Love From Facebook

Chapter 112

Critically. That's Nayla's condition right now. He's lost a lot of blood. The doctor was confused, how could there be bleeding when Nayla's body was cleaned, the tear marks in the birth canal had also been sewn.

“Can enter, but please take turns, Sir.” Doctors allowed Fahad to enter after the man continued to force.

Sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed, Fahad clearly saw the face of the wife who was very pale. Kissing Nayla's forehead, Fahad weeps for a struggling woman— was not enough to struggle during childbirth, now his wife has to fight through a critical period. Fahad's chest felt very tight, as if something had stabbed him in the heart. He grabbed Nayla's hand, grasped it gently.

“Honey, I beg you not to punish me like this. Wake up, please wake up.” Fahad's words sounded sad. There was a sense of regret that filled the entire space in his heart. His wife always relented, all Nayla did so that she would not forget her duty as a child. No. gabe. Fahad never forgot his duty as a child. Instead, Fahad felt that he had failed to become husband— to be a backup for his wife. The tears she gave Nayla. Only hurt and pain always accompany the days of Nayla since she became his wife.

“You're so mad at me? You don't want to open your eyes?” Tears are relentless. Fahad looked down embarrassed, how could he be so evil as a husband? “Sorry, I'm sorry. I promise I won't be angry again if you tell me to go to Kashmir, I promise I won't snap at you again. Help me, honey, help me stay alive. You may punish me in any way, but please do not in this way, dear, I beg ... don't.”

Awake, Mother. Wake up! Don't do this, I beg you, Andi's sitting limp. Down, his hands pressed together his head which felt very dizzy. Seeing Fahad who was very frustrated, made Andi more aware again. The man was indeed the best for his sister, but why did that love have to be paid for by Nayla so much? That's not fair. Why should her brother? Wh why?

“Andi?” Mahira's coming. He patted the shoulder of his friend. “What are you doing here?” tanyakanya.

Andi looked up, Mahira's confused face greeted him. Staring at the door of the ICU room, Andi smiled bitterly. “Mbak Nayla gives birth, now she is critical.”

Mahira undoes her intention to visit one of her friends. He landed his body next to Andi. Yesterday, Mahira sent a message to Nayla— asking for news as usual. However, this time Nayla did not reply to the message. There was a little fear in his heart. Mahira knows, today is Fahad and Benazir's wedding day. Hearing Fahad's marriage was canceled, Mahira was very grateful about it. But, Nayla.

Fahad gets out, he asks Andi to come in. Her sister-in-law must be very worried about her brother. Fahad smiled seeing Mahira there—smile accompanied by wounds. Fahad tried to strengthen himself. That Nayla will be fine. Everything will get better again.

“Nayla great woman, Fahad, trust her.” Mahira tries to encourage. Fahad won't be able to survive if something bad happens to Nayla. He loved Nayla very much. In addition to Aadil's departure, this is the first time Mahira has seen Fahad cry. Fahad was very loving and responsible to Nayla.

“Mbak, wake.” Andi touched Nayla's fingers. “Why hands, Ma'am, limp? Usually this hand is very strong mukul Andi.” Comforting myself. “Mbak, don't you feel sorry for Fahad? He was crying, Ma'am. Wake up, don't be like this.” Andi leaned her head beside Nayla's hand, playing with her brother's pale fingers. Andi was terrified, afraid that Nayla's eyes would not open again. How would he live without Nayla?

“Mbak, I'm sorry. I can't take care, Ma'am, can't wipe away those tears. But, please .. don't be like this. Build, Mbak.”

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Fahad and Andi don't come home. The two of them took turns accompanying Nayla. Still critical, that's Nayla. Fahad rubbed Nayla's cheek, he put a short kiss on his wife's forehead. It was midnight, but his wife did not wake up, her eyes were closed. Previously, Fahad had seen his tiny baby—hatinya increasingly afraid to see the princess. The baby did not even get a touch from his mother. When the baby cries, formula is the only way for the daughter to stop crying. Fahad doesn't matter for that. But, he remembered very well, his wife always told him about her who would carry the princess, suckle her, babysit her— without anyone's help.

