Wife 100 Days

Chapters. 75 Regrets of Deference

Keenan passes like a doormat chasing after Nayla's car. He doesn't care about the look of the people around him.

"News....."Keenan fell while chasing Nayla.

The driver of Nayla who saw Keenan fall through the rearview mirror of his car also glanced at the young lady who was just silently leaning against the car window.

"Sorry non.male - the man who was chasing the lady fell down" said the driver.

Nayla looked back, sure enough what the driver said if Keenan fell on the asphalt while chasing Nayla.

"Mas Keenan.." said Nayla.

There was a feeling of pain in his heart when he saw Keenan in such a state. But he really had already established his heart to not be affected by anything.

"Do I need to stop the car first Non?"

"No need sir, just continue with the car, and speed up the car," replied Nayla coldly.

The driver just nodded and accelerated his car according to the young lady's request.

Keenan stared at Nayla's old car - gradually moving away from her sight.

"Is there not even the slightest chance for me Nay.." said Keenan looking straight ahead.

"No. I can't just give up, I'll prove to Nayla if I'm going to change, yeah, I'll prove it all," said Keenan as he got up and walked towards his apartment again.

Without him realizing there was a pair of eyes that saw the incident. The man was concerned about what happened to his best friend. Yes that person is Davin Sanjaya Keenan's friend and rival Keenan.

As Davin crossed the apartment lobby, he saw the friend pass towards the exit of the apartment in a hurry. He also sees Keenan's appearance so messy that he draws his attention to following his best friend.

When he got outside the apartment building he saw Nayla who climbed into a luxury car and passed away regardless of the call from Keenan. He thought something must have happened to them.

Davin looked with his own eyes so crushed his current Keenan Dirgantara. He breathed slowly. On the one hand he was very concerned about what happened to the friend, with the news in various media he suspected that the events that occurred now must have something to do with the news. But on the one hand he also feels there is an opportunity to approach Nayla if the relationship between Keenan and Nayla is fractured.

"Hopefully with this incident you can realize with your mistake Kee.."reliih Davin and passed away going into the apartment.

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Keenan entered his apartment with a shunt step. His feelings right now were really mixed, there was guilt, regret and pain in his heart. He does not blame Nayla if her wife decides to part with him. Because all of this is true - true fault of his self who from the beginning never appreciated the meaning of marriage.

Even she was bright - bright and betrayed her sacred ropes of marriage. And not to carry out his duties as a head of the family.

Keenan stared at the entire room in this apartment. All of her felt as silent as her heart at this moment. His gaze arrived - suddenly fixed on a room that was usually occupied by his wife. He walked towards the room. In her slowly opening Nayla's room, she circulated her gaze into the room.

Vanilla fragrance is still clearly smelled in Indra kiss. The typical fragrance that the wife has, the fragrance that makes her slowly feel comfortable when adjacent to Nayla during this time.

Slowly he approached the thin mattress Nayla used to rest on all this time. He wiped the mattress and he grabbed the pillow that Nayla used to use and then he kissed it inside - in the pillow.

"You've just left why this heart has missed you Nay.." muttered Keenan staring at a small figura in the nightstand closet next to Nayla's bed. In the figura there is a picture of Nayla who is smiling sweetly with her grandfather. Like his figura it was left there, or deliberately in residence by its owner no one knew.

"I'm sorry Nay. I'm really sorry, I promise to change even better, please give me a chance once again Nay..." Keenan rubbed the photo of Nayla slowly, and she turned to the figure of the old man who was beside Nayla he also rubbed the old face, too, without notice there is a clear circle flowing at the end of his eyes.

"Sorry, because I have failed to live the trust that grandfather gave me, I failed to be a good husband to your favorite grandson cake, forgive me cake...I am a fool, for having wasted a wife as good as Nayla, I really - really stupid kek..hiks.." sob Keenan while hitting - hit himself.

As he was dissolving in regret in Nayla's room, his gaze suddenly fixed on an object in the corner of Nayla's mattress. He then took the thing.

"Whose handkerchief is this, like his I'm no stranger to this handkerchief."

Keenan then opened the handkerchief, and how surprised he was to see an initial inscription of his name on the edge of the handkerchief, the writing is only on his handkerchief because it was made by Keenan's birth mother when Keenan was one year old. The inscription, made from manual hand embroidery of gold thread, reminds Keenan of a little girl in a pony she helped out in the park when she was a child. The girl he had long sought her existence after he returned from abroad.

"Why is this handkerchief in Nayla's room? what don'tnot Nayla and the little girl in the horse's purse is......" Keenan shut his mouth.

"Nanay's....****.....why didn't I realize all this time if that little girl was you Nayla Atifa," said Keenan rubbed his face rough because of his stupidity during this time did not realize if the person he was looking for all this time was his own wife.

He immediately ran out of Nayla's room and grabbed the keys to his car on the dining table, not forgetting he also brought all the files that Nayla had given him earlier.

His goal now was the grandfather's Mansion, he would ask the grandfather for an explanation for the events that happened decades ago.

"I need to know all of it..."