Love From Facebook

Chapter 103

Fahad in Kashmir. The man was in a taxi that would take him back to the apartment. Fahad doesn't tell Nayla about his arrival, saying he will be home in two days. Of course Nayla was disappointed, Fahad could hear his wife's voice saying, yes, it's okay, kok .. disappointed voice, sad voice, and a little noise behind the flat object screen.

Taking the keys to the apartment door in his pants pocket, Fahad turned it around slowly. Opening the door, Fahad spread his gaze across the living room. There's no one there. His footsteps led him to the kitchen. Appropriately. His wife was there.

“Eat ice cream constantly!” Fahad said, making his wife was surprised. Walking closer, he forcibly took a cup of ice cream in Nayla's hand.

“Says two more days?” ask Nayla. His nose was red, his tears were ready to slide.

Clutching Nayla's body, Fahad kisses the old wife's head. Enjoy the fragrant and soft aroma of the hair that unravels like a boat. “Sorry, I was just kidding. It's me home.”

That scent. The smell of the body she missed. Nayla drowned her face in the chest of Fahad's field. The hug was very comfortable, as soon as the tears that Nayla had held back from earlier spilled by itself. Nayla misses Fahad very much, she holds the body firmly for a long time. Until a movement of the baby still in the stomach was forcing her husband to end the embrace.

Fahad aligns his head with Nayla's stomach, his hands touch gently and he starts talking, “you're happy, yes, if papa again in Kashmir, can eat ice cream continue.”

Nayla slapped her husband's shoulder. “You are, ih!” sulking. He took a cup of ice cream on the kitchen table that was taken by Fahad earlier. Nayla finished the half-living ice cream quickly. “I eat ice cream is also rare, I eat if the air is again—”

“Hot morning,” said Fahad who has stood firm. His hands pinched both sides of Nayla's cheeks in a fit of anxiety. “Find another reason, I'm tired of hearing that reason.”

“Fahad ..” Nayla.

“Iya-iya.”

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Something Nayla doesn't understand. For the past two months, my husband has been very busy. Always come home late at night, also very rarely give news .. what and where. Nayla knows Fahad is definitely in the office. Only, Fahad never sent him a message just saying will lunch or dhuhur prayer.

Only Fahad's busyness alone makes Nayla a little wonder, the rest ... about Fahad's attitude and treatment to him, all the same. Nothing has changed. Fahad kept paying attention to him, always being friendly wherever was—in the apartment. Because Fahad rarely takes him out if he is not shopping monthly. Also when Nayla insisted on meeting Mahira or Sanju, her husband gave her permission.

The month had changed, Fahad had to go to Kashmir again. As usual, Fahad had to postpone his departure to Kashmir. There was a sense of happiness in the corner of Nayla's heart, she could be with her husband for a longer time. Again and again. However, sadness and fear mingle into one. Afraid if Ammi feels disappointed in him, feeling sad if Ammi increasingly thinks that he keeps Fahad—his son—from the family.

The doorbell rang, Fahad and Nayla looked at each other. Neither had an appointment with anyone, both were astonished at the guests who came early in the morning. Nayla was not wearing a hijab, so Fahad moved to open the door.

“Yumna, are you coming?” surprised Fahad.

Breaking in without greeting her sister, Yumna shouted to her sister-in-law. Hearing Nayla's words, Yumna immediately went towards the kitchen. Her sister-in-law was enjoying breakfast. A hug and a kiss on the cheek he gave to Nayla. Yumna really misses the woman who became a sister-in-law but feels like an older sister.

“Kok, don't you tell me if you want to come here? Kan, sister can pick you up.” Fahad's coming. He sat down on the chair and went back to eating his breakfast.

Nayla looked at Fahad and Yumna alternately. There was no answer from his brother-in-law. Yumna went into the room. “You're with Yumna why? She's so cold with you.” Nayla asked Fahad.

“They compact diemin me.”

“Means?” nayla's forehead was furrowed deep.

“Suami.” Nayla holds Fahad's hand. He smiled, “you are not evil. There is no sister as great as you.” Trying to encourage her, Nayla knew .. her husband was depressed. Faced with difficult choices. It's about the heart and Ammi. Coupled with the attitude of Yasmin and Yumna, who compact strike talk with Fahad. The two girls are innocent, and Fahad is innocent. But this is exactly what Fahad and all the family have to deal with. I don't know when it's gonna end, Nayla doesn't know.

I'm not the best, honey. I failed to be a son, a husband, a brother, and soon I became a papa. I don't think I can be the best for anyone.

Fahad hid his sadness behind a smile. Just like his wife, who could always bury all her tears behind a smile. Yumna did not go out of the room, Fahad also decided to immediately go to work. He told his wife to rebuke Yumna if her sister was too much trouble with her childish behavior.

“No, he never took me. I'm even glad Yumna is here, so later I'm the same she can—”

“Not able to get out!” fahad said, making his wife instantly speechless. “Your stomach is getting bigger, baby. Next Saturday you have a check schedule, right? Well, all of us go out for a walk. Yes?”

Nayla nodded. There was a sense of happiness in the corner of his small heart, Fahad was very attentive to it, very concerned with its content. Her husband often forbids going out, of course Nayla felt a little upset, but all that Fahad did was also for his good. Nayla doesn't mind that.

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Knocking on Yumna's room door, Nayla brought breakfast to her sister-in-law. Since coming, Yumna has not eaten or drunk anything. On the tray, there was a plate of sandwiches and a glass of warm milk. Yeah, that's also the breakfast menu with Fahad.

“Sister-in-law,” welcome Yumna. He let Nayla in.

“Breakfast first, yes. After that you can rest.” Putting a tray on the nightstand, Nayla sat her body on the edge of the bed with Yumna. “You want another big brother masakin?” tanyakanya.

Yumna shook her head, telling Nayla that she had breakfast at the hotel this morning. Yumna said he has been here since yesterday. He prefers to stay at the hotel first. She was going to the apartment after her brother, Fahad, left for work. More precisely, Yumna did not want to meet with Fahad. However, his estimation was wrong, he came too early so inevitably.

“You!” Nayla pinched Yumna's cheek, upset that her sister-in-law had bravely stayed at the hotel alone. “If Fahad knows you're staying at a hotel, you'll be scolded. Girl sleeping in hotel, alone again!”

Yumna grimaced in pain, “plananya I want to invite a boy friend, let not be alone.”

“Yumna!” Nayla exclaims. “Don't do that, pity Ammi same Fahad, they must be worried same you.”

“Yes, Brother, I was just kidding.” Hugging her sister-in-law's body from the side.

Nayla could no longer hold back, she asked about Yumna's silence. In a stir, Yumna protested her silent brother's attitude when Ammi told her to remarry. Regardless of the status of his married sister, Yumna did not want to be his sister-in-law. “She's a witch, look her in the eye, ask to be plugged!”

“Eh, hustt!” Nayla hits Yumna's arm. “Don't say that, ah. Not good.”

“In fact so, sister, she's a witch, evil! Married to Fahad. Brother Fahad too, why is it still quiet until now?! I want him to rebel with Ammi, do not want to be asked to marry again. It doesn't make any sense, brother. Brother Fahad is selfish!”

The look in Yumna's eyes really showed her anger. Like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. ”Don't fight the parents, Yumna, don't blame Fahad too. You know it yourself, right? Your brother never refused anything that Ammi ordered. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, the day after .. and until any time, Fahad will never fight Ammi. He must have obeyed everything Ammi said. So, now justin. It's okay, kok.”

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