Love From Facebook

Chapter 107

“Fahad, you don't want to give me a gift?” Nayla asked. Sitting on the sofa, the two were spending time together after dinner. “Don't tell me you want to give me a tart cake, yes!” admonish.

So adorable. Fahad flanked both sides of the wife's face, then kissed her lips briefly. “Neither, right? I gave you a tart cake. It was also part of the birthday.”

Grunts annoyed. It wasn't cake or fancy stuff that Nayla wanted. “I can ask for something?” tanyakanya. His face has now changed expectantly.

“What?”

“I want to travel to southern India. We're on vacation there.” Nayla. He really wants to enjoy the atmosphere of southern India is still green. The place is the same as Indonesia, many rivers and greenery. Very cool.

“You want to camp in the forest there? There's still a lot of elephants, you know, honey.”

Pissed. Want a vacation there also does not mean having to camp in the forest. “Iya. So later you can sleep together with elephants, same tiger too!”

Fahad chuckles. He could not bear not to bite his wife's cheek. “This one pregnant mother is not pregnant what? A stomach this big still wants a vacation. Later, yes, if our child has been born .. his age is enough to be invited to board a plane, we are on vacation. Wherever you want.” Pulling Nayla's body into her arms. Fahad buried a kiss on his wife's forehead.

We split up, Fahad, did you forget that?

There's a tightness in Nayla's chest. Yes, he wants it that way too. Just like her husband planned. But the farewell must be real. There will be no holidays. There will be no beautiful plan. Sighing her long breath, she looked up her face. “Thank you, you brought Andi here.”

Tucking some of Nayla's hair behind her ears, Fahad says that it wasn't her who brought Andi to India. “He came here with his own salary, honey, many times I said I wanted to buy a ticket for him. But Andi refused, he was still waiting for enough money. Also, Andi asked me to stop sending money to him. He said his salary was enough for all his needs. But I still send it to him. Whether in use or not, the important thing is I send to him with the same amount as I send to Yasmin and Yumna.”

Nayla nodded. “Let as he pleases, Fahad. Andi must know what is best for himself. He's, right, my sister.”

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“Honey, can you ask for a minute?” yelled Fahad from inside the room.

“Big baby, Ma'am, screaming, tuh! There go.” Andi takes over the bowl from Nayla's hand and arranges it at the dinner table.

Fahad asks Nayla to put the buttons on his shirt. And, without Nayla knowing ... Fahad took out a necklace from his pants pocket. “This is a gift from me.” Linking the necklace, Fahad smiled knotingly looking at Nayla who was also smiling at him.

“Kok, your name. Not my name?” ask Nayla.

“Callons worn on neck, neck close to the same heart. So I want you to always remember that I have you. Until whenever I'm yours. You like the necklace?”

Nayla nodded. It was not an Indian necklace, but a simple little necklace that he definitely liked very much. “Thank you. You hug every day just that also a gift for me.”

“Ya, already. Here I hug.”

Blissfully. Very happy. But, it won't last long. One more month, it'll all be over. That hug, that kiss, that attention, everything. It's all gonna end.

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Friday

Nayla asks Andi to drive her to meet the children as usual. After breakfast and after her husband left for the office, Nayla was in the car to go to one of the clothing stores. Previously, Nayla had made an appointment to come early in the morning to pick up some clothes and blankets for the children. If you wait for the store to open, it will take even longer.

“Already, Mbak. Where are we going again?” andi asked after putting one large cardboard box in the trunk of the car.

“Ke shop, grab food.”

Andi protested in annoyance, her head feeling dizzy. He was faced with the crowded vehicle and also the sound of a horn that was mutually simple. It's like the new year. “Then, mbak also often angry. Now, these ears are the same thick horn sound. Already used.” Nayla laughs at Andi.

“Mbak, don't worry, yeah! Want me to come down? Really bad, anyway!” sudang Andi's.

Nayla laughed more and more. “Turunin aja. Ma'am can still go home. Well, you? caught by the police for sure. Foreign tourist missing, drive car again.”

“It should be, dong. Every fortune we get, it has its rights. God just entrusts us-we are, so we should also share.”

