Love From Facebook

Chapter 102

“Later to meet Mahira?” Fahad asked, he opened the door.

Nayla nodded. “Before I met Mahira, I went to the kids first.”

Fahad clutches Nayla's body, and soon he'll be going to Kashmir. He'll be there for a week. As Ammi said, her son should be in Kashmir for a whole week. It was heavy for his feet to step away from his own wife in a foreign country. Although Nayla has been in India for almost a year, Fahad still cannot bear to leave her alone. He asks Sahil and Sanju to visit his apartment frequently. Also, he warns Anand to keep an eye on his wife today— as usual, as Nayla visits the disadvantaged children, who study with Akruti, one of the volunteers who sincerely teaches reading and writing.

“Don't worry, don't rush back here, Ammi misses you, give her a longer time. I'm fine.” Nayla said, the smile never faded every time she drove her husband to the front door of the apartment.

The smile was reassuring, but it also cut Fahad's heart. His wife always told him to put Ammi first, and obey everything he was told. Be ill. So hurt. Whether until when Fahad had to witness the disappointment and pain of his wife behind his true smile. “You don't get tired. Oh, yes, do not be late to take vitamins and milk, yes.” Again, he buried his lips on the sweet lips of the wife, long enough.

Fahad has disappeared behind the elevator door, immediately he closed the apartment door. Just like months ago, after dropping off Fahad. Nayla sat down, she had to give up again. For Ammi. This is one form of devotion to in-laws, as long as she is still Fahad's wife, Nayla will try to be a good daughter-in-law. One of them, by mengikhlaskan Fahad married again.

Don't cry Nayla, don't cry. You already know, so don't cry anymore. Hang on in a minute, four more months. Everything will be finished in four months.

The words that Nayla always made in her heart. Her hand was on the stomach, telling her baby to be patient. Nayla was sure the baby heard everything she said. “Sorry, Son, sorry mom. You must hear every cry of my mother. Sorry.” One hand touched the chest, hoping that touch could slightly relieve the pain that increasingly pierced the heart.

Ammi never changed her plans. Everything went exactly as the woman wanted. There was no longer any hope for Nayla, the hope for the integrity of her household, to knit her every happiness with Fahad.

If only, he had never opened his heart to Fahad. If only, at that time he could have expelled Fahad. Of course none of this will ever happen. That love must be paid for with immeasurable pain. The wall of social differences is real, even now it is getting higher. Nayla had a very difficult time reaching the great and high wall.

Astaghfirullah ...

Realizing her mistake, Nayla tried to dispel that regret in her heart and mind. Sin, if he regrets what God has given. The marriage was indeed for him, Fahad was his soul mate—maybe he and Fahad only mate until the baby is born.

The baby moved, making Nayla stop crying. A smile was etched beautifully on her lips. “Ready, Son, mom stops crying.” Rubbing her stomach, Nayla stood up to clean her face. His eyes look a little puffy. That's okay, the schedule to see the kids is one o'clock in the afternoon. After that, he will meet with Mahira at one of the malls. During that time, his puffy eyes will disappear by themselves.

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Nayla is already in one of her regular biryani shops. There are about 30 packages of biryani complete with drinks that are being put in the car by two workers of the tavern and also the driver who drove him— all along in Kashmir, Fahad told the office driver to take Nayla wherever she wanted to go.

The car drove at a moderate pace, splitting the bustling streets of the Indian capital. Nayla arrived, the cries of the children calling her name sounded very boisterous. Making Nayla smile instantly beautifully formed. Acute helps to lower food and drink. In addition to food, Nayla also brought them stationery— that way, the children will be more eager to learn.

“Kak Nayla, thank you for helping the kids here. They are more excited. Look, their number is getting more and more.” Akruti explained, today there are two children who come and join to study together. Now, there are a total of 15 children. “Kakak, why always bring this much food? Their number is only half this rice package, Kak.”

“Come everyone sit down!” Akruti gave aba-aba. “Kak Nayla her stomach is getting bigger, don't make it a hassle. Neat sitting, everything can definitely be.”

The spell that always works makes the kids sit and be quiet. Akruti helps Nayla. He distributed drinks, while Nayla distributed food. The children were sitting side by side on the stairs under the bridge. The place is quite clean, Akruti always clean it before and after lesson hours. Because, Akruti himself can not teach if the place is dirty, even he feels hesitant if Nayla comes while the place to teach is still dirty. Children will also feel comfortable if their study is clean.

Seeing the children eating voraciously made Nayla's heart feel happy. Their smiles and laughter seemed to help him forget the problems that these few months had in his life. The clock on her wrist had shown at three in the afternoon, Nayla said goodbye to the children and also Akruti. He must immediately leave to meet Mahira at the usual place— in one of the restaurants, in the mall.

“Sister, be careful, yes. Take care of health, the stomach is getting bigger. She must be fat.” Akruti takes Nayla. “Oh, yes, once again thank you, Kak.”

“Sama-sama, Akruti, I am glad to know you and get to know them.” Starting from Akruti's accident that hit Nayla on a road, Akruti was in a hurry, he was a little late to teach, he was walking while lowering his face after getting a call from Ammi. Feeling the need for a friend, Nayla goes along with Akruti and watches the girl while teaching the disadvantaged children.

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A hand from Mahira greeted him. Nayla slightly sped up her footsteps to approach the long haired beauty. Giving each other a hug, the two asked each other the news. Nayla sits right in front of Mahira.

“You took a taxi?” ask Mahira.

Nayla shook her head, “I delivered the office driver.”

The avocado juice Nayla ordered was already in front of her. Mahira, enjoy her favorite iced latte coffee.

Mahira noticed Nayla's slightly pale face, and the pregnant woman's body did not look full or fat. From not yesterday, he was eager to ask. Because, every time he met Nayla, Fahad's wife looked pale and tired. In order to maintain Nayla's privacy and comfort, she refrains from asking questions. But this time he could not take it anymore.

“Nayla, sorry, is there something you're hiding?” ask Mahira gently.

Nayla was speechless, she looked at Mahira in confusion. All this time, he kept everything alone. No one knows what he feels. All Nayla does for Fahad, keeping her husband's good name is her responsibility. Clang softly, Nayla said there was nothing. When Mahira asked about her pale face, Nayla replied that she was a little tired, nothing to worry about.

Nayla was not offended, she was happy that someone was watching her. There is no way he will open his household problems in front of others. Nayla doesn't want to be pitied. Enough God knows, his heart wound will definitely heal later after he separated from Fahad.

Mahira could not force it, although in fact he was still very curious. Later, when he arrived at the hotel ... he will call Aunt Farida to ask what really happened at Fahad's house. Mahira and Fahad's betrothal was a proposal from Aunt Farida, the middle-aged woman considered, Mahira is a suitable wife for her nephew. The best of man's plans .. Allah's plan is best for His servant. Everything is arranged in such a way, which is best for Fahad, Mahira and Nayla.

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