Love From Facebook

Chapter 106

“Where is the preparation?” Nayla asked. She served a cup of black coffee to her husband who had just returned from Kashmir, taking Yumna home.

Fahad took the cup, sipping a small amount of the concentrated black caffein-flavored liquid that instantly burst into his sense of smell. “What preparation?” tanyakanya. Put the cup down, then turn on the folding computer.

“Your wedding, how many percent?”

Nayla's question made Fahad undo his intention to continue the job. He turned off the laptop, closed it and put it on the table. “You have no other questions? Don't talk about anything, Nayla!” his tone of voice is high. Fahad is tired of all the talk about marriage.

“Oh, yes. Later please tell Ammi, yes. I can't come to your wedding, I hope Ammi can understand. I'm pregnant again. If not, I will definitely come to your wedding.”

Fahad is confused, he should be angry or pity. Sighing his breath long, Fahad tried to hold back the anger that was in his heart. He's fed up. Very-very sick. “No preparation, no wedding. Stop, honey, don't talk about marriage. Don't make my heart hurt more with your usual attitude like this. I want you to be angry. You can hit me, you can hit me too. Be able. Can so!” fahad is full of emphasis. Both eyes locked for quite a while. Highlight Nayla's eyes showed pain even though her lips were always smiling, Fahad was well aware of it.

“Fahad, but—”

“Already, darling, don't discuss anything anymore. I'm sick. I'm tired. Stopit! Don't—”

“What do you say, anyway?” nayla Tuas. “I, right, haven't finished talking. I want to take you out, I want dinner outside.” Nayla grunted in annoyance. More precisely, he was shifting the sad atmosphere created by his own question.

Fahad smiled wryly, he gently stroked Nayla's unraveled hair. “Oh, cyraine. Yes, come on.” Get up. Both are ready soon. “Do not make up pretty-beautiful. Don't let anyone near you keep asking for mobile number.” Fahad warned when Nayla was wearing the maroon-colored pasmina.

“Start! Jealousy is unclear!”

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The more days, Fahad is getting possessive. He forbade Nayla from leaving the apartment. Even for shopping for kitchen supplies and others, Fahad will ask Alina— for help to prepare everything needed and wife. Repeatedly Nayla protested, she felt sorry for Alina. Too many women were bothered by all the orders of her husband, Fahad.

“I want to shop for baby clothes, Fahad, I've been nine months pregnant. I don't want to miss the excitement of shopping for baby needs. Alina has enough of you to bother with, Fahad. Don't be your own boss, yeah!” pillow talk, more precisely ... Nayla made her protest, just like the previous nights.

“Yes, but buy the same as me. Not alone. Wait for me to take a day off, huh?”

When holidays? During the weekend, you go to Kashmir. When do I shop for baby needs? Nayla is upset.

If Fahad had been in Kashmir for a week, he would have been in Kashmir for only two days. No matter how hard Ammi forces him to stay longer, Fahad will still return to New Delhi for Nayla. Nayla's delivery date is estimated—about more than one month away. Fahad always wanted to be next to his wife. Waiting for that day to come, the day he will become a father. The day that the wife had to bet her life for the sake of their child. Fahad wouldn't miss that day.

Since morning, Nayla was always busy as usual. He prepared breakfast for Fahad. Her husband did not demand anything, as long as there was a vegetable salad on his dinner table. Fahad always lived a healthy life. Rarely eat greasy food, now .. Her husband prefers boiled or steamed food. At his current age, Fahad does not want his health to be disturbed— as the head of the household, Fahad always thinks about his family. He is the only man, where Ammi and her two younger siblings rest on him. The existence of Nayla, it gives the spirit to always apply a healthier lifestyle. His wife never tired of reminding him to reduce greasy food.

“Loh, you don't work? It's still thursday.” Wonder Nayla. Her husband came out of the room in casual clothes. “Your working table I have prepared in bed, you don't see?” ask Nayla.

Fahad sat down, took a glass of water and drank it. Return the glass to the table after the contents are halved. “I don't work, honey, tomorrow it works.”

