleep when you are tired. I know Dika's a day of careful sticking with you."

"Yes, just wait a little bit more."

"Here, let me be the ghost writer."

Nayla yawns again. "I have no money to pay for a ghost writer" joked Nayla, hoping that her sleepiness would soon disappear.

"Just relax, the pay is not money but something fun."

"So, what's the plan? Want to get the S2 straight?" Design shifted Nayla's laptop. He read where Nayla was and replaced Nayla by typing.

Answering Reka Nayla's question only shook her head. "S1 is Mas. Did you want my education to be higher?"

"No. I'm up to you, baby. After graduating later you want to open a business, just say the same to me. Or want to be a housewife who lives for her sister Dika." Laugh at the end of his sentence. He did set Nayla free for anything.

"Yes, but later if Dika was a bit big. That's a brother for sure." Nayla laughed. Because he wanted to have more than one child.

"Yes, it must be for him."

Nayla stared at the designer fingers who nimbly pressed the keyboard key. "Mas Reka hapal my thesis material."

The design just smiled a little.

"Oiya, Mas Reka dulukan studied in America, continued to continue his S2 here yes because while holding company."

"That knows." Even while chatting, Reka can still focus on her typing.

Nayla leaned her head against Reka's shoulder. "Hopefully Dika will be great as his father."

"Yes, definitely."

They were silent for a moment.

"I have a story I've never told you."

"Hmm, what?"

"About my past." The plan stopped his hand for a moment. "Maybe you think Mama and Dad divorced after having me, but they didn't. I'm an out-of-wedlock child."

Instantly Nayla straightened her head and looked at Reka.

"Mama and Dad were dating and doing that relationship was out of bounds when they just graduated High School, after which Dad left without knowing there was me. I wasn't even expected to be there by Mama at the time. But when I was born, Mama loved me and there was Papa Kevin who always helped Mama as a single mother."

"So Mama and Papa Kevin weren't married at the time?"

Reka shook her head. "I met Dad when I was a Kindergarten. Actually I want Mama and Dad to be together, but Papa Kevin loves Mama so much. Mama and Dad's relationship is also unlikely to be able to return to what it used to be. I was happy to have two pairs of parents. As I got older, I understood more and more that when they were out there insulting me this child out of wedlock without any clear status, had two Papa, had two Mama. The peak when I was a teenager I was often bullied, but I had the determination that I should be able to succeed so that they would not demean me anymore. To be the present Design, who has great ambition in all things."

Unknowingly, Nayla shed her tears. He thought life was hard only he experienced it, but the class of Reka also had to fight hard to get to this point.

"Darling to cry." She wiped away the tears that had soaked Nayla's cheeks.

"Terharu Mas."

"Life is a struggle, baby. We also don't know how Andika will grow up. Yeah, hopefully we can educate him properly."

Nayla nodded her head then hugged Reka tightly. "Thank you for being in my life."

"Beloved together. You have also changed my life more color. You've removed my trauma in the past and you've managed to make me feel love again." Design kissed in the top of Nayla's head. "I turned off the laptop. Continue tomorrow."

Nayla nodded her head while stretching her embrace.

"Now we continue the husband and wife scene first." The designer smiled slightly while turning off Nayla's laptop screen.

"Ih, Mas Reka." cried Nayla as Reka lifted her body and threw her on the bed.

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."