No need to wait a long time. Because the food was finished packed and Andi only needed to put it in the car. Finished paying and thanking the owner of the subscription store who was always ready and on time to pack the food he ordered, Nayla and Andi are now heading to the usual place where children learn with Akruti.

The cries of the children who called Nayla's name were so earthy. Hand lamb Nayla greeted them.ndi dropped the cardboard containing clothes and blankets— helped by Akruti who lowered food and drinks from the back seat.

“Akruti, this is my sister.”

Akruti and Andi shook hands, introducing each other's names. For a moment, Andi was amazed by the sweet face and long hair of Akruti who was stroked, his body was tall. “Kok, not Indian? But kayak blasteran.” Andi murmuring.

“Indeed blaster!” Nayla patted Andi's shoulder very hard. Made his sister protest annoyed.

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Riding the escalator, Nayla invites Andi to lunch at a mall in the middle of the city. Previously, Andi was performing Friday prayers at Jama Masjid New Delhi. Initially, Nayla wanted to buy necessities for her baby. However, the time is not possible to shop. It will certainly take a long time to find clothes and all the needs of the baby. Tomorrow, he'll buy with Fahad.

Waiting for the order, Nayla is surprised by Mahira's arrival. “Andi?” ask Mahira. He sat his body next to Nayla.

“Iya.” Andi welcomed Mahira's hand. “Who, Ma'am?” ask Nayla.

Nayla replied in Indonesian that the woman next to her was Fahad's ex-wife. Both of Andi's eyes are perfectly rounded, only this time he saw his wife and ex-wife sitting together without any jealousy. “Crazy, yes! Same with ex-wife husband.” Andi murmuring.

Nayla laughed, telling Mahira what Andi had just said. “Quiet Andi, we are indeed like that.” Mahira laughs. “He understands english, right?” her question was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla.

The positive energy in Nayla sometimes confuses Andi. His brother always gave his best to others, and sometimes forgot to himself. Forgetting about your own happiness. “Mbak Nayla, really okay?” ask Andi.

Nayla nodded, smiling. “Andi, he who nolongin mbak time fainted in the supermarket. After knowing this was Fahad's wife, she was even better. He's a good friend. Never once discussed their past marriage.”

Mahira was silent, she was not angry. Besides not understanding Indonesian, he also does not want to disturb the privacy between Andi and Nayla. Her ears did listen to what Andi and Nayla were talking about, but her eyes found a man she knew very well. There was a woman beside the man. His hands clenched, his face flushed holding in anger. Mahira was very emotional, he hit the table and stood up. “Nayla, come with me!” Holding Nayla's hand by force. Mahira invites Nayla to approach the man she saw.

“Mahira, where to?” ask Nayla. Andi tailed behind, though confused .. he kept following, worried for Nayla.

Mahira's hand picked up a glass of drink on the man's desk, dousing it directly over the head of the girl who had been trying to touch Fahad's hand ever since. Yep. Fahads.

Nayla's eyes widened perfectly. Apart from having Fahad there, Mahira quickly pulls the girl's hair. Nayla was confused, which was what— had to make her even more surprised. The existence of Fahad there, or Mahira who suddenly went berserk.

“You're based, yes!” sulcan Mahira. “I've spoken well, but you've even visited!” coined. No matter the girl grimaced in pain and asked Fahad for help.

“Mahira, stop! He's in pain.” Nayla tried to stop. However, Mahira did not want to take her hand off the girl's hair. “Everyone saw us, Mahira. Listen to their explanation.”

“No explanation, Nayla!” said Mahira.

Andi. He was even more confused to see the relaxed Fahad. Her brother-in-law sat down and brushed off her smile. Repeatedly he told Fahad to divorce Mahira and the girl, but yes ... Fahad doesn't care. The mall security who came could not stop Mahira.

“Dare you bother Fahad and Nayla again, I make sure you regret, Benazir!” mahira Sembur.

“Kak Mahira, off, sister, sick!” peekik Benazir's.

Nayla lowered her hand from Mahira's arm. So, this is Benazir? ask him to yourself. His feet felt weak. Nayla grabs Andi's wrist, takes her sister home. The call from Fahad was totally ignored.

“Mbak, what is this?” ask Andi. His footsteps followed Nayla.

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