Love From Facebook

Chapter 99

Worrying. Nayla was eager to tell her husband that she was pregnant. Fahad has only been in Kashmir for two days. Nayla is afraid of interrupting Ammi's time with her son. On the other hand, there was a fear that had invaded his heart. Some time ago experience made her think, that telling her husband about her pregnancy early is best. Seeing Fahad's grief as he miscarried, Nayla did not want it to happen again.

Finally, Nayla decides to call Fahad and tell him about her pregnancy. At ten o'clock in the evening, Nayla was sure her husband had not slept. Taken the flat object on the nightstand, open the call history and then press the video call logo with a smile that expands perfectly.

The darling?

Nayla directs her phone screen closer to the stomach, “hai, Papa, can't wait to see you!” A second later, Nayla turned her phone back to her face, so she could freely see her husband's expression.

Honey, you ...

Nayla nodded, her tears of joy she could no longer bear. Nayla said that she was pregnant. Fahad's face sparkled happily, Nayla could see that.

You pregnant? Seriously?

“Iya, I'm pregnant, one month.” Nayla reassured. The corner of Fahad's eyes water, her husband crying.

The happy news about Nayla's pregnancy seemed to give Fahad new hope. The fruit of their love is growing there. Everything will improve, getting better. Fahad was sure of that.

After ending the video call, Fahad immediately booked a plane ticket. He's going back to New Delhi, tomorrow, first logging. If there was a flight tonight, Fahad would have left at that time. Using the land route will take even longer, which is about two days. Therefore he will be patient waiting for the morning to arrive, so that he can also tell Ammi— that a grandson will be present again in the midst of their family.

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Not the smile that Fahad can, aunt and Ammi look disappointed as soon as he conveys about Nayla's pregnancy. Ammi's smile was fake, Fahad certainly had very memorized. He is his son, it is not easy for Ammi to hide his disappointment from Fahad. Farida's aunt forbade Fahad to go to New Delhi, citing ..His brother's son had been in Kashmir for two days.

Fahad does not give up, but forces Ammi to let him go. “Nayla is pregnant, Ammi, I'm her husband. How could I have left Nayla alone in a foreign country. I can't stay silent like this, I have to be next to him.”

“How about Ammimu? She's your mother, Fahad, who gave birth to you. You want to leave Ammi just because of that woman?” Aunt Farida interrupted.

“Not so, Aunty, Nayla used to have—” Fahad stop his speech, almost he said about Nayla who had a miscarriage. “Poor Nayla, Bi, she needs me .. her husband.” Fahad had lost his temper, he went out of Ammi's room, took the backpack on the edge of his bed that he had prepared since last night.

“Kakak.” Yumna. He approached Fahad who had just closed the door. “Where are you going?” tanyakanya.

“Will not go back to Delhi, Yumna, where is Yasmin?” Fahad spread his views. Looking for his other sister.

“Sir Yasmin went to her friend's house.”

Fahad hugged Yumna, he kissed her on the top of his youngest sister's head. “Jaga Ammi, pass it to Yasmin too, huh?”

Yumna. Unraveling his embrace, he slightly looked up so that his gaze could reach Fahad's face. “But why suddenly, Brother? Is sister-in-law sick?”

Fahad shook his head, saying that last night he had just heard about his wife's pregnancy. Yumna exclaimed with her frenzy, that contagious happiness filled the entire space in her heart. “I want to have another bang, Brother?” Yumna.

Fahad nodded, he re-embraced Yumna's body into his arms. Once again, Fahad advised to take care of Ammi while he was in New Delhi. “Do not try to come here often. Good learning, don't wander on!”

Ammi and Aunt Farida are already on the living room couch, both compactly staring at Fahad ya g just got off with Yumna. Again, Fahad tried to give understanding to Ammi. That he will never forget his duty as a son and an older brother, nor can he forget his duty as a husband. Fahad will try to be fair to the four women who encourage his life—Ammi, Nayla, Yasmin and Yumna.

Ammi also allows, however ... there is affection in the corner of Ammi's heart for Nayla, he never denied it. This is the first pregnancy, it is certain Fahad—his son— will put Nayla's health and happiness first. All for the sake of the fetus that is in the womb of his daughter-in-law. Indeed indeed. Until now, Fahad never said about Nayla's miscarriage in an accident. When he woke up this morning, Fahad had also asked Nayla's opinion, that he would tell Ammi everything.

Again, Nayla forbade him to tell Ammi. Fahad said it was the wrong thing. He should have told Ammi. In addition to Ammi being the grandmother of her children, it is possible .. if Ammi finds out about the miscarriage, Ammi will cancel her intention to marry Fahad again to another woman.

Promises. Fahad could not break his promise that Nayla had already taken. Not wanting to violate trust, Fahad chose silence and could only persuade and give understanding that Nayla is a good wife, mother, daughter-in-law, and sister. Fahad can confirm that.

Before stepping out, Fahad stopped and turned to look at Aunt Farida. “Bi, get ready. Later in the afternoon Imraan will come to pick up, Auntie, and take you home to hyderabad.”

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Sitting together, Nayla struggled with the many questions that popped into her head after hearing the woman's name. Mahira. Is that Fahad's ex-wife?

The cappucino coffee they ordered has arrived. The smell of caffeine filled the sense of smell of the two women sitting opposite each other.

“You want to ask something, Nayla?” Mahira makes a sound after sipping her coffee. “You've heard my name before?” ask again.

Nayla nodded, yet there was a hint of doubt in her heart. “Many use the name Mahira, maybe he is not you.”

Unfortunately it's true. Mahira in front of Nayla is Fahad's ex-wife. Mother of Aadil. From the look in Mahira's eyes, Nayla can see a kindness there. The woman had no ill intentions towards him.

“You must have heard about me and everything I did in the past.” Mahira started the conversation. He continued, a regret still lingering in the bottom of his heart. Not sorry that Fahad divorced her, but regret for what happened to Aadil. The word talaq that Fahad uttered was still ringing in the ears, haunting him at every foot stepped. Therefore, Mahira did not want to marry again. The trauma exists. The mistake he made was fatal. He put his job at the expense of his own son.

“I know, Fahad still hates me. I don't expect him to come back or anything, I just want to apologize for ruining his life. Ruining his happiness with Aadil.” Mahira said sincerely. “Please, apologize to him. But, I guess ... she definitely doesn't want to hear my name anymore.” His laughter was full of sadness.

Nayla looked at pity. It does. Her husband hates Mahira, even .. no one can say his name at home, especially in front of him. Right now, Nayla was afraid that her husband would know that he had met Mahira.

“As time goes by, Fahad must have forgiven you, Mahira. It is not your fault, it is all arranged by God. We humans can only pray and try, the rest ... God determines.”

Mahira nodded, she smiled knotfully. Hopefully, Fahad has really forgiven him, so the burden on his heart is slightly reduced.

“I heard about Fahad getting married again, but I just found out that his wife is a foreign citizen.” Mahira went back to sipping his coffee. “I know, Fahad can't go wrong choosing a wife. You must have healed Fahad's heart. Right, right?” tanyakanya.

Nayla smiled knot. “Oh, yes. Do you live in Delhi?”

“I'm single in Mumbai, Nayla. I'm on a job here.”

Nayla nodded in understanding. The ringing sound from his phone cut off his chatter with Mahira. Mahira glimpsed Nayla's phone on the table, Fahad's name on it. Before Nayla received the call, Mahira advised her not to tell Fahad about their meeting and chat. Not now, but later.

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