Love From Facebook

Chapter 111

That night, before bed ... Fahad and Nayla had a pretty good argument. The same debate as in previous days. Nayla even cried, telling Fahad to go to Kashmir immediately. Nayla pushes Fahad's body, hitting the chest of her husband's field. “Go, Fahad, go!” Nayla yells. “Tomorrow you marry, Fahad, go now!”

“Nayla!” fahad's voice boomed. His hands were on both of Nayla's arms, looking at her disappointed wife's face. “I beg you, stop all this. I can't see you—”

“Go, Fahad, go.” Nayla asked in her lowest voice, she really pleaded. Her husband must go to Kashmir immediately. Got to! “Do not make Ammi disappointed, do not make Ammi sad. You should get married again, Fahad.”

“Nayla! Stop saying stupid things!” Fahad is getting angry. He left Nayla, slamming the door of the apartment very hard. Fahad will never marry again. It will never!

Nayla was sitting limp, her tears did not dry up the thing. In what other way to get her husband to go to kahnur and remarry. “Saafin Nayla, Ammi. Sorry.” That grim cry is getting heartbreaking. Ammi, her in-laws will never apologize if Fahad does not remarry.

“Mbak, already.” Andi approached Nayla, she wiped away the tears that were still flowing profusely. “Fahad won't go, don't force him again. Don't.” For a few days Andi always kept an eye on everything he saw and what he learned. That Fahad really loved his brother, and the man was willing to do anything for his wife. “Let Fahad be here, let Fahad fulfill his duty as a husband, Ma'am. Don't tell him to go.”

Nayla shook her head hard. “Yes, Fahad fulfilled his duty as a husband. But, because it ... Fahad did not fulfill his obligations as a child. Poor Ammi, she's entitled to Fahad.”

“Mbak, Fahad has fulfilled his obligations as a child, brother, and husband. Fahad did his best. Don't force him anymore, Ma'am, don't.” Pulling Nayla's body into her arms. Andi could not see the tears that kept flowing. Her brother is too stubborn. Nayla gives happiness to her in-laws—but the pain she must swallow alone. Unfairly. It's so unfair.

Nayla did all that not to fix her own name. He thought, something forced will never find happiness. So Nayla decided to withdraw. Fahad will fulfill his duty as a child. During this time, Fahad has fulfilled his obligations as a husband. Later, after the divorce ... Nor will Nayla prevent Fahad from fulfilling his obligations as a father. He will give permission if Fahad wants to meet their son, later

“Already, Ma'am, don't force yourself to hurt. I know, Ma'am, it hurts to tell Fahad to leave. So, stop, don't tell her to do anything else.” Andi. He breaks his arms, takes Nayla into the room. He helped his brother lie down. Pulling the blanket over Nayla's body. “Mbak,” soft touch top head Nayla. “It's been night, don't think about anything.”

Turning off the main light of the room, Andi closed the door slowly. His eyes met with Fahad who had just entered. The two headed to the sofa, sitting together. A tired sigh could be heard from Fahad and Andi. The two men who loved Nayla so much sighed irritatedly, confused, scared. The heart of who will not hurt sees the persistence of a pregnant woman who tells her husband to go and remarry. Andi is convinced that Fahad will defend Nayla. His brother-in-law gave it his all. All the attention and love is always the view every day.

“For a while, don't see Mbak Nayla just yet.” Andi opened her voice. “He must have told you to leave again,”.

“I stay here, Andi, I stay with Nayla.” Fahad.

Nayla tried to close her eyes, her body was very tired, she wanted to go to sleep immediately. Her tears were no longer flowing, but various thoughts were raging— ran through her mind. His chest felt very tight after getting a call from someone. Nayla was so scared, what if it really happened? How can he live well? If he's alive, if he isn't?

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“Fahad.” Nayla shakes her husband's shoulder. “Build, dawn prayer first.”

Fahad squirms, his body feels pain due to sleeping on the sofa of the tv room. His eyes blinked, adjusting the light bias. A call from his wife came back, Fahad forcing his eyes to open. “Honey, your face is so pale.” Standing up, Fahad's hands went down every inch of his wife's face. Cold sweat dripped from the temple.

“You pray first, out of it leave for Kashmir.” Nayla said, she grimaced in pain. “Au—”

“You want to give birth?” panic Fahad. Without waiting for Nayla to answer, Fahad immediately woke Andi up. Ask her sister-in-law to perform the morning prayers first, only then they will go to the hospital.

