Love From Facebook

Chapter 108

Nayla had already prepared her heart to part from Fahad. She built up that courage a few months ago, before there was any news of her pregnancy. Now, just one month away from the estimated day of labor, he was made weak by the love. His heart cannot lie. He needs Fahad. He needs that man to be with him always. Benazirites. That girl is very young. Maybe he's not far from her. Seeing Fahad with Benazir hurt her heart. So-so. Even the tears were hard to come out because it was too deep of a pain that he felt.

“Mbak, please clearin, what's up? Who is Benazir? Why is Mahira so angry with him?” cerca Andi's. He asked for an explanation of the confusion he got.

Nayla lowered her head, her fingers squeezing the edge of the bed—sick, it hurts so much. “Andi, I want to be alone first. Can you please come out for a moment?” the door with a clean. His eyes were hopeful for Andi to give him time. As expected, Andi would not give him time. His sister kept asking questions, asking for explanations.

“Sayang.” Fahad's coming. He crouched in front of Nayla. Grabbing the woman's fingers. An apology from his lips. “I can explain everything, Honey, I beg you. I don't know why he's in New Delhi. I can assure you, there is no more marriage. Trust me.”

Andi. The two eyebrows are linked together, the water that was once confused is now made angry. “What is this?!” yells.

“Andi, please return to your room.” Nayla rules.

“Neg. Sorry, Fahad, I have to interfere. Mean what? What wedding? What's the matter?” Andi forced.

Fahad bowed down, he told Andi everything. About him who had to marry again, about him who was about to get married a month later, about Benazir. That was his second wife. Nayla fell silent, covering her face with both palms.

“Fahad!” Andi clutched the collar of Fahad's shirt, making the man stand up. Without mercy, Andi threw a punch to the face of his brother-in-law. “I trust Mbak Nayla, but you made her cry!” Hit, pushing Fahad to a fall. Make him stand up, then hit again. All Andi did without any resistance from Fahad.

“Andi, don't!” Nayla crying. “Already, Andi, he's Mbak Nayla's husband. Stop!”

“Suy? Ma'am, say husband?!” Andi stopped hitting, but his hand still gripped the collar of Fahad's shirt. “He doesn't deserve to be a husband, Ms. Nayla. Fucking loser!” any more. The punch he held up a row. Seen fresh blood coming out of the tip of Fahad's lips and nose. Nah! Andi doesn't care. If he had killed an innocent man, he would have wiped Fahad off the face of the earth. “He doesn't deserve it, Ms Nayla! He's a sissy, sissy!” Andi yelling. He threw Fahad's body on the floor.

“Andi, don't!” Nayla holds Andi's body, who is about to hit Fahad again. “Do not. Ma'am please don't. Already, Andi, already.” He hugged that body full of anger.

“Mbak, but he—”

“Do not, Andi.” Nayla shook her head, still with tears that did not stop flowing. “He's still my husband, Andi. Mbak, please ... don't.”

Andi sighed harshly. He took off Nayla's embrace. His anger did not subside, but Nayla's eyes shattered all his intentions to teach Fahad a lesson. Andi chose to hit the wall, leaving traces of blood there. Out, he slammed the door of Nayla's room hard.

Nayla approached Fahad, she helped her husband to stand up and sit on the sofa. Her cries grew as soon as she saw the battered face of her husband. Blood was still flowing from the corner of his lips. “Why are you silent, only? Why don't you fight Andi?” nayla asked which was answered by Fahad's head. Standing up, Nayla exited the room. He took ice cubes and a small towel, as well as a P3K box from the middle room nightstand drawer.

Nayla cleans the blood at the corner of Fahad's lips with a wound-cleaning liquid. Fahad hissed in pain as the cotton touched his lips. “Sick?” nayla asked which was answered by Fahad. “Don't shut up, Fahad, I'm scared.” Nayla is crying again.

Fahad smiled, took a cotton swab from Nayla's hand and threw it away. He wiped away Nayla's tears, removing the hijab that had been stuck perfectly in her head. “Don't cry, I'm fine.”

“Why don't you fight Andi? You bleed.”

