Love From Facebook

Chapter 104

Yumna was very afraid of losing her sister-in-law. To him, Nayla was the best sister-in-law he ever had. Mahira .. The woman is also good. Only, Yumna felt more noticed by Nayla. Everything he needs, whatever he wants to buy, Fahad's permission depends on Nayla. In the sense of the word, Nayla understood more than Fahad, her own sister.

“Sister-in-law, why not go to Kashmir? If Kak Fahad goes to Kashmir, Sister-in-law comes too, yes?” yumna Pinta.

Nayla responded with just a smile. In addition to the pregnancy that made him unable to leave, Nayla also felt—sikit—enggan to come to Kashmir. I think that's enough of what he got a few months ago. It will be very painful to meet and see Ammi who is not as warm as before. Nayla is not ready to hear Aunt Farida's insults anymore. Although the woman had now returned to hyderabad, the mansion was filled with Aunt Farida. All his words were clearly ringing in Nayla's ears.

“If, Sister-in-law, come to Kashmir, the witch would not dare to approach Brother Fahad,” said Yumna.

“Means?”

“Iya, Brother, every Kak Fahad to Kashmir, Benazir must have come too. I'm surprised, who told him that Brother Fahad came.”

Nayla's face turned pias, she felt restless. Benazir also went to Kashmir, but why did Fahad never tell him? Oh my God, what else is this? Nayla's heart was pounding, she was very, very agitated. “Benazir to Kashmir?” muttered.

Duh! Slips!

Yumna hit her own mouth, she easily said it all. Since yesterday, Yasmin has warned Yumna against telling her about Benazir's arrival in Kashmir. Yasmin did not want her brother-in-law's health to be compromised. Yumna agreed, he promised not to say anything to Nayla. But he already said it.

“Sister-in-law, sorryin Yumna.”

Nayla patted Yumna on the back of her hand, she patted her smile. No need to apologize, no need to worry. “It's natural, Yumna, if Benazir comes. Fahad must also have the same time he, let's know more deeply.” It hurt so bad, had to pretend to show his heart was fine. No other choice, Nayla did not want to show her pain to anyone.

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The night was getting late, his heart was getting restless. Nayla could not sleep, Yumna said that Benazir also always came to Kashmir when her husband was there, really disturbing her heart and mind. Nayla wants to call Fahad, but she says she's afraid she might interfere with her husband's work. Finally, she sat on the living room couch feeling uncertain, waiting for her husband to come home.

What are Benazir and his husband doing? Do they always eat together? Spending time together? Where did Fahad sleep? Where did Benazir sleep? Are they always making out? Or are they even further away?

Oh my God ... Nayla was very disturbed by all of that. Dirty thoughts raged, accusing each other of Fahad and Benazir. Cold sweat is pouring down his temples. His fingers squeezed each other. Nayla was very scared, afraid that her husband would actually remarry. From the very beginning, he had tried to sincerely accept whatever God had destined for him. Nayla has chosen to step down and start a new life with her son later. As a wife, of course Nayla felt jealous to hear Benazir and Fahad were in the same house. Despite Ammi and the others, Nayla still feels jealous. He could not bear to hear it, especially if he saw it directly.

“Honey, haven't slept?” surprised Fahad. He closed the door and locked it.

“Fahad.” Nayla, unaware of her husband's arrival, stood up hurriedly, approaching her husband. “You're home.”

Nayla's face looked very anxious. Fahad grabbed his wife's wrist and led her back to sit on the sofa. “What's up? Why haven't you slept?” ask Fahad gently. Not getting any answers, Fahad takes Nayla to his room. Nayla's tiny nose had already started to turn red, her face looked extremely anxious. Fahad knows, there's something Nayla wants to tell him.

Nayla still did not answer. Many times Fahad asked, but only the head he got from his wife. “Why are you, honey? Yumna do it? Or do you want something?”

“No, Yumna no nothing.” Nayla was confused as to where she should start. “You take a shower, I'm ready for clothes.”

After preparing her husband's nightgown, Nayla is now in the kitchen. He made some warm tea for Fahad. His mind could not concentrate, the shadows of Fahad and Benazir were running around in his mind. When pouring hot water into the cup, Nayla spilled it until it fell to the floor. Luckily, the shard did not hurt his leg.

Fahad helped his wife get into bed. He asks Nayla to go to bed soon, because time has shown at 12 p.m. “Sleep, yes, it's late. Tomorrow I'm not overtime, I try to get home on time.” Fahad tidied up Nayla's haircut. He kissed his wife's forehead, long enough.

Nayla tries to sleep, but she has a hard time falling into a dream. He still feels restless. “Fahad, I want to ask.” Nayla sat her body, facing Fahad.

Fahad opened his eyes, “what?”

“You ..” Nayla. “Fahad, do you love Benazir?” it hurts so much to say that name.

The surprised Fahad sat his body down quickly. He stared into the wife's two beads deeply. “Meanway? Why are you doing that?” ask her gently.

“Di Kashmir .. You and Benazir why?”

Fahad exhaled violently, scooping his face in the middle of his palms. “Yumna who told you?”

Nayla shook her head, her tears were already flowing down the river. “She didn't tell, but fell asleep. Answer me, Fahad, do you love him?”

“I don't love him. Trust me the same. Yes, every time I go to Kashmir, he comes. I'm just as he doesn't say anything, honey, we'll just meet at the dinner table. More—”

“You lied!” nayla said her tears could not stand her anymore. Spilled it all. Jealousy has taken over his heart and mind. “You've been there a week, and all that time it's impossible to just meet at the dinner table. You guys must have been more than that. You can get married again and you can be any woman after we get divorced, Fahad. Don't be like this, don't!” Nayla shook her head violently, the shadow of her husband making out with another woman tormented her heart immensely.

“I beg you, Fahad, don't be like this. Don'tdon't. If you cannot wait until this child is born, yes, already. I don't want to believe it, Fahad. I can't.”

“Honey, listen to me first.” Fahad wiped away Nayla's tears, he sat closer, clasping his wife's hand. “I don't love him, I just love you. Now or later after our child is born, I will not marry anyone. My wife is just you. Please, don't talk about divorce anymore.”

“I can't share a husband, Fahad. I'm an ordinary man, my heart is not big enough to accept this fact. I want to go home, I can't take it anymore, Fahad, I can't take it anymore.”

Nayla's cry cut Fahad's heart. The wife's tears were like a pointed bamboo that pierced her heart wound deeper. Only a hug could he give, only an apology could he say. “Already, darling, I can't stand your tears. Already, I beg you.” Fahad. He caught the cold body of his wife shaking violently. “Don't discuss anything anymore, I beg.”

“Can't, Fahad. Had enough. I want to go home to my country, free me from all this, Fahad.”

“Honey, listen to me.” Fahad parsed the embrace, his hands flanking his wife's face. “I love you. My wife is just you, until whenever it's just you. I make sure, Ammi cancels her plans, I make sure there will be no more weddings. Trust me, yeah?”

Their eyes are locked to each other. After a while, Nayla nodded, taking care of everything her husband said. Eyes begged Fahad to melt his heart. Nayla who originally wanted to leave, seemed to be fixated by the look of her husband's eyes that were able to knock down all the parting walls of— that she was building since a few months ago.

“Trust me, I beg.” Fahad fused his forehead with Nayla's forehead. The cry of the wife still filled the room, really ... Fahad couldn't stand to see it. Angrier. I don't know who he should be angry with. Fahad is eager to destroy whatever is in front of him, so that his anger can be channeled.

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