“Why?”

Eating an egg sandwich, Fahad asks Nayla to sit down. He fed his wife the sandwich he had just bitten. “I have business outside, so I don't work.”

Nayla didn't ask anymore. He was curious, but preferred to be quiet. Work, nothing else. Nayla convinced herself.

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Fahad opened the apartment door slowly, he did not want Nayla to know the surprise he had prepared in advance.

“Where?”

Fahad was shocked. Apparently Nayla was standing behind the door. “Darling, kirain was sleeping. That's why I entered slowly.” Smiling, covering up his nervousness.

“Where are you from? Why just come home? He said for a minute, it's over lunch, Fahad!” Nayla exclaimed in annoyance. I don't know. Since yesterday she has been very upset about her husband's attitude. Whatever Fahad did was wrong, everything.

“Yeah, diomelin again,” murmured Fahad. He scratched his head that was not itchy, trying to seduce the wife so that she would no longer be angry. He promised, Saturday tomorrow will accompany shopping for baby needs.

“Nevent need to promise. I can buy it myself, kok!” Nayla was about to go into the room, but her eyes were suddenly closed by a pair of palms. “Who?” Nayla felt the hand, her smile breaking as she recognized the rope bracelet on her left wrist. “Andi?”

“Kok, you know, anyway?! No exclamation, ah!” Andi lowered her hand. Nayla's body collapsed in her arms. “Mbak, don't cry, I came instead greeted by tears gini.”

“Mbak kangen, Andi, really miss you.” Nayla tightened her embrace. Andi's shirt was wet with tears. Nayla expressed all her longing, perhaps also ..the pain she had been alone. Nayla longs. Missing the voice and smile of the sister who all this time can only be seen from behind the screen of her smart phone. “You didn't tell me you were coming here? Kan, mbak can pick you up at the airport.”

Decomposing the embrace, Andi wiped away Nayla's tears with both of her thumbs. “If you know, the surprise failed dong, Mbak.”

Fahad is happy to see the togetherness of Nayla and Andi. For a long time, he had not seen the smile of happiness from his wife. All this time, it was only a heart wound that he had given. Fahad knew, Andi was also the source of his wife's happiness. For a long time he asked Andi to come to India, but busy as a student and part-time worker in a photo studio. Only now, his sister-in-law could come to India. It was Nayla's birthday.

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“Happy birthday, Ma'am.” Andi gives Nayla a shoebox. After the meaning of the night, the three of them sat together in the living room.

“Lang years?” ask Nayla. “I?” pointing to himself. “What date is it, anyway?”

“Date 24 April. Ma'am, forgot? I'm old, anyway!” ledek Andi's. A punch floated on his arm, from Nayla. Andi misses that, misses the darling blow of her brother.

Nayla enthusiastically opened the shoebox, but for a moment her sweet smile faded after learning the contents of the box. Not shoes, but instant noodles and also his favorite bottle sauce. “Kok, instant noodles? Where's the shoes?” protest to Andi.

“Mbak, kangen Indonesian instant noodles, right? So Andi bawain's. His shoes are still in Indonesia, Andi's suitcase does not fit.” Again, a blow he received from Nayla. “Mbak, rese!” yells.

“Lagian, giving instant noodle time gift. Nothing else?”

Andi chuckles, “ada, Ma'am, there. This is the original gift.” Andi gives a small box patterned windmill to Nayla.

Nayla smiled, the melodious groove of the music box greeted her. “Beauty. Thanks, Andi.” Listen, look at the mini windmill in it that rotates while the music is still playing, also ... there is a pair of bird— that also rotates— beside the windmill.

Nayla forgot about the pain in her heart. Andi's arrival made her mood change. He was more excited and smiled happily more often. Fahad was the same, he was happy to see the wife who was also happy. Fahad hopes, with the presence of Andi, his wife's grief can be slightly treated. And also, he was treating the sadness in his heart. Fahad wants to forget Kashmir, forget about Ammi's orders and live quietly.

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