Love From Facebook

Chapter 114

Fahad looked at his wife again before he got up, really. Taking off the tools, making Nayla have to go away is the same as killing her. Fahad couldn't possibly live with that guilt.

“What should it be?” ask him to yourself. “I haven't done anything for him, Andi, not ..” Fahad said with a soft word.

“Already. Maybe this is the best thing for Nayla. Do not regret anything, because holding it is the same as hurting yourself.” Andi helped Fahad stand up, he also forced his heart to stay strong.

Something touched Fahad's little finger. In fact, her little finger was grasped quite firmly. Fahad turned around, he saw Nayla who opened her eyes. “Andi, Nayla!” Both men were surprised. Nayla was already conscious, she had already opened her eyes. Fahad clasped Nayla's right hand, finally. Andi came out, she called the doctor and said that her brother was conscious. Ammi and the others also heard it, making happy smiles bloom on their faces all.

Fahad was incessantly staring at his wife, he longed for those eyes that looked at him gently, eyes that could always melt his heart. That nightmare will not happen, Nayla will return with him.

***

After one day, Nayla was finally able to hold the princess— her situation had completely improved. He looked at the little sleeping baby's face, his heart was very peaceful. Fahad opened the door to Nayla's nursery after he drove Sahil and Sanju home—both of whom had just visited Nayla. A warm smile greeted Fahad, a smile he missed so much. For years, he hadn't seen that smile.

“She's still sleeping.” Fahad rubbed the baby's cheek gently, then touched Nayla's cheek. “Our baby was put in the box first, huh? I feed you eat.” Fahad took the baby from Nayla's arms and placed it in a box on the left side of her bed.

“Andi not yet arrived?” Nayla asked before taking a bite of food from her husband.

“Awhile again also comes. You miss him?” tanyakanya.

Nayla nodded. Yesterday when he opened his eyes, he had not had a lot of conversation with Andi. Today, until late afternoon .. his sister was not seen again after saying goodbye this morning.

“Maybe Andi's sleeping again, darling, she's tired.”

Nayla refused a bribe from Fahad, she felt full. She looked at her husband's tired face, her eyes looking very tired.

“You don't miss me?” ask Fahad.

“I miss you.” Nayla answered. For a second, Fahad put his wife's body into his arms. He missed Nayla too. Fahad longs for those peaceful eyes, he misses his smile and his wife's touch. He kissed every inch of Nayla's face, he kissed those tears. The fear of loss was still in the corner of Fahad's heart. The dream felt very real. Also, the intense bleeding he saw was very heartbreaking. The woman, who sacrificed everything while giving birth, was willing to exchange lives for their children. Fahad would not be able to even imagine.

“I'm sorry, don't punish me in that way again. I cannot be alone, I cannot be without you.” Fahad tightened his embrace. As if not willing the body of the wife away from him. “Do not go anywhere, do not go ..”

”I'm not leaving, Fahad.” Nayla rubbed her husband's chest, the rumbling heartbeat she could hear clearly. “I'm still here with you guys, I don't go anywhere.”

“I'm not out of this world, Fahad, but I'm out of your life. I can't be next to you anymore. I let Ammi down. To coincide with me giving birth, your marriage was annulled because of me. I can't stay your wife, I have to step down. It's done, Fahad.” Inner Nayla pilu.

Since yesterday he opened his eyes, only Andi and Fahad have always been by his side. She asked Andi about her husband's marriage, and her sister replied that the marriage was void. No further explanation for that. Shortly after being transferred to the ward, Mahira comes to see Nayla. Also, there is no explanation whatsoever from Mahira about Fahad's marriage. Nayla wondered, what about Ammi and Benazir? Did they know she had given birth?

Nayla wants to recover soon, so she can return to Indonesia. Maybe three more months, after feeling the baby is strong enough for long-distance travel.

***

The car drove at moderate speed, splitting the streets of the capital that was quite crowded. Nayla circulated her gaze, the car they were driving was not heading to the apartment. Nayla asks, but Andi and Fahad compactly do not tell where they are headed.