Fahad holds Nayla's body. “I deserve it, darling, I gladly accept whatever Andi does. I also hope you do the same as Andi. I'm ready to receive it.” Fahad grimaced in pain as he kissed Nayla on the forehead, his injured lips sore when he came into contact with her skin. “Go to Andi, she needs you.” Fahad's orders.

“What are you really doing?” Nayla.

Fahad nodded. “She's more hurt than me, honey, she needs you.”

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“Andi.” Nayla came in with a P3K box. “Sini, mbak treat your wound.” Nayla grabs Andi's wrist. However, his sister threw out his hand. Tell him to come out. “Andi.” Call Nayla gently.

Andi sat down, she could not refuse her brother— even though it felt like she also wanted to scold Nayla.

Nayla cleans the blood on the back of Andi's hand. “Dear your hand, Andi, next time don't, yes.” Nayla.

“Mbak, why shut up? Come on, now go home to Indonesia.” Andi asks. Andi could not bear to see her brother's tears, she felt like she had failed to protect Nayla. “Fahad is a jerk, Ma'am, he doesn't deserve it. I have the same responsibility to live, Ma'am, and this child later. I promise, Ma'am, I can do it.

Nayla smiles, still down—treating Andi's wounds. “Fahad is not wrong. It also opens up his will. But Ammi same aunty.” Nayla gave a pause of her words, she let out a long sigh. “Then, the plan was to go back to Indonesia and take care of divorce papers. But, I'm pregnant. So I postpone it until this child is born later. Another month, Andi ... Another month everything is done.”

“Then? Meaning all this is long?” Andi's angry. “For so long, Ma'am, didn't say anything to Andi. During that time, Ma'am, weeping and alone here. Enough, Ma'am!” Andi was about to stand up, but Nayla had already held her hand.

“Andi, I know you care and love. But you can't leave without Fahad's permission. Wait one more month, Andi. Ma'am must have gone home and separated from Fahad.”

Staring at the eyes of Nayla's face, Andi tau .. her brother still loves Fahad. The man can grab Nayla's heart and love. From there he believed that Fahad would certainly make his brother happy. However, Fahad did not give Nayla a chance to dry her tears. Andi's heart felt sore. Her sister is very kind, never hurt anyone, let alone Ammi—Her mother-in-law. “If this is not Fahad's will, why is he silent? Her marriage was also one month away, it meant that she also wanted this marriage. Ma'am, would you like to be combined?”

Nayla shakes. “Andi, Fahad can't refuse Ammi's orders. Fahad always said yes. She also cannot share a husband. And so, I chose to retreat. Because until anytime, Fahad certainly can not refuse the Ammi.” command

“Losers! Selfish!” Andi. “If he can't make his own decision, why would he dare to marry?! What reasons would Fahad want to remarry? Not that, all the families he has agreed and like the same, Mommy? tanyakanya.

Nayla chose not to answer. It would not be good to tell Andi the reason, his sister could have done more and more scary things. “Already, your wound can be worse if you get angry continuously.” Finish bandaging Andi's wounds with bandages. Nayla got up, she wanted to make drinks for her husband and sister.

Back to Andi's room with two cups of tea on the tray. Nayla sits next to Andi— on the edge of the bed. Putting one cup on the nightstand, Nayla saw the wound on Andi's hand again. “Thank you, yes, you've beaten Fahad until he bled.”

Andi glanced sharply, “Mbak, quip me? Ma'am, can't I take him?” skink.

Nayla chuckles, she ruffles her sister's hair. “Neg. Glad you beat him up. But no more, yes, he's still a husband mbak.”

“I was going to kill him all.”

“Do not. I don't want to lose two men at once. You and Fahad are precious.” Clapping Andi's shoulders, Nayla stood up.

“Mbak?” Andi grabbed Nayla's wrist. “Come go.” Her request.

Nayla smiled, she touched Andi's face. “Sabar, yes. You get married well, parting must also be good. Accompany mbak here, in addition to this child .. you are also the power of mbak.”

Andi looked at her brother's departure. Tears were dripping from the corner of her eye. Her brother could still smile after what happened. Nayla's tears that she saw only today. Unimaginable, that love must be paid with tears that have accompanied Nayla for months.

Ma'am, Andi is not sure if he can hold himself is enough. I swear, I can do more.

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