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Episode 4

This morning Nabila was neat with his work clothes. While Rayyan, the man was still asleep, bare-chested and lying on his stomach in bed.

Yes, the first day of living in the house of in-laws passed by Nabila by having to often massage his head. Because only then did he know how Silvya mama with Rayyan who just kept arguing endless.

God, he's gotta start learning to heed his ears.

Nabila began to comb her long hair, seen from the mirror in front of her, Rayyan turned around and began to squirm.

Nabila was glued to his place, his cheeks were already blushing. Morning was a sight like this. Nabila recalled how Rayyan hugged her all night, warming herself in the arms of her muscular body. Making Nabila's heart not stop beating.

The eyes were open with Nabila's eyes through the mirror.

" Morning, dear ....! "

Still with the face of his pillow Rayyan smiled sweetly at his wife.

Then the man woke up, rubbing his eyes still yawning.

Get off the top of the bed with just boxer pants wrapped around his lower body.

This is not the first time Nabila found Rayyan like that, but still Nabila was embarrassed to see Rayyan showing her semi-naked body.

Without saying Rayyan went into the bathroom. Nabila held onto his chest, his heart was still beating with a fast. Still by shrinking his chest , he took a deep breath so that his heartbeat subsided.

Rushing Nabila finished the pickles combing her hair. After feeling neat, Nabila stood staring once again at his appearance this morning in front of the mirror. Not less than one. And that's when the bathroom door opened, Rayya's figure came out from inside her. His face looked fresh even though the man was still wrapped in only boxer pants.

Rayyan approached Nabila who had appeared neat and beautiful. He was behind his wife's body. His two sturdy arms encircled Nabila's waist.

" Morning is neat and .... scented. " Rayyan's head slammed on Nabila's neck sniffing fragrant Nabila who has now become opium for him.

Nabila, do not be asked how his mood.His heart was calm, now back beating fast. Moreover, Rayyan's behavior is now actually yelling at his neck, by giving a small kiss around the neck of his fingers.

" Jean ... ! " Nabila's hands try to keep Rayyan's head away, even Rayyan's body is getting docked to him so that Nabila can feel a hard bulge in his back body.

" Where are you going ? " ask Rayyan again.

Instead of keeping his head away, Rayyan kissed Nabia's hand which scooped her face.

" Where else is work ?"

" I told you. Don't work anymore at the temoat Pak Rudi. "

Now Rayyan's head rests on Nabila's shoulders. They looked at each other through the mirror in front of them.

" Ray .. I already have the intention to resign . But ...."

" But what ?"

" Hear it first. "

" okay."

" I can't just resign, everything needs a process. The plan is today I'll file the resignation letter. Hopefully Mr. Rudi will agree to it."

" I don't like you meeting Rega. "

Rayyan's words made Nabila frown.

" What's his relationship with Rega ?"

" Yes, Rega is Mr. Rudi's son, "

" But I'm not in an office with Rega. "

" Jeez Ray ...! Don't like to think too far."

" I just don't want Rega to keep putting my heart on you."

" Ray .. After all, Rega is a person who has a lot to do with me. Without Rega maybe I wouldn't be able to be anything. There is a lot of help Rega has given me. "

Rayyan forcibly twisted Nabila's body, until now the two of them were standing opposite each other.

" I don't like that you keep saying Rega's name, let alone that you always praise him. "

Without being able to dodge, Rayyan had already landed her lips, kissed her and to her surprise, Nabila could only hit Rayyan's chest without any coating.

Rayyan finished her kiss, Nabila took a lot of breath and wiped her lips. Hit him again Rayyan's chest.

" You're this, ruining my make up. "

Nabila snatched, and Rayyan just laughed and let go of her hug on Nabila.

" I take a shower first. Wait in the dining room. "

When I sit back in front of the mirror. Tidying up her makeup and re-polishing her lips with lipstick.

Rayyan went into the bathroom. Nabila clucked, living together with Rayyan really draining energy. There was something that the man did that made his life not calm. But Nabila was happy. His outstretched hand touched his still flat stomach. The corner of his lips was interested in making a smile arch.

Afterwards, Nabila took her briefcase and her cell phone. He's out of the room first. Who knew he could still help prepare breakfast while waiting for Rayyan to finish her bath.

In the dining room Nabila has not seen her metua mama. His desk is not all set. There was only a plate on the table. Placed his briefcase on the sofa of the family room that blends with the dining room.

When Nabila walked into the kitchen, maybe Mama Silvya was there, helping ART prepare breakfast. And sure enough, mama Silvya was indeed there.

" Mama's morning .... " Sapa Nabila

Two women who are focused on their activities are the same as looking.

Mama Silvya smiled widely.

" Morning Dear .. Come here. "

Nabila approached Silvya's mother who was brewing warm tea.

" Ma, Nabila help what this is. "

" Nabila can prepare fruits only. It's in the fridge. "

" Okay, Ma"

Nabila was happy to help her mother-in-law. Prepare fruits like the one her mother asked for. He took her to the dining room.

" When , already want to go to work ?"

" Yes, Ma. "

" Rayyan here, the wife is pregnant why she still has to be allowed to work. " Mama Silvya grumbled.

" It's not Rayyan Ma's fault. Nabila still can't resign. But in the near future certainly Nabila will resign. His plan today Nabila will just submit his resignation letter. Hopefully it's approved. "

" Oh so it seems. Hopefully it's approved. This Nabila lagipua is pregnant. Must rest a lot and should not be tired. If Nabila is still working, later Nabila besides being tired physically is also tired of the mind. And it is not good for the health of pregnant women. "

" Yes Ma. Nabila. "

They both smiled and went back to preparing food. At the same time Papa Nabila entered the dining room. Smiling proud to see his daughter-in-law did not hesitate to help prepare breakfast. Indeed, his wife's efforts to unite Rayyan and Nabila were not in vain.