Love From Facebook

Chapter 105

After last night Fahad was confronted by the cry of his wife, this morning he was faced with the anger of his sister, Yumna.

“Yumna, chicken is good?” ask Nayla.

“Naklah. Whatever, Sister-in-law, cook it must be delicious.” Yumna smiled, but when her eyes accidentally met with Fahad's eyes.

“Not the brother who cooks, but your brother who cooks.” Nayla's eyes were directed towards Fahad.

Yumna stopped eating, she stood up and said that the fried chicken was bad. “Yumna.” Fahad grabbed his sister's wrist, holding the body in his arms. “Already. Brother can't stand you being quiet like this. You're the same Yasmin compact. Sister can't stand Yumna.”

Yumna. “Eat him don't be evil! Brother, don't you think I'm the same as Yasmin? What if what sister-in-law is experiencing right now, it's turning to the sisters, Brother?!” yumna.

“Please help sister, Yumna, help sister convince Ammi. Sister will never marry anyone again, just Nayla your wife and sister-in-law. Don't be like this, Yumna, please believe and help sister.” Fahad.

Yumna looked at Nayla, asking for an answer from her sister-in-law. “Sister-in-law?”

Nayla nods as she brushes off her smile, asking Yumna to forgive and trust Fahad. Although deep down, Nayla did not fully believe her husband's promise. After what happened last night—after all the tears and disappointment that he had been alone finally released before Fahad, Nayla remained unsure if her husband could convince Ammi. Absolutely impossible. Fahad is not a child who likes to contradict the words of parents, not a child who does not care about the feelings of parents. Let it be, as long as Fahad and his two younger siblings can be in line as before. Let ...he will take another path, someday.

***

Fahad did not keep his promise to have lunch at home. In fact, before leaving this morning, he asked to be made chicken soup by his wife. Yumna and Nayla take the initiative to go to the office, bring Fahad lunch.

Getting off the taxi, Nayla walks around with Yumna. Security looked down respectfully and gave his regards. All the employees stared and whispered after seeing the two-bodied Nayla. It's been a long time, their boss's wife did not come to the office.

“Ngapain collect here?” Anand's coming.

“That,” pointed at Nayla and Yumna who disappeared behind the elevator door. “His wife Pak Fahad turns out to be pregnant again.”

“Terus?” both of Anand's eyebrows shot up, he did not feel astonished about the news that had just spread in the office. Anand already knew Nayla was pregnant, he met the woman several times in front of the apartment building.

“Yes, no, no more. We're shocked, she's pregnant .. but she's still slim, pretty. Still like a High School kid.” Priya.

“She is beautiful,” murmured Anand.

“Hah? What are you talking about?”

“Now!” Anand left, he did not want to be interrogated for what he had just said. He will not let the news that—ia had liked his boss' wife was spread in the office. It would jeopardize his job.

The elevator doors opened, Nayla and Yumna were greeted with shocked faces from Alina. “Mother, come?” tanyakanya.

Nayla nodded. Of course Alina invited Nayla to enter Fahad's work house without telling the owner of the room first. Just as she finds Alina's surprised face, when Fahad's office door opens ... Nayla also got a surprised face from her husband. Not surprised, but the look on his face showed that something was being hidden. Feeling a wife is never wrong, Nayla is sure of it.

“Sorry, I didn't tell you if I wanted to go to the office.” Nayla stands sculpting. She was afraid her husband was angry.

“Nggak.” Fahad smiled, he stood up to his wife. “Do not apologize. You have the right to come, whenever you want. Come, sit.” Inviting his wife to sit on the sofa, Fahad's hands gently touched the top of Nayla's head. “You brought chicken soup?” her question was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla.

“You didn't meet someone below?” Fahad asked.

“I nanya, why are you back nanya, anyway?” Fascinating petite nose Nayla, Fahad can not if a day alone he absent pull the nose and also pinch the squeeze cheek of the wife.

Yumna could not bear to see the affection of a couple in front of him, he asked permission for Fahad to go to the workspace Sahil.

***

Sitting leaning on the head of the bed, Nayla's legs were being massaged by her husband. It's like that every day—every night. Before going to bed, Fahad always took the time to massage Nayla's legs. All the housework Nayla did alone, not knowing how many times Fahad said he would find a household system to help her.

Accustomed to doing all the housework alone, Nayla could not if she gave her responsibilities as a wife to others. Despite just helping out, Nayla still doesn't want to. Four months to go. His status as Fahad's only wife of four is no longer. She will not waste her time giving everything she has and she can to Fahad, her husband.

“Honey, you still often exchange messages with Mahira?” fahad asked, staying with his hands busy massaging his wife's legs.

Nayla nodded, “still, often in fact. Wh why? Tumben name.”

“If it's the same with him again, never talk to me? He tells you what it is, like.”

Nayla remembers. No, Mahira never told him anything. Especially his past with Fahad. Never once did Mahira look out for her former household. “This is what you think about Mahira, call her name again. What's up?” search Nayla.

“No,” shakes. Fahad finished his massage, he leaned his back on the head of the bed. “Honey, you love me not the same?”

Nayla's forehead is crimped deep. Starting from asking Mahira, now her husband asks about love. “What are you doing, anyway? From Mahira, to love. What does it mean?”

“It's been a long time, since Ammi told me to marry again. Why are you never angry? Never once. Last night, you kept asking to separate. Not angry at me.” Fahad put his finger between Nayla's fingers. Playing with the back of the wife's hand.

Not angry or not in love. Of course Nayla wants to be angry, the love of her husband is forced to be shared. Yes, forced. That's why he can't be angry. None of this was the wish of Fahad, Ammi who asked him to remarry. However, deep down in his heart ... Nayla also asks about Fahad's love for her. Why is her husband silent? Why does her husband follow what Ammi says? Is it that easy to get married again? Why didn't Fahad try to fight for his house? Why didn't Fahad fight for Nayla? Wh why?

All those questions ran through Nayla's mind. Pitting each other around, looking for someone who might be able to answer the question. But, futile. Nayla did not get any answers, all there was was was silence. Nayla had to just shut up.

“I think you know my answer.” Nayla smiles. She hugged her husband, inhaling the masculine scent of that body.

***

Today is Nayla's schedule to see a doctor. Fahad and Nayla decide to do USG, they can't wait to know the gender of the baby. Fahad has asked the doctor for permission so that Yumna can come in.

The sound of the heartbeat was heard, the monitor screen showed the perfect shape of a baby girl. Fahad clasped Nayla's hand, his heart rumbling after learning the baby was a girl. The corner of her eyes was watering, just like Nayla. He's really happy. Nayla got off with Fahad's help, they both sat in the front seat of the doctor's desk. Yumna was behind Nayla.

“From last month, Mom Nayla's weight didn't go up. In these months, it should have gone up by a kilo. Also, try not to stress. Mr. Fahad, please help his wife, yes. His wife should not be stressed, because it is very influential on the health of the mother and child. Next month, Ibu Nayla's weight should go up one kilo, yes.”

Fahad looked at Nayla with a guilty look. Very guilty. There wasn't enough happiness he could give Nayla, there was only crying and sadness. Take Nayla off to be happy? No. gabe. Fahad can't do that. He couldn't be without Nayla by his side. But, maintaining Nayla ..this is what his wife must get, living with disappointment in a state of pregnancy.

I can't let you go. You're my wife. You are the mother of my children. Ii'm sorry. Please, honey, just wait a minute. Please, be patient again.

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