Reyhan, My husband
My husband's great

Love is like color. Everything is beautiful

Especially if the owner is able to fuse it into an amazing degradation.

Even if it's black.

Love is a calm. Even just seeing him smile from afar, you are also able to feel calm.

Nayla still looked at the astonished man beside her who was holding the wheel. A man Nayla had never known before. The man that Papa suddenly introduced to her as a future husband. The man who is now, has shifted the name Satya in his heart. He who has promised will always be ready to listen to Nayla's version of the story.

Today, there are many things that Nayla understands just in getting into one of Reyhan's worlds. Campus world.

He is a man whose time is up to read books. A man who though treats his female friends gently but will not let them touch the outermost part of his heart. Reyhan, a man with the nickname of a close man who is unlikely to be interested in his fellow humans.

Did Nayla get into his heart?

"Rey"

"Hum" replied without looking. Because his eyes are focused on the road ahead. "What's wrong?"

"Eh, not so. " The heart's intention asks if Nayla is in his heart. But undone, Nayla is too shy. Still not sure if he deserves to go inside touching the heart of the husband. Yes, although Reyhan often says that he loves Nayla, but, is Nayla really that great?

"If anyone is impeding it is said, do not be blamed yourself"

Nayla chuckles "No, I just want to say, congratulations, on the predicate of Cum Laude -nya. Husband's great. Nayla can't ya, follow in your footsteps?"

"You can, as long as you read a lot.."

"But I can't be a nerd like you?"

Reyhan glanced at the wife's face which seemed to be holding a smile. Forcing Reyhan to smile as well.

"Are you mocking or praising me anyway?"

Nayla chuckles. Laughing loudly justifies all the choices from that question. Mocking and praising it, different thin.

This is how it feels to be so much fun. The feeling that Nayla did not understand was, why was it that just beside Reyhan like this alone was able to make herself feel so calm?

Nayla's hand rubs feel her touching the top of her head. Ruffling the hair that had been neatly arranged. But that didn't stop Nayla's laughter.

"I'm asking for a gift"

"Gift?" Nayla asked nervously. His brain thought hard. What does Nayla deserve as a gift? Nayla just doesn't know Reyhan's favorite stuff. The shoe? Or Clothes?

The red car stopped in front of his bookstore. From the inside, there were some people looking in admiration at his car. Ah right, the car that Reyhan gave me is indeed very good.

Nayla blinked as a hand held her hand tightly. Still in the car.

"Gift, I want you..."

"I-i?"

"Yes, I want you to always be by my side like this Nayla, even though there may still be someone else's name in your heart,

I want you to stay, fight with me to keep this marriage..."

Nayla smiles. "Yeah..."

Reyhan snorted in annoyance. "Don't just yaa yaa.. You have to remember, there I am

My job is to make sure that you live well, live easily, and live happily... While your job is to help my job by smiling.. I want a smile like this that will always adorn your pretty face."

The girl's eyes were glazed. Already pooled at the end of the pelupuk. In just one blink maybe his cheeks will get wet. He was moved, treated so well.

"Thank you Reyhan..."

And with a glance of the eyes, now the man's lips have touched his lips. Smear it softly and deeply. A kiss for both. Up to a few minutes.

Before the end, Reyhan let go of his kiss with a bang on their forehead.

"I love you, Nayla...."

The severed breath hit Nayla's skin. Make him stand still.

"Let's get down...."

He was nodding his head by the girl.

The two of them stepped together through the entrance of the Bookstore. There was Jeni sitting at the cashier's desk with her hands busy turning back a book. Reyhan walked over to her.

Meanwhile, Nayla's eyes caught a familiar female figure. The figure he knew.

"Iwelma.."