“Silence, Ma'am, just obey me. Today I am a taxi driver. The important thing is to go home, right?” Andi made a sound, his ears were already hot to hear the various questions that were thrown from Nayla. Her chatty sister is back. Andi is so happy. Let's be chatty, rather than having to see her brother turn a blind eye in a critical condition—Andi can't promise to survive and be strong if it comes back to Nayla.

The car entered in a minimalist two-story house. The gate was already open, making the car can freely enter easily. Andi opened the trunk, he took out the bag and brought it in. The question from Nayla was not heeded, Andi walked without looking at Nayla.

Fahad holding her daughter, Nayla walked slowly by holding on to her husband's left arm. “Fahad, whose home is this? You answer or I—”

Fahad stopped, he looked at Nayla with a warm smile. “This is our home, I've prepared this all when I know you're pregnant. I built this house according to your wishes. Minimalist, there is a page and also there is a touch of Indonesia.”

Nayla was silent for a moment. A home? Home for whom? He will return to Indonesia—separate from Fahad. So, what's this house for?

“Some touches of Indonesia are from knickknacks, and there are wayang paintings inside. Also, there is a map of Indonesia made of batik cloth.” Fahad invites Nayla in, but his wife's legs do not move in the slightest. “Why? Come, log in.” Take Fahad.

“Fahad, why did you build this house? You know, right? I want to go home to my country, so I can't—”

“We go in first, after that you can decide anything.Stay next to me or go.”

Nayla had no choice. He obeyed Fahad's words. Sure enough, as soon as his footstep through the main door .. he was greeted an Indonesian map of batik cloth neatly framed walled. Under the frame there is a table where there are two jars patterned batik Aceh and Papua. There are also photos of the wedding silhouette of Fahad and Nayla. Everything looks so beautiful and beautiful.

Sitting on the sofa, Nayla skirted every corner of the house. As a woman, of course there is a sense of happiness in the recesses of her heart. Her husband, her man .. made a house as she wished. Nayla tries to get rid of that happiness, she doesn't want to get stuck deeper by that love and happiness.

Andi came out of one of the rooms, he approached Nayla and sat down next to her. Andi got a sharp glint from her brother, but she laughed instead. “Newly aware, just got home from the hospital, do not rese, yes!” Andi.

Fahad put his baby to sleep on couch— next to Nayla. He stood up, telling Nayla to wait for a while.

Nayla's eyes follow where Fahad's body goes. Her husband went into another room, then not long .. Ammi was seen out of the room with Fahad's hand. Yasmin and Yumna behind him. “Andi, take care of my daughter for a while.” Nayla stood up, slowly stepping her legs to reach Ammi. The one Nayla had in mind right now. He must apologize, apologize for the failure of Fahad's marriage caused by him.

Ammi did not answer, she hugged Nayla while apologizing. Sorry for being too selfish and not appreciating Nayla as a daughter-in-law. Sorry for the stubbornness that made the child and daughter-in-law have to live with tears in recent months. “Don't go anywhere, kid, stay next to Fahad. You're his wife, the only mother of his children. He's your husband, allow Fahad to start everything from scratch. Allow Ammi to correct errors, Nak.” Ammi crying. Nothing is more important than the happiness of your son. Almost, once he would advocate Fahad's life with his own hands.

“You are the best for Fahad and this family, son, forgive Ammi for hurting you. Sorry.”

Nayla's tears are dripping. After a long time, he could feel a warm embrace from his mother-in-law. Nayla's body was still sculpting, her hands dangling down. He felt confused, should he return Ammi's embrace or just let go? Nayla worries. What if one day Ammi again intends to match Fahad with another woman? How will he continue with all these near-finished stories?

No. gabe. Nayla put that thought away. Ammi has apologized, of course everything will improve. By saying bismillah, Nayla will step back into a marriage that almost stopped in the middle of the road. He returned Ammi's embrace, still apologizing and also thanking the mother-in-law.

