Reyhan, My husband
Involves

A marriage relationship is built by two people. If successful, then success is a form of success of two people.

Even if the relationship fails.

His failure was the fault of two people.

"Rayhan..."

In a dim light, the beautiful black woman looked at the straight back of her husband who had just entered the room. Her tears dripped withstanding the turbulent feeling within her chest.

Nayla could not even speak anymore to simply express how much longing was lodged in her heart.

All the strands of words that were worthy represented his feelings, as if stuck in the throat. Stuck without Nayla to say.

Then because she could not speak, the woman who owned the pitch-black eyes ran. Hugged her husband from behind. "Rey..."

Cry broke. He breathed in the masculine fragrance that haunted his sleep every night. Reyhan's tired body scent from the mixture of perfume and sweat, which so calmed him, he said,

which makes Nayla opium want to kiss him again, and again...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." His issue.

"Ninya..."

With a body that stiffened violently, Reyhan tried to ascertain his sense of hearing ever since someone called his name.

Sure enough, the owner of the voice was Nayla, the woman of his tribe. Only, Reyhan wanted to make sure again, until the second time his name was called.

"I'm sorry.."

Just like Nayla, Reyhan was speechless as well. As if the vocal cords were originally healthy, suddenly broke down on duty.

His lips felt difficult to pull out his heart, until Reyhan involuntarily cried full day.

A mixture of surprise, confusion and happiness.

Crying is a challenge for the man.

But, tonight, it's,

the corner of his eye let out a drop of the falling crystal ball without being told.

Just drop.

That represents all his feelings tonight.

The feeling of longing that disturbs him.

How his longing, how all this time he had to refrain from his woman, how Reyhan had to desperately stop thinking about Nayla when he needed her gentle hand to wipe his hair like before. I think it paid off tonight.

The body she missed, was probably standing right behind her.

The encounter he never expected happened tonight, when his body was completely fragile and needed that touch.

"Nayla, is that you?"

Reyhan turned around forcing Nayla to take off her arms. Observing the face of the woman lover of his heart.

The beautiful white and clean face overgrown with fine hair was crying. His nose was reddened, as were the eyes that looked into his eyes with pain and happiness emanating simultaneously.

Oh, my God.

Reyhan wanted to remove all the pain in that gaze, then replace it with happiness.

Let only a happy twinkle be emanated from the black-set eyes of the woman.

"Ah, I miss." Reyhan hugged Nayla's body back tightly, and was reciprocated by a hug that was no less tight than the wife.

A sense of incarnate, making thousands of words they string together conveyed through hugs, even without speech.

Reyhan's heart grew turbulent as he stared at Nayla with tears. Her sweet female smile as if eroded weakened her heart. Although Reyhan admitted, Nayla's return strengthened him enough again.

Both of them dissolve in arms releasing longing.

Kissed the top of the head of the wife, the smell of her hair is still the same as before.

So did Nayla, who kissed the chest of her husband's field which was still wrapped in white hem.

It was like a dream to hug his wife again.

"Why are you coming home? Not that I'm sud..."

After that, then,

Nayla takes off her arms, grabs the laptop from Reyhan's hands and leaves Reyhan at the door.

"I don't want to hear anything from you." After putting the laptop where it should be, Nayla rubbed her wet cheeks. Then he sat down at the bed. "You want to stand there.?"

Without Nayla knowing,

Reyhan wiped a single tear from his cheek. Reyhan did not want Nayla to know that she had cried earlier.

Reyhan turned his back, walked towards Nayla and sat down in front of his wife.

"Is there anything you want to explain?"

"Of course there is..." Both of the women's hands grabbed Reyhan's. Hold it tight, before kissing it in turn. "I want to fight."

Nayla said, with eyes that looked into her husband's eyes

Next to Reyhan's eyebrows rose, followed by an increasingly noticeable forehead fold. "You mean?"

"Rey. listen." Nayla's right hand took off her grip on Reyhan's hand, and Nayla rubbed her husband's left shoulder in front of her. "You can work on my happiness, but you don't have to take responsibility for it Rey

Because my happiness is my own responsibility."

Reyhan threw away his face. Distracting his eyes from Nayla's gaze as if he was reading her feelings from those eyes. And then, Reyhan threw away his dislike breath.

He knows what Nayla's talking about,

it's just, Reyhan doesn't like it. Whatever it is, that harms Nayla, Reyhan doesn't like it.

"Rey, look at me..." With both hands cupping her husband's chin, Nayla forces Reyhan's face to face back. "I don't doubt your ability to overcome this all by yourself. But just this time, please get me involved."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the source of the problem. I've known Satya for a long time Reyhan, I know how she is.

He won't stop until I finish it myself."

Anxious Raut can capture Nayla from her husband's face, making a small smile Nayla dedicate to her husband. "Thank you for worrying about me." He rubbed Reyhan's cheek gently. "But believe me, I can."

Nayla knows, Reyhan is still worried about her. However, Nayla assured, even in the most gentle way, Reyhan would still worry about her. "Yes?"

"What about you? How about he..."

"I don't forbid you to interfere, I just ask you to involve me...."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, of course.." Nayla again commented on her best smile, she was sure to get through this time together with her husband.

A smile that instantly hypnotized Reyhan entered into his charm without the man noticing.

A sweet smile, painted on a sweet face, and engraved from lips that are also sweet.

Want proof?

Ah, Reyhan himself will prove it.

Instantly, Reyhan closed his lips to Nayla's lips, and as usual, Nayla welcomed him no less charmed.

The kiss of Reyhan's old lips, making both eyeballs with their plump fur was closed. Enjoying the flow of electricity that radiates throughout Nayla's body

The second pagutan lips are friendly, releasing the curiosity that they have lasted very long.

The beating heart is increasingly fast becoming a melodic rhythm of personal property.

"Reyhan, I'm sorry for coming to you with such a load, sorry I was so troublesome to you.

And thank you, for accepting with all my flaws. It has received very very well the myriad of shortcomings that accompany me. Thank you for being the perfect husband for me."

"Nayla, please,

Thank you for filling the emptiness in my heart. With my heart, Nay, she's yours now with no left."

And that night, it became a long night for a couple who were overwhelmed with yearning for each other.

They promised each other would face any obstacles that blocked their path together. Holding hands, step forward, leaving the past behind.

"Tomorrow, I'll meet Satya at her apartment..."