“I can, really, take care of everything myself.”

Such is. Nayla's spirit and speech. Fahad had repeatedly told Andi to go home first, but his sister-in-law refused. Fahad won't force it. It's only natural that Andi doesn't want to be away from Nayla. In addition to her being destroyed, Andi is also definitely devastated to see Nayla's critical condition.

Fahad came out, he was about to ask Andi to enter—replace himself to take care of Nayla. Fahad's eyes found Andi who was talking with the doctor. Fahad interrupted the conversation when he heard the doctor say he knew when Nayla would open her eyes.

“Means, Doctor?” ask Fahad. A bad shadow wandered in his mind.

“Pray only, Sir, may Mother Nayla quickly realize.” The doctor passes leaving the pensive Andi and Fahad.

Fahad's chest hurt, as if no oxygen had entered his lungs. Stuffy. I don't know what happened, Fahad doesn't understand. Why is it like this? Did Nayla really punish him? Is this what he has to pay for the tears that always drip from his wife's sad eyes? No. gabe. Fahad won't pay for those tears. Fahad wanted to pay for it with happiness, with a smile and laughter adorning his wife's lips.

Andi patted Fahad on the shoulder, saying that Nayla would be fine. “Mbak Nayla is strong, Mbak Nayla must have opened her eyes.” Andi also strengthened her heart. She didn't stop hoping, her brother would be fine. Sure.

Fahad nodded. “You've eaten?” tanyakanya.

“Already. Before Mahira came home, she invited me to eat.” Lying Andi. Yes, Mahira did take her out to eat before the woman came home. But Andi really can't swallow anything, his tongue feels funny. Only water could get into his throat.

Andi went into Nayla's room. He sits on the couch. Look at her brother's pale face. The hijab still covers Nayla's head, her brother is shy. She is embarrassed to have her hair seen by another man. In the days before giving birth, Nayla had asked the doctor that only female nurses help her delivery. Nayla also advised Fahad and Andi. In fact, the message sounded terrible. Fahad and Andi repeatedly say that they understand what Nayla wants. But she still said something about death.

“Let's not forget to remind the doctor, if only the nurse and the female doctor help me give birth. Also, if one day I am called to be with God, please do not broadcast my death. Tell your family close. If I'm buried, just broadcast it. Only my husband and my mahrom can bathe me, let no one else. Again, bury me at night. My character and my science are not like Fatimah Az-Zahra, but I want to imitate him for that one. So, don't forget my message, yes.”

That's what Nayla always said to Fahad and Andi. Remembering the death of Fatimah Az-Zahra, the daughter of the Prophet, Nayla wanted to be bathed and buried like her. No one can see his body. It would be very embarrassing if he died, but the body easily becomes the eye of anyone who is not a husband and also his mahrom.

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“Nayla. You awake?” Fahad smiled with relief. He could see his wife sitting down and smiling at him. “You're still pale, don't sit down.” Fahad touches Nayla's wrist, and invites her to lie back on her bed. But he stopped, realizing that the place where he was sitting was a strange place.

“You're back, yes. Take care of our child, give him whatever name you like.” Nayla.

Fahad frowned. Wonder. “We take care of our children together, dear. Now let's go home.” Bring along.

Nayla shook her head hard. The place was very comfortable, Nayla said she did not want to go back. “Here is my place, Fahad, I can't go anywhere anymore.” Standing up, Nayla gently touched one side of Fahad's face. His hands were so cold, Fahad could feel that. “Get our son, take good care of him. For nine months, God believed she was in my womb. Now, God trust him with you.” Nayla smiled knotfully, she stepped away—the longer, the further.

Fahad shouted, calling the name of the wife. Trying to chase after him, but the leg felt heavy, as if something was preventing him from getting from where he is standing today. Nayla did not heed her call, the woman continued to walk without looking back in the slightest.

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