Love From Facebook
Chapter 100
Finishing all the homework, Nayla now sits on the dining table chair, eating a chocolate jam sandwich and a glass of warm milk. Nayla swiped her phone screen, looking for Andi's name there.
“Hai, Ma'am!”
Andi said hello, he was enjoying his favorite chicken porridge.
“Nagot your lecture?” ask Nayla.
“Lecture. Second hour, one hour is empty. Lecturer permission not to enter.” Andi answered.
Without waiting any longer, Nayla tells Andi that she is pregnant. Getting the usual reaction from her sister, of course Nayla felt a little upset. At first, he thought Andi would be cheering or whatever, but in fact his sister was ordinary after hearing it.
“Eh, wait! Ma'am, tell me you're pregnant? Ma'am, pregnant? Seriously?”
Nayla nodded, “do you not hear? Ma'am earlier, right, I said.”
Andi gave a stiff grin, he was too focused on his chicken porridge bowl, so his ears did not catch too clearly what his brother said. Of course Andi felt very happy, he told Nayla to be more careful and always preach every development of his future nephew. This time, Fahad is guarding Nayla, Andi hopes .. calamity some time ago no longer befall Nayla. He still feels guilty about it.
It will take a long time for him to get back to Nayla. Andi is very homesick. The man slept more often in his brother's room when the longing came over. Nayla was pregnant, not allowing for her sister to travel far. Even if the doctor allows, not necessarily Fahad also gave permission. Whatever it was, Andi always prayed the best for her brother. If later, the money has been collected and the time of his lecture has been off .. he will definitely follow to India, meet Nayla.
“Mbak, happy, right?” andy asked suddenly.
Nayla nodded for sure. He's not lying. Indeed there is happiness in his heart, but when he remembers the second marriage Fahad will still be implemented. Nayla can't just forget it. “Why is it?”
Andi shook her head, she brushed off a smile. “Ask only. Ma'am, take care of your health, yes, don't be too tired. Andi Kangen, Ms. Nayla. If, Ma'am, you can't come here yet, Andi will be there.”
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The sun is rising. Sitting on the bed, berselonjor .. feet he made as comfortable as possible. Turning on the foldable computer screen she was holding on to, opening the Asian drama app, Nayla looks for dramas she finds interesting. A historical drama was her choice. The Great Quenn Seondeok's. The drama aired in 2009, Lee Yo-Won was cast as the main character. Drama that carries the history of the kingdom of Silla— in the years 632 to 647. Seondeok, was the 27th ruler of the kingdom of Silla. She was also the first queen in the Korean kingdom.
Nayla has already seen it, according to him. Everyone managed to be brought to the era of the Korean kingdom so watched the scene wrapped very neat and beautiful.
One episode he finished watching, Nayla was about to continue in the second episode, but the sound of the doorbell forced him to get out of bed. For a moment, Nayla stopped. He has no appointments with anyone. Also, no one told him he would visit the apartment. Wearing a hijab, Nayla stepped closer to the main door of the apartment. Turning the key, Nayla pulled the door knob slowly. “Fahad?” astounded. Her husband was already standing before her, barging in and clutching her body. “Kok, here?” he asked after Fahad broke his embrace.
“Can't?” ask Fahad. Closing the door, taking his wife to sit on the sofa.
“You, right, only two days there. Why come back here?”
Fahad sighed, he pinched his wife's squashy cheek. Taking off the jacket and backpack that were still attached to his body, Fahad leaned against the back of the sofa. He looked into Nayla's eyes deeply. Fahad switched the conversation by asking the situation of his wife and their child. Touching Nayla's stomach, Fahad smiled happily. His tears forced him to spill, but he could still hold it.
Fahad wants to enjoy his time with Nayla. I don't want any other discussion except about his wife's pregnancy. Just sipping a glass of cold water that served Nayla, Fahad had to go to the office immediately because he got a call from Sahil. Preparing her husband's work clothes in the bathroom, Nayla wanted to protest because Fahad had just come—but, instead had to go again.
“I can come, no?” Nayla asked. Her hands were busy fitting the buttons of her husband's shirt.
“When, huh? I'm in a hurry. I'm home fast, kok.”
Nayla grunted in annoyance. But, a second later .. her smile was full-fledged. His hand patted Fahad's chest gently, “it's done, don't come home late, huh? Later I will masakin Indian food.”
Both of them walked towards the main door. “Already here, you are not wearing hijab.” Fahad said before opening the door. “Don't be tired, I don't want you to be sick.” Not to forget, Fahad also kissed Nayla flat stomach. “Papa left for work, okay with mom, huh? Papa loves you.”
Nayla was filled with excitement, this really cut her heart. Last night, Nayla had thought. He will return to Indonesia and arrange a divorce after his son is born later. However, what he had just seen .. made his heart feel torn apart. The divorce also means her son will be away from Fahad. The happiness that emanated from her husband's face as if breaking down the selfish walls gradually increased. Is this the time to be more selfish? It is not selfish to want to step down, but selfish to maintain a husband and his household.
“I love you, My Wife.” Fahad landed a kiss on Nayla's forehead and hugged her, long enough. Until Nayla ended the hug first.
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Nayla deftly prepared dinner for her husband. Time has shown at eight o'clock in the evening, Fahad never came home. Makes her a little worried. Because, since leaving earlier, Fahad did not contact him anymore. Never call, send messages. Nayla's phone rang, there was a message.
“Honey, I'm home. Open the door.”
Nayla's lips curled into a smile, which she longed to have come home. Walking quickly, Nayla opens the door, “kok, long?”
Fahad smiled wryly, he stepped in, touching the top of his wife's head. “Sorry, you waited a long time, yes?”
Nayla nodded quickly. Entering the room, as usual, Nayla took off her husband's shoes. This time she was not allowed to squat by Fahad, her husband asked her to sit on a single sofa. Then Fahad raised one by one his feet on Nayla's lap so that his wife was easier to take off her shoes.
Fahad lets Nayla do what she used to do. His wife is always filial, no matter what. There was no reason that required him to drop a talaq, nor would he let the word out of his lips. Whether Ammi and aunty try to get her married again, Fahad vows never to marry again. Enough Nayla. Nayla is the wife and mother of her children.
After cleaning up, Fahad and Nayla sit down together. Enjoy the dinner. A plate of both, Nayla who asked like that. Since Kashmir, the two very rarely eat from the same plate. The Sunnah is not intentionally left. The circumstances that forced both of them to be like that.
“I miss eating beef.” Nayla said after finishing her meal.
Put the glass to the table after sipping half of it. “You want me to buy meat?” tanyakanya.
“Meat goat, yes?” Nayla asked back and answered a nod of the head by her husband. “No need, Fahad, I don't really like goats. Buy beef where, huh?”
“In the market there is, dear, only if the beef is a little rare. You know it yourself, right? Here, the cow is revered, a sacred animal. Only small cows can be slaughtered. But, yes, it is, very rarely there is beef.”
Nayla must be willing to bury her desire to eat beef. After all, he must respect the existing beliefs. In India, cows are sacred animals. Also, Muslim women are not allowed to enter the cemetery area. Nor is it permissible to pray in mosques. Mahzab adopted by North Indian Muslims is different from the mahzab embraced by Indonesian Muslims. However, in southern India, the mahzab they profess is the same as the mahzab embraced by Indonesians. Not only in India, in various countries, it is certain that the mahzab embraced by a Muslim is not the same. Muslims certainly can coexist well and peacefully, the difference of worship will not be a barrier for them to make friends and enjoy life.
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