Forced to Marry a Husband

This is not a household but it is a funeral home!!!

In accordance with Jessica's wishes, Devan immediately walked slowly to Nayla's room which was not far from the kitchen.

Not yet in Nayla's room, Devan's eyes saw a woman was in the kitchen, seen the woman was opening a bundle of noodles with one hand.

Devan walked quickly towards Nayla, then picked up the package of noodles.

"Ehh my noodles want kema..," said Nayla stopped because she saw Devan who had taken the noodles from her hand.

Devan's sharp gaze immediately turned to Nayla, then immediately put the intact noodle wrap on the table.

"Tu, Master?" nayla said as she swallowed her coarse saliva.

Why is he in the kitchen at this hour, my noodles my goodness, inner Nayla while glancing briefly at the noodle parcels on the table.

"Try repeating again?" devan said with a cold voice that immediately made Nayla feel horror, Nayla immediately bowed in fear, silence is better according to Nayla.

"Why still eat noodles?" devan asked while holding Nayla's chin for Nayla to see.

Nayla looked up at Devan.

"Listen to me don't eat noodles anymore!!" firmly Devan while looking at the noodle wrap that is on the table.

"understand?" devan said again while looking at Nayla.

"Tu, um,,..." Nayla again immediately gulped her coarse salivation as soon as she saw Devan's sharp eyes aiming at her.

"Mas," Nayla painstakingly said that word.

Suddenly Devan's mood began to improve after hearing Nayla's soft voice.

"What do you want to eat? besides noodles? because if the noodles won't be allowed," Devan said as he looked at Nayla's bandaged hand so that Nayla could not use her hand next door for a while.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Devan again.

"Do you want me to make it for you?" devan said again that was right.

Nayla wanted to say yes, but Nayla didn't have the courage. Nayla chose to close her lips.

"Let's just sit here, let me make something for you," said Devan, taking Nayla to a table chair and making Nayla a quick meal,, because Devan knows Nayla is definitely very hungry.

Devan decided to make Nayla fried rice, after finishing Devan immediately serve and put on the table, not to forget with a glass of warm tea also Devan make for Nayla.

"Let's eat," said Devan, looking at Nayla.

Nayla slowly took a tablespoon.

"You spend it well, I go first to the room," Devan said, leaving Nayla alone in the kitchen.

Devan no longer accompanies Nayla to a meal because there is guilt when she remembers Jessica's face for the betrayal she is currently committing.

Nayla was already happy when she saw Devan making herself a plate of fried rice, but was sad when she saw Devan leaving her to go into her room.

Is it wrong if Nayla wants Devan to accompany her to eat? smiling and laughing together, even though their marriage was only a short time away, Nayla was eager to get a little Devan time. Gaining her rights as Devan's wife.

There is no guilt in Devan's heart, whether only marrying him can be called responsibility, without any effort or the slightest happiness given by Devan for his wife who is still his status as well

Nayla's feet stepped away leaving the warm fried rice with mixed feelings, why was she so demanding? Nayla doesn't know why either.

Why did Nayla really expect Devan's love for her, but Nayla obviously knew it was impossible and also sounded a little excessive.

As the night wore on, Nayla decided to sleep hungry.

Devan's Room.....

Slowly but surely Devan moved away from Jessica, then immediately got out of bed very carefully so that Jessica did not wake up from her sleep.

Without a second thought Devan immediately walked towards the kitchen, and guessed for sure Nayla was still in the kitchen eating.

But in fact no, Devan got to the kitchen only saw a plate of fried rice was still intact and also the tea was cold, fried rice and tea was not touched in the slightest.

Devan quickly walks towards Nayla's room, entering without permission as Nayla's room is also unlocked.

"Nayla," said Devan, shaking Nayla's sideways sleeping shoulder on the bed.

Nayla who felt disturbed immediately opened her eyes, seeing Devan in her room, Nayla immediately woke up and sat on top of her bed.

"Why don't you eat?" devan asked while looking at Nayla.

"I want another one," said Nayla.

"What do you want?" ask Devan again.

"I want to get out of here, by accepting Mr. Devan's talaq, I promise no one will ever know that this child I bear, his biological father is Master,,," nayla said again.

"Why do you want that?" ask Devan again.

"Because I can't go on like this" said Nayla, shedding a few tears, Nayla bit her lip so her tears wouldn't spill.

"Is it because you want to be with your girlfriend?" ask Devan again while looking at Nayla.

"Yes, I also want to live a happy life to have a real household like everyone else, not a household like this that is all fake," said Nayla.

"Who said it was fake? it's real Nayla, you're my wife, it's just a coercive situation like this, this is the household we live in" Devan said firmly.

"It's not a household but it's a funeral home" Nayla said.

"If you want to marry your boyfriend, go ahead, but wait after you give birth, after that you can leave but do not take my son," said Devan firmly.

Nayla was immediately speechless as soon as she heard Devan's words, how could Nayla leave without taking her child.

"It's Nayla's situation, please understand!!!" said Devan.

Nayla immediately looked the other way because the tears could not hold Nayla anymore.

Devan comes out of the room Nayla does not want to argue anymore, Nayla thinks Devan has returned to her room but apparently does not, Devan comes with a glass of milk and also a new fried rice,, and,, Devan again made Nayla a new fried rice to keep it warm and delicious.

"Fast eat!!" said Devan.

"Don't want to, just eat by yourself" said Nayla annoyed.

Then Nayla went back inside the blanket and slept on her back to Devan.

"Nayla" Devan said.

Nayla doesn't care at all about Devan calling her name, Nayla just keeps sobbing in the blanket.

"Nayla," said Devan.

Nayla was still in the blankets no matter to Devan, Devan walked straight to Nayla's door, locked the bedroom door and immediately went to sleep on the bed, laying down beside Nayla.

Degh!!!!

Nayla's feeling instantly turned out to be unfounded, startled as soon as she felt Devan's hand coiling around her waist.

"Nayla, come on eat just a little, your stomach has been sounding since, come on," pleaded Devan, Devan did not want to be hard on Nayla,, Devan knows what the condition of the pregnancy hormone is so that sometimes it makes pregnant women unable to control their emotions.