Love From Facebook

Chapter 101

After dinner, Fahad gets busy with his computer. The man looks very serious. He felt lucky, his wife never once protested his busyness. Nayla will just ask. After asking, his wife will give him time to struggle with all his activities.

A message came in on his wife's phone, glancing at the closed bathroom door ... Fahad ventured to pick up Nayla's phone on the bedside nightstand. His eyes were fully rounded, implied an anger there after reading the name of the sender of the message.

The bathroom door opened, Nayla who had just finished cleaning her face was frightened when her eyes met with the sharp eyes of milk Fahad.

“Sini!” said Fahad.

Nayla stepped in doubt, her fingers squeezing each other. “What's up?” his voice was stifled, he was frightened.

“You met Mahira?!” snapped Fahad.

“A-me, the—”

“Nayla!” fahad's voice grew louder.

Nayla, who was standing right in front of Fahad, slowly regressed her body. The shadow of that terrifying night came back to him.

“Jawab me!”

Nayla is shocked. The corner of his eyes was already watering. “You must be, don't want to hear first.”

Instantly, Fahad's anger subsided. Nayla's eyes melted her heart. Sighing deeply, Fahad touched Nayla's wrist and led her to sit on the sofa. Waving some of Nayla's hair behind her ears, she again asked about the message that Mahira sent. Fahad listened, he allowed his wife to tell him everything from the beginning.

Starting from going out of the apartment, met Anand while waiting for the online taxi he ordered. Nayla told him everything clearly, with nothing to add or subtract. “Mahira who took me to the hospital, he also nganter me home.” Nayla said, still with eyes afraid of her husband's anger.

“You're nothing, right, same him?” Fahad. He saw all the curves of his wife's body, maybe there were parts that were scuffed or even injured. Of course Nayla shook her head hard, she felt fine. “Yakin? She's good with you?”

Nayla's eyebrows are intertwined, Fahad's speech sounds very exaggerated. Yes, well ... Nayla also knows the past of Mahira and her husband, but it is not good to continue to anger— and even judge the person with one bad value, without comparing with other good values. “Mahira good, Fahad. If he's evil, why did he take me to the hospital, try?”

“He's evil, I said he's evil!” Fahad. “Don't be friends with Mahira, I don't like. You heard, right?”

Nayla nodded, though her lips were eager to protest Fahad's attitude that forbade her from making further friends with Mahira, Nayla tried to understand her husband's position. Fahad still holds that old wound, arguably a little grudge. Revenge will be carelessness and personal interests of his ex-wife.

“If I don't see the contents of your message, you won't tell me too?” ask Fahad.

“I keep telling you, Fahad, but you just got home. I haven't had a chance. I didn't expect, you should know this way.”

Fahad pulled Nayla's body into his arms, the silent eyes breaking down the wall of anger in his heart. Fahad was eager to change his nature that too quickly concluded something. But somehow it is very difficult. “Honey, help me better. Don't go,” he said.

Unraveling her embrace, Nayla stared at the two beads of Fahad's eyes. “You why, really like to say don't go on?”

“I've told you, right, not a wife if not appreciated .. someday she must go, leaving the husband with all her selfishness.” Fahad explained, there was fear in his eyes when his lips said the word “away”.

“***!” Fahad laughed to himself. His ears were so sharp that none of Nayla's words he missed. “Come, I punish you for meeting that woman.” Forcibly carrying Nayla's body up onto the bed, the punishment was given Fahad with warmth at every touch.

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Everything's great. Nayla's health and her fetal development are going well and healthy. Checking the content every month, Fahad did not want to miss the opportunity. There is nothing more important than his wife and children. For Ammi, the woman also remains number one in her heart. The position of Ammi and Nayla cannot be equated, they are both number one in his heart.

Procrastinating, saying he was still preoccupied with his office work, Fahad sought to step down his return to Kashmir. Not without reason he did all that. It's not because Nayla asked him to stay in New Delhi. It was precisely the wife who always told him to immediately go to Kashmir. Almost every night before bedtime, Nayla always talks about Ammi and Kashmir. His wife always advised him not to make Ammi sad and disappointed.

The heart of a husband who does not feel pain heard the words of his own wife—who told him to obey Ammi's request to marry again. Still is. Nayla's gonna ask for a divorce. Although now, until the age of five months pregnant .. his wife never discussed the divorce again, Fahad already knew if Nayla still wanted it.

“Fahad, I can see Mahira tomorrow, right? He's got a job here. Can, right?” Nayla asks for permission, she gets into bed following Fahad, after preparing for her husband's needs to leave for Kashmir tomorrow. Slowly, Nayla tells Fahad that Mahira has changed. She's a good woman. Mahira has realized her mistakes in the past. It's not good to keep bringing up the blame and pain. Up there, Aadil was already happy. The child will feel sad if his parents continue to disagree.

Fahad puts his phone on the nightstand, he helps Nayla lie down. “Honey, you're not jealous of him?” lying on Nayla's left side, staring at his wife's tired face.

“He who? Mahira?” tanyakanya. Fahad did not want to mention the woman's name.

“Iya, the.”

Nayla smiled, she touched Fahad's slightly clean cheeks. Yes, her husband had just shaved thin hair gently around the cheeks and chin. “No reason can make me jealous. All this time, if I wanted to meet Mahira, you just ran and picked up doang, right? You never met.” Yes, quite often Nayla and Mahira make an appointment at the mall. “So, why should I be jealous of Mahira?”

Getting such questions, forcing Fahad to think again. No one deserves to be cheated. There was nothing between him and Mahira. Also, Mahira never showed anything that could make Nayla feel jealous—Fahad got all the information from his wife. Every time he meets, Mahira never talks about her past with Fahad again. Just talking about Nayla's pregnancy and about Mahira's busyness.

“Tomorrow Friday, you go to the kids again?”

Nayla was surprised, her husband knew about her activities on Friday. “You know where you are from?”

Tidying up Nayla's hair child, Fahad brought his body closer so he could hug his wife. “From Anand, he's seen you.”

Nayla apologized, had lied and was hiding something from her husband. “I'm afraid you don't give permission, so I ..”

“Neither, dear, it's a good job. You share with disadvantaged children, setting aside some of the sustenance that Allah has entrusted. In every fortune we can, right, there is their right. Nothing wrong and you don't have to apologize.”

A smile was engraved on Nayla's lips, finally .. After a long time he was looking for the right time to talk to her husband, now he did not have to worry anymore because Fahad already knew everything from the beginning.

“As usual, tomorrow Anand watches you go to the kids. So ... ah!” a blow he got from his wife. “Kok, mukul?!” Fahad cried out in pain.

“Have a husband does not want to worry himself, instead tell others. Anand again.” Nayla was about to keep her body away from Fahad, but she lost quickly from the clutches of her husband's hand.

“You, yes, like it right by the way.” Landing a kiss on Nayla's cheek in dismay. “Sorry, honey, I'll accompany you to go to the kids sometime. Why did I tell Anand, yes, because I believed him. You do too, right? He's my employee, honey, if he dares to like you .. I can make sure he's sorry for a lifetime.”

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