Because of Being Married Too Late

Half Nayla

“Mama..” Nayla immediately grabbed Alya into her arms. Wrapped her little hand so tightly to her mother's waist.

Mama, the word that Ega always comes out of Nayla's mouth when she calls him. Which never seems to happen until any time.

The combination of joy and sorrow includes the heart of Ega. On the one hand, he was also happy to see the mother and child in front of him giving up longing for each other. On the other hand, she was sad to realize she was just a mother.

No matter how good he is at Nayla, facts will not be able to change his status that is only limited to mother continued.

“Nayla darling, can my mom stay here? I no longer have the money to rent an apartment. Since separating from your papa, mama's life has become a mess dear.”

“Iya, can ma. It feels sooooooongggg if mom wants to stay here.”

“This house belongs to me. I'm the only one who has the right to make a decision, not Nayla. You should understand, we have nothing to do anymore. You have absolutely no right to live here. Here's a check, please use to rent an apartment.”

“You stay with mom also in apartment.”

Nayla holds her mother's hand. Not letting the woman he loves leave that house.

For the sake of Nayla, the Great allowed Alya to stay temporarily in his house. “Bu Nuri, please bring these items to guest room.”

“At home that was bu Dara. In this house, Miss Nuri. It's really nice that she hires a maid whose name is similar to the bird's name, Alya's inner”.

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Without letting go of her grasp, Nayla escorted Alya to the guest room. Room not too far from the park. When opening the window, the eyes will be presented with a beautiful spacious garden in front of the house.

Alya's presence made Nayla become a little indifferent to Ega. Even so, Ega's upbringing had been embedded in him.

At the age of eight years, he was accustomed to performing five prayers. “Ma, pray magrib yuk!”

“Mama tired dear, need enough rest. You pray the same Miss Nuri yes.”

Hearing her mother's words, Nayla stepped alone into the mini-mushallah inside her house. There was Ega and Nuri was waiting for him.

After the prayer, Nayla returned to her room. Inside, Alya seemed so engrossed in playing her game. “Ma, teach me to read iqra.”

Alya's heart moved to the pancreas. How he would teach Nayla to read iqra, if she didn't know it herself.

“Mama still tired dear,” elaknya. With a sullen face, Nayla came to Ega.

“Why you, baby? Poor look this beautiful face bent continuously,” said Ega while poking Nayla's chin.

“Finger read iqra again aunt. Mama said she was tired. So can't teach me.”

Agung was eager to laugh at Nayla's words. But as much as possible he could stand it. “What a wild mother ever,” her inner.

Ega went back to teaching Nayla to read iqra. This golden opportunity Agung used to prank the rector, as well as Alya.

“If the discussion is outside of campus interests, chat on this number only well sir. I now use two HP. So that my husband does not know our true relationship.”

With a chuckle, Agung wrote down Alya's mobile number. Then send it to the rector who is easily fooled.

Glad not to be upset, that's what the rector felt when reading the calculated chat from Ega. Alya's profile without a hijab makes her think that Ega is falling in love with her. Until willing to show aurat covered all this time to him.

Mr. Rector is eager to call Ega's new number. But the work that piled up, did not allow him to relax just yet. He put his clothes back.

A few hours later, the job is done. “Maybe until later. My hair is dull and white. But my love for you. Won't change,” send rector sir.

“How's the poem darling, good right? I'm willing to learn poetry for your sake.” Undaunted, the rector continues to seduce the classic style.

“It's a dreadlocks, not a capital anyway. I swear, this is the worst beater I've ever met. Obviously this is a song lyrics, even poetry. The block is not kelulungan.” Alya is back in the monologue.

Suddenly the lights in the guest room went off. “Already a moron, a pesky carrier anyway. The lights are so dead like this,” umpat Alya.

He stepped out of the room, leaving Nayla who had fallen asleep. Upon arriving in front of the Great's room, he began to knock on the door.

Once, many times a knock. Still no answer. Husband and wife inside are indeed doing the reproduction process. Work together to produce a new individual named junior Agung.

Not broken aral, this time Alya started banging on the door. Agung opened the door, because in a hurry his pyjamas buttons were disheveled. Alya also finds Ega hiding behind a blanket.

“It will be a little difficult to reclaim the heart of Agung. His relationship with his wife has gone so far. But I won't give up. There is no way that I who have been with Agung for many years have lost to this woman. He's only been a few months as his wife, Alya's inner”.

“Are you knocking on the door at night? Not polite at all.”

“Lights in room, off. Replace dong!”

Instead of heading to the guest room, Agung instead stepped into the security guard post. Ask the security guard to do it.

“Other times if there is a need, just directly complain to the workers here. They are all professional kok.”

Without turning around again, Agung returned to the room. Meet Ega to continue the activity that he feels has not been completed.

Alya became frustrated with the Great's treatment of her. To vent his anger he went to the night club.

“Is that you darling?” asked James who was also at the club.

“How are you doing?” ask Nayla while dancing.

They were both drunk. Too drunk, Alya became unconscious. James took this opportunity to reminisce with Alya on his bed.

He took Alya to his luxurious home. Make it plain, then hit the drunk woman many times with all kinds of touch.

“Build jerk, I am hungry. Order me the most delicious food in GoFood.”

James stretched his body first. On the bed that had been a silent witness of the intimacy of both of them.

“Take it easy, baby. What do you want to eat?” tanyanya while embracing Alya.

“Jalangkote KENS, sambal matah chicken rice, toast. Drink passion fruit syrup, emmm pallu butung too.”

“Hah? You ordered too much darling. Sure you can spend it?”

“I'm stressed, need to eat a lot. After all my energy is drained a lot because of you too.”

“Stress why else darling? You've been healing for months abroad.”

“Agung turned out to be very happy with his new wife.”

“Agung again, Agung again. I used to say, forget Great if you want to be happy. I'm holding him. Just forget him and be my wife. I postpone getting married just because of you. Though many women are queuing up, want to marry a crossbreed man like me.”

“You are indeed much more handsome than Agung. But you're not as rich as him. I just want to be your wife, if you can be richer than her.”

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