Wife 100 Days

Chapters. 29 You can definitely Nay..

" Mas Keenan" said Nayla.

Her chest arrived - suddenly felt crowded seeing the man who now bears as her husband making out with other women in front of her eyes. Even though their marriage is not as worthy as other married couples. However, there was a painful feeling that Nayla was feeling right now.

" Hmmm... Sorry, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen," said Nayla.

Sapaan Nayla managed to stop the activity of two lovebirds in front of her. Keenan was surprised to see who the servant in front of him was. He quickly let go of Michel's embrace. In contrast to Michel who seemed upset about having to meet Nayla back. The waiter who had made his mood a mess earlier.

" Sorry again, Mr and Miss is interfering with your activities, I just want to deliver your order," said Nayla kindly not forgetting to be accompanied by a sweet smile.

" Ckk ..why do you have to take my order, make my mood more messy again" said Michel upset.

" I'm sorry the waitress you're referring to is now in another job, so I'll take her place," nayla answered still in friendly mode and pushed the food trolley she brought towards Michel and Keenan's table.

Michel turned his eyeballs, he really did not like the presence of Nayla here. Unlike Keenan, the men were silent without expression.

" Honey ..." Michel's whine spoiled to Keenan.

" Yes what's honey," Keenan replied gently.

" As if you have to add to my monthly money, after this I want treatment to the salon, I'm afraid my face has wrinkles because of this waiter's actions," said Michel annoyed while pointing to Nayla.

" What's wrong with this waiter" asked Keenan.

" You know, because of this heroic servant, I had to put a lot of energy into talking unimportant things."

" You mean." asked Keenan who did not understand the direction of the lover's conversation.

" Aaah .. have not been discussed again, anyway I want you to transfer 10 million to my account now also honey.."renggek Michel.

" What's enough" Keenan said, indicating that he had transferred some money to Michel's account, which made Michel's face sparkle immediately.

" Thank you honey" said Michel, cradling in Keenan's arm.

All that can not be separated from the view of Nayla who is arranging the food menu on the table. Her chest grew increasingly claustrophobic seeing Keenan's gentle treatment to the woman beside her who she believed was her lover.

Especially when Keenan easily gives what Michel asks. While he who has the status as a wife has never earned a living born from Keenan. More precisely not earning any living. Because that's what Keenan said at the beginning of their marriage.

Although Nayla now continues to carry out her duties as a wife by preparing all the needs of Keenan, without Keenan's knowledge of course. But he never earned a living from Keenan. Keenan did give more money to Bi Marni to buy all the kitchen needs, but she always gave an ultimatum to Bi Marni not to serve Nayla as an employer, especially to give Nayla food from the money Keenan gave. As a result all the needs of Nayla he himself had to bear it.

" You are really evil, with other women, your attitude is so gentle, even you are willing to give whatever he asks, while with me you are so rude, nor have you ever given your living as a husband, "the inner Nayla who unfeeling her tears trickled down her cheeks, and hastily erased her before Keenan and Michel knew.

After finishing arranging all the menus on the table, Nayla resigned. If a long time in the room it can make his heart hurt even more. And she's afraid she can't control her tears later.

" Good fun, ladies and gentlemen, excuse me first," said Nayla by bowing her body and passing away from the couple.

" Eh .. wait a minute, it's good to just go before I check my order whether it is in accordance with what I ordered or not" Michel stopped Nayla. He intends to prank Nayla in return for what Nayla did earlier.

Nayla who heard Michel talking to her, then she stopped her steps and turned towards the dining table again.

" Hey, why is the tablespoon like this?" Michel raised his tablespoon towards Nayla.

" Replace this spoon, I don't like to use a spoon like this, it doesn't fit, and I want a copper spoon instead of a stainless one like this" Michel said.

" But Miss, all the sizes of the spoons here are in accordance with the standard of the spoons there are generally, and here the spoons use copper spoons," replied Nayla calmly.

" I don't want to know, anyway I want to eat using a copper spoon, you remember that the customer is the king," Michel said with his evil grin.

" But Miss..."

" You just fulfill the wishes of my lover, here you are just a waiter, so your job is to serve and fulfill all orders from customers at this restaurant" said Keenan flat.

Nayla looked up, she ventured into Keenan's face. For a moment their gazes met each other but soon Keenan decided his gaze by turning his gaze towards the cellphone in his hand.

" Okay sir, then I'll excuse you."

Nayla left the room with a claustrophobic chest, occasionally wiping away the tears that were without being ordered already down on her smooth cheeks.

" You must be strong Nay, for grandfather's sake," said Nayla encouraging herself as she continued walking towards the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, he looks for a copper spoon requested by Michel. He also asked for help from other employees. Fortunately, the restaurant provides a spoon of all ingredients, because it is indeed a restaurant where Nayla works is one of the most luxurious restaurants in the area.

After finding the spoon that was in line with Michel's request, Nayla rushed towards the VIP room and handed over the spoon. Not stopping there, Michel continued to deliberately make a tantrum to prank Nayla, from the orange juice is too acidic, the dessert is too sweet and all that makes Nayla become upset. But he still has to be professional.

"Finally the affair with Mak Lampir was sorted out as well" said Nayla was relieved that Michel stopped bullying her.

Nayla sat in the break room, occasionally massaging her feet that felt sore because she had to go back and forth here because of Michel until she missed lunch and rest.

" Nay, here's your lunch ration and you've had your break, you've been told to go to the manager to get your paycheck" said one of the waiters and Nayla's nod.

Being very hungry Nayla hunts down to eat her lunch rations, After that she went straight to the Manager's room to take her salary this month. Her tiredness and upset instantly changed after she got the envelope containing her salary this month.

" Thank God, at least my salary this month is still intact, although I often permit this month," said Nayla thanksgivings by hugging a brown envelope on her chest.

" May this money be a blessing, and it may be for me to survive the next month, aamiin" Nayla said.

Instantly Nayla recalled the moment Keenan gave some money to her lover, her chest again felt tight.

" It's okay, Nay, if your husband doesn't give you a living, at least you still have your feet and hands to work for a bite of rice, come on Nayla Atifa, you can do it," again - again Nayla encourages herself by trying to smile cheerfully and occasionally wipe the tears that have somehow fallen on her cheeks.

" You are ashamed - ashamed, why you have to go down on my cheek and see" said Nayla wiping tears on her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to Nayla, a pair of eyes see and hear whatever Nayla says. Keenan, who had wanted to return to the VIP room after coming from the toilet, broke his intention when he heard a familiar voice talking to himself in front of a small mosque not far from the restroom.

Keenan heard everything Nayla said. There was a feeling of pain in Keenan's heart seeing Nayla who was so happy when she saw some of the money that Nayla took out of the brown envelope. Keenan can predict how much money it is, nothing compared to the amount of money he sent for his girlfriend earlier.

" I know that what I'm doing is wrong, but what he and his grandfather did to me I can't forgive" Keenan said, clenching his hand.