Nayla was praying, she changed her dress to a long-sleeved negligee and then put on a hijab. His legs were limp, his stomach was getting sicker. Remove one bag from the closet— which contains a change of clothes and also some baby equipment. Nayla has prepared everything according to the advice of Mbak Indah, to prepare all the needs of childbirth in one bag. Nayla opened the door, Andi was in front of her room. “Andi, let's take you to the hospital.”

“Mbak, but Fahad—”

“Fahad wants to go to Kashmir, Andi, at one o'clock he's getting married.” Nayla menucas. His stomach was getting sicker, his hands firmly gripped his sister's arms. “Ayo.” Bring along.

“Ayo.” Fahad exits the room, he helps Nayla walk. “Do not talk again!” he said when he saw Nayla was going to talk. Fahad knew Nayla must have told him to go to Kashmir.

Arriving at the hospital, Nayla forced her way to the delivery room. Following the advice of the doctor and also his brother-in-law, so that more walking to facilitate the birth process. Without Nayla noticing, her energy was dwindling. She did not sleep last night, and now she has to give birth with a weak body condition.

The cold sweat was getting heavier, the pain was growing. Fahad asks Nayla to perform the operation

caesar, but his wife refused— saying that he could definitely give birth normally. Fahad's phone rang, Yasmin's name was on it.

“Thanks, Fahad, and quickly go to Ammi. Now, huh? Go.” Nayla said as she grimaced in pain. His stomach is getting sick. So hurt.

“Darling, don't think of anything else. Don't say anything more. I'm here, same you guys.” Fahad landed a short kiss on his wife's forehead.

“Fahad, please send my apology to Ammi. Sorry, I can't be a good daughter-in-law. Tell Ammi, Fahad.

Fahad and Andi sighed, they were completely inexhaustible about what Nayla was thinking. With all the pain of being one, the woman still had time to think of others—apologize for a mistake she never made. Nayla is a good daughter-in-law, a good sister-in-law, also a very good wife. Fahad was a witness to all his wife's kindness.

The doctor said the opening was perfect. Andi is asked to come out, only Fahad is allowed to be next to Nayla.His hands and Fahad hold each other firmly, Nayla muster all the strength so that the little princess can be born safely. Nayla prayed, wishing her daughter to be a good person, always remembered her duties and shunned what was forbidden by religion.

“Strong push, Bu.” Doctor directed. Before long, the sound of crying babies filled the delivery room. “Congratulations, Mom, the baby is healthy and beautiful.” The doctor gave the tiny baby to the nurse, to be cleaned and put on clothes.

Fahad approaches Nayla's weak body, giving her a long kiss. Thank you she put between the tears that were dripping. Fahad's chest rumbled as the little baby was held in his arms. Beautiful, very similar to her. Those eyes, the mother's eyes—mata Nayla. Fahad pardoned the princess, happy smiles and tears filled the delivery room.

Nayla smiles. All the pain was gone, not even felt anymore. Seeing Fahad holding their daughter—the endless gratitude Nayla said. How precious her daughter and her husband are. No. gabe. Nayla soon regained her own consciousness. It's all over, the smile fades. There will be no story between him and Fahad. Everyone is at the end of the road. Done it.

“Dok, Mother Nayla bleeding!” one of the sisters.

Panicked. Fahad called the wife's name, but there was no word. The baby was taken over by another nurse, taking her to a special baby care room. The doctor expelled Fahad, the man was pushed out. “Pak, Nayla's mother is bleeding heavily. So, please wait outside!”

“Nayla!” Fahad clenched his teeth. What's the matter? What happened to Nayla? Fahad asked himself. The tears of joy are replaced by the tears of fear. Really, Fahad was so scared.

“Fahad, what's the same with Mbak Nayla?!” Andi asked for an explanation. Earlier, she heard the cry of the baby, but now ..why did Fahad cry that greeted her in front of the delivery room after the nurse brought baby Nayla in a hurry

Fahad, who was sitting limp on the floor, ventured to look up, looking at his sister-in-law's face. “Nayla's bleeding, she's unconscious." Fahad's voice sounded bitter.

“Mbak Nayla?” andi's body felt weak. Her sister, Naylanya ... Why should Nayla?

The two men bowed down, fear surging into their hearts. Blame each of them who feel unable to care for and make a Nayla happy. Women who have always been there for them are now struggling to live.

Again. Yasmin called. The girl called on Ammi's orders. With emotions mounting, Fahad accepts the call. “Yasmin, tell Ammi. My sister will never marry anyone again. My wife is struggling to live, so please don't force sister to get married!” Fahad yells.

“I mean, Brother?" yasmin's voice shook.

“Your sister-in-law has just given birth, Yasmin, and now her condition is not fine.” Fahad's voice has softened. “No more weddings.” Fahad disconnected the phone.

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