***

One week later.

Nayla was in Andi's room. He helped his sister pack clothes. Tomorrow, Andi will return to Indonesia. The college holidays are over. Andi also had to go back to work, more precisely. Yes, Andi chose to resign after knowing that Fahad's second marriage which— would soon be implemented.

Playing with her niece who just finished breastfed by Nayla. Andi held the tiny baby, occasionally he rubbed the puffed cheeks very anxiously.

“Mbak, can you please come here for a moment?”

Nayla closes the suitcase, approaches Andi and sits on the edge of the bed with her sister and daughter. “Iya?”

Grabbing Nayla's one hand, Andi looked her brother's eyes deeply. Nayla and her mother-in-law's relationship is improving. Andi tried not to worry about anything anymore, but the memory of her brother's tears— made Andi's heart feel heavy leaving his brother alone in a foreign country. Fahads. Andi had put a little more trust in the man. But what if one day Ammi tells Fahad the same thing?

“Mbak, happily married Fahad?” ask Andi gently.

Nayla smiled wryly, she patted the back of her sister's hand. “Married to anyone, will not guarantee that someone is not hurt, Andi. The person you love and love the most, is the one who has the greatest possibility of hurting.” Giving a moment's pause, Nayla could see the worry from her sister's eyes. “Mbak believe the same Fahad, mbak also believe you must do anything if these tears fall again.”

“I'd like to ask for something similar, Ma'am.”

“What?”

“Please do not cover anything else from Andi, do not bear all the sadness itself. I feel useless if, Ma'am, cry again.” Andi.

Nayla nodded, she hugged Andi's body. He was gently on his sister's back. “Yes, mbak promise. Thank you for everything you do. Ma'am is proud to have Adi like you.”

The crying sound of the tiny baby was heard, forcing the hug to unravel— made the mother and also her uncle to turn to stare and pay attention to her.

“Hey. Om just borrow your mama for a moment, so excited crynya.” Andi and Nayla laughed together. Making the atmosphere of haru turn full of jokes because the cry of the tiny baby that sounded very loud.

***

Shazia Fahad Khan's.

The beautiful name Fahad gave to his little daughter. A name that has a sweet meaning. Fahad hopes that if one day something leads to a breakup ... or anything that shakes the household and family—keharuman Shazia is expected to attract all tastes between him and Nayla. Shazia, their daughter is someone who will always remember the bitter moments before the arrival of happy times. The presence of Shazia, the smile of Shazia who is now two years old is able to unite all families. Able to reduce the selfishness of the adults around him.

“Papa ..” Shazia runs over to Fahad who just got home from work.

Capturing his daughter's body, Fahad lifted the small body and put it in his arms. He kissed both cheeks of his daughter. The shoulder-length hair seemed to swing here and there every time he carried his daughter's body. “Shazia is fussy, isn't it? Shazia makes mama tired, no?” tanyanya while stepping in to his wife who is waiting for the tv room while she brushed off her beautiful smile.

“Zia kangen, Papa.” Both of his hands were wrapped around his neck. Shazia refused his mother's hand, hiding her face scratched at the neck of the man who had always been there for her.

“Zia, what, so again? Papa just got home from work, Zia. Come, down?” Nayla again reached out her hand, she was about to grab her daughter's body. However, Fahad rejected her gently. It's okay, he's not tired at all. He also missed his daughter a lot.

“Don't be too pampered, not good, Fahad.” Nayla. He has repeatedly told Fahad to control his affection so that Shazia will not be spoiled and can be independent.

“Iya, Darling. Thank you, you always remind me that I spoil him too much. Don't get tired, and never forget to remind me.” Fahad stretches out one hand so Nayla can get into his arms—with Shazia. “Thank you for everything. Thank you, you stay by my side. I love you.”

Nayla smiled,.“thank you still, have fought for me, thank you for still loving you.”

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