Love Nayla Sincerely

Eighteen Hours

In the afternoon, they decided to leave the hotel, set their feet outside the hotel room to the Eiffel Tower, not far from there, it turns out that many people do the same thing as the two of them, there are also those who ride bicycles. Walk with interlocked hands, enjoy the afternoon in the country of people.

"How do we rent a bike? That seems like a bike rental place, so don't be too tired" suggested Nayla as they passed the bicycle rental place.

"Can, come,"

They immediately approached the bicycle rental.

Farhan was seen chatting with the owner of the rental place using a foreign language, whether what they were talking about Nayla was not so listening, he just looked at which bike he wanted to rent.

"We rent this one, yes" Nayla pointed to one of the bikes that can be climbed by two people. (Like the bald bike Upin Ipin).

"Aren't you going to be alone?" ask Farhan.

"Here it is, it seems more exciting,"

Finally, they chose the bike that Nayla wanted. After paying their rent, they boarded the bike to the Eiffel Tower. Surrounding around the tower that looks crowded visitors, it seems like many tourists who stop there, because it looks like there are people from the middle east, Asians also include the two of them.

After a long tour, they finally rested. Sit on a garden chair located around the tower area.

Instead of rest, Nayla is selfie ria, "Here, take me dong!" exclaimed Nayla because the distance with the husband was a little far away.

Farhan moved from his seat, then he stepped closer to his wife, "OK, Mas photoin ya, one, two, three," he said.

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They take a lot of pictures, some are alone and not a few are both. When the photos are both they ask one of the tourists to take pictures.

"Let's go back to the hotel first baby, it's time to pray maghrib, after prayer we find dinner," farhan said when he realized that dusk had changed and the lights around the tower had also lit up the area.

They also returned to the hotel, before going to their hotel first to the bicycle rental place earlier.

"Night walk together gini looks romantic, Mas, sometime we can try a night walk around the complex," said Nayla, both of whom are now walking to the hotel after returning a bicycle. With Farhan embracing his wife's shoulder, and one of Nayla's hands hugging her body.

"It's also what you said, I just realized it. May, sometime Mas take you to the nasgor stall in our complex," said Farhan, he agreed to the idea of Nayla.

As they walked, they continued to tell stories until they entered a hotel room.

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"Mas, we're looking for Indonesian food, yes" Pinta Nayla is currently walking towards the hotel lobby. They will eat dinner outside, after cleaning themselves and performing the maghrib prayer.

"Okay, later we take a taxi, ask to transfer to an Indonesian-style restaurant," Farhan agreed to the proposal of the wife.

Both of them walked to the front of the hotel, once there was a taxi passing by, stopped the taxi and they took a taxi, asking the taxi driver to take them to an Indonesian-style restaurant.

Twenty minutes passed, the two reached the restaurant, paid for a taxi and entered the restaurant.

The restaurant guard seemed to understand them, if both of them were from Indonesia, they greeted with Indonesian, smiling kindly as if finding relatives in the country of people.

"The price is amazing, there are even five times the original price in our country" said Nayla when looking at some menus written in the menu book.

"Yes, because in this city there is only one Indonesian-style restaurant, as said by the taxi driver earlier," Farhan said.

"Now, too,"

They also ordered what they wanted to eat. Before long the food was served by the waiter of the restaurant, who also seemed to be Indonesian.

"Mas will follow you" said Farhan, Nayla just smiled.

They also enjoy an Indonesian-style dinner in France and have been sure, if buying in Indonesia, the food can be for one of their extended families.

After finishing dinner, they left the restaurant. Waiting for a taxi in front of the restaurant, after getting a taxi they took the taxi to the hotel.

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A week passed, meaning their honeymoon plus their liberties had ended. They spent a week visiting various tours in Paris. Shopping a lot of souvenirs for everyone at home, of course draining Farhan's credit card.

Sometimes they also spend all day in hotel rooms, maybe because they are tired of walking around the city of Paris.

Today their flight to Indonesia, Nayla is actually lazy to go home, not because she is still at home in this person's country, but she is reluctant to take a plane that takes hours.

"It feels like if I want to come back here again, Mas, but if you want to fit again the seneng, it feels like you want to come back here again" said Nayla, they are now on a plane.

"Judah you sleep, let's not get dizzy," Farhan pulled the wife's body to lean against his chest.

"Let's just remember, later if Papa and Papa Aditya so buy a private jet, we will not be hard-dairy like this, can sleep in the room," cletuk Farhan. Papa Bayu and Papa Aditya are already planning to buy a private jet, making it easier if their overseas business trip is not on a public plane.

"Why not buy it yourself?" nayla asked, she was still leaning against the husband's chest.

"The idea is that, but Papa doesn't want to, for whatever reason," replied Farhan.

"Udah, just sleep, Mas also want to sleep, our journey is still long," added Farhan, he stroked the wife's long hair while occasionally dipping the top of Nayla's head. It didn't take long for Nayla to fall asleep, and Farhan decided to follow his wife to the dreamland.

Eighteen hours had passed, and they reached the airport. The plane just landed a few minutes ago.

"Darling, we've got up" Farhan rubbed Nayla's shoulders, so that she would wake up from her sleep a few hours ago.

"Mas, so dizzy," he whined after opening his eyes.

Finally they waited for all the passengers to disembark first, after everything had gone down they followed to get off the plane, with Farhan leading Nayla.

His wife looked pale, and limp. Walk slowly too.

"Just a little baby" said Farhan, feeling sorry for his wife.

Nayla shook her head, "No, Mas is tired too, I still have a strong way," Nayla refused.

Finally Farhan obeyed Nayla, he sat his wife in the available seat there, and gave Nayla a bottle of mineral water. After Nayla had improved, Farhan took all the things they had brought.

After all the goods were taken, Farhan also contacted Dika to enter the airport to take all their belongings, because Farhan will bring his wife who looks weak.

Farhan had contacted Dika before they boarded the plane, and he asked Dika to pick them up on time because he had guessed that Nayla would definitely whip up the trip, moreover, while on the plane his wife did not want to eat anything just drink the only thing Nayla wanted, can be imagined what the condition is like.

"Just sleep here, baby, when you get home, Mas will wake you up." Farhan patted his thigh, so that the wife would put her head there.

Nayla also said, she threw herself down and dressed in the thighs of the husband, her hands tightly hugged Farhan's stomach.

Both are now in the car, with Dika driving the car.

Farhan felt sorry to see the helpless wife, during the journey his hands tirelessly glued the beautiful strayed hair of the wife.

Before long they reached home, feeling unbearable to wake Nayla, Farhan lifted the wife's body from the car to their room. He slowly sank Nayla in the middle of the bed, then he landed his lips on her forehead, before he went back down to Dika.

Seriate.....

Already in no patience want Nayla pregnant, later yes, she will definitely get pregnant but later there is a time. I've told this story in such a way, though sometimes I change a lot. Thank you to everyone who has faithfully read my story.