Love From Facebook

Chapter 10

The night is getting late, Nayla and Fahad decide to go home soon. Just like when he entered the cafe, Fahad again held Nayla's hand when he came out.

There was a happy feeling in Nayla's heart when she was with Fahad. Comfortable, and .. I don't know, Nayla is still confused whether she really already loves Fahad or just a mere attraction.

“Fahad, thank you,” Nayla said as she brushed off her smile.

Fahad also smiled, looking at Nayla and gently touching the tip of the girl's head.

As Nayla gets out of the car, Fahad pulls her hand.

“Nayla, I love you,” the word is back in Fahad. He hoped to get a love reply from the girl he was looking at full of love.

Nayla's body pecked, back .. confusion returned. Having to answer what, Nayla was still confused by herself.

Nayla nodded, she took off Fahad's hand slowly. “I'm down.” Nayla brushed off her smile.

Fahad looked at Nayla who was walking further and further away from him, until the woman disappeared behind the door of the house. Sighing heavily, Fahad rubbed his face rough. “Why is it so hard to reach your heart? Is there not the slightest taste in your heart for me, Nayla?” lirih Fahad's.

He does not give up, his heart and logic both say to keep trying to get the heart of the woman you have it, completely.

Inside the room, Nayla lay down, staring at the ceiling of her room. Surrender all attitudes and treatment Fahad increasingly makes his heart warm, feel comfortable and accustomed to the presence of the man.

“Do I have to repay Fahad's love?” Nayla asked herself. “But I don't have the courage to do that. I realize who I am. Fahad and I are different, until anytime it will be like that.”

***

That morning, Nayla called Mas Arif— her first sister— to say about Fahad.

“Assalamu'alaikum, Mas.”

“Wa'alaikumsalam, Nay, you're the same Andi all right, Nay?” asked Mas Arif, his voice sounded that worried about his two sisters.

“Mas, this is a habit, every Nayla who calls first must be nanyanya that.”

Mas Arif smiled, “Mas has been almost a month not maen to the house, Mbak Indah is also not sepet there. Repot for the kids. So, Mas are worried about you guys.”

“We're fine, Mas. Oh, yes, today I want to play at home, Mas, I happen to be in work today afternoon shift.”

“Iya, Nay, coincidentally Mas is also again at home.”

Andi who will go to college also took the time to take Nayla to Mas Arif's house first.

“Mbak, later go home wait Andi pick up, yes?” andi asked as Nayla got off the bike.

“Yes, Ma'am later all leave for work,” replied Nayla.

***

“So, he's been here almost two weeks? So what are your decisions now, Nay? Do you like him too?” tanya Mas Arif who looked fixed the two beads of the eyes of the younger brother.

“Nayla doesn't know, Mas, Nayla is confused,” says Nayla.

Mbak Indah, sister-in-law Nayla also gave her advice. “Not to hurry, Nay, get to know him more deeply. You can also understand what is in your heart. It is love or just attraction. You also need to know him more in.”

“Iya, Nay. It doesn't matter, what matters is that you are happy. As long as he is responsible for you. If a man has a sense of responsibility, it is certain that you will be happy with him. The basis of love and the household, yes from the sense of responsibility earlier,” Mas Arif said.

Nayla was very relieved to hear the words of Mas Arif and Mbak Indah. The seed of attraction in his heart to Fahad, slowly it becomes clear that it turns out that he also loves the man.

“Udah, speaking seriously, now eat let's eat first. Mbak cook a lot, later you also bring home for Andi,” said Mbak Indah while holding Nayla's hand to the dining room.

***

Tumben, today Fahad does not call or send messages. Where's she? Inner Nayla asked.

“Be careful, Andi. That later do not forget in the same vegetable panatin side dish from Mbak Indah,” message Nayla before entering the restaurant.

“Iya. Ready, Ma'am, assalamu'alaikum.”

Andi immediately turned the bike and went home.

Nayla is still busy with her work, but her mind is full of question marks about where Fahad always sends messages and always says love. (Pronounce his feelings.) Want it feels like Nayla comes home to work later, she goes straight to hotel—meet Fahad.

“But I'll be home at ten in the evening. Where to go to the hotel,” complained Nayla. There was no word from the man, making Nayla lose her spirit.

Time has shown at eight o'clock. Previously, Nayla had told Andi if she would come home late.

A message from Fahad came in, creating an upward curving line, showing a smile on Nayla's lips as soon as she saw the sender's name.

“Honey, I'll pick up.”

“Iya,” reply Nayla.

At ten o'clock, Nayla came out of the restaurant.

Fahad stood leaning his body in the car. Nayla approached Fahad with a happy smile—his longing was treated as soon as she saw Fahad.

Fahad approached Nayla, holding her hand to the seat next to the wheel of the car.

After she finished wearing her seatbelt, Nayla who looked forward said, “Fahad, I miss,”.

“Really?” fahad asked who was answered nodding his head by Nayla. “I miss you too.” Fahad touched the soft back of Nayla's hand.

Nayla bit her lower lip, she turned to the left, hiding her red face, holding in shame.

“Honey, tomorrow is Saturday. You're off, right?” ask Fahad.

“Iya,” replied Nayla.

Fahad starts his car, drives to drive Nayla home.

“Today, where are you going?” ask Nayla.

“Ngot to anywhere. I'm at the hotel, finish my job.”

In Nayla's heart said

Before work, you can also talk to me first, right? Let me not nyariin.

“Honey, tomorrow I have to go back to India.”

Instantly Nayla turned to Fahad, hearing the man saying that he would soon return to India, making Nayla as if slapped by the feeling of love that began to grow in her heart.

Fahad, does it have to be this fast? I'm starting to fall in love and getting used to you.

Nayla just said it in her heart, there's no way she'd say it all to Fahad. That he was eager to keep the man for longer in Indonesia. Together, reassuring each other's feelings.

“Besok?” tanya Nayla who is still staring at Fahad— who remains focused on the wheel.

“Iya, dear, tomorrow night I have to fly to India.”

Without a visit, Fahad turned his head and found Nayla who was turning her face— looked at the side of the window.

“Sayang?” call Fahad.

“Iya?” nayla sahut without turning to the source of the voice that called out to her.

“You're okay, right?”

“No what,” replied Nayla. His throat was choked, it was hard to tell that he was not okay.

***