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Chapter 1 S2

Hii. See you again, same Fahad and Nayla.

Thank you to those of you who supported Fahad and Nayla from chapter one to the last chapter of season one. Season two has already begun. You can enjoy their story again. Also, if you want .. if you want, you know, this. You can click like and vote for Fahad and Nayla. And for Shazia of course. I am not maksa. But, if you can do a quote and click like. Haha. For visuals, I can't love. Because it's a novel, so it's up to you to imagine who Nayla and Fahad are. Once again, thank you for your support for Fahad and Nayla.

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Very happy for that little family. The presence of Shazia—small daughter Fahad and Nayla, able to make the love of both of them grow bigger. Now, the little family has just arrived in Indonesia. “Zia, carry mama, huh?" ask Nayla. Since getting off the plane, the girl with the puffed cheek always wanted to be in her papa sling.

“No!” shazia exclaimed as she tightened her embrace on Fahad.

“Papa tired, Jaanu. Carp ma—”

“No what, dear,” Fahad. “I can, really, carry Zia and bring this suitcase. I can also carry you all.” Fahad's feet that made Nayla smile knot.

Nayla tucks up Shazia's stroller and puts it on a pile of suitcases in the trolly. Later, Nayla takes over the trolly from her husband's hands. “I'm the one who pushed.” Nayla also brought a backpack containing the princess—'s small equipment in the form of eucalyptus oil, powder, several diapers and also a change of clothes. The trip was quite far, Nayla had to separate the important needs of her daughter in one medium-sized backpack. It would be very difficult to put all of that stuff in a suitcase.

Nayla and Fahad spread their eyes, looking for Andi who would pick them up. Before long, Andi who just got out of the car called her brother's name while waving her hand. A smile he put on. Accelerating his footsteps, hugging Nayla's body very tightly. “One year, Mbak Nayla is healthier, yes.” Said Andi, he broke down the hug.

“You mean fat? Fixed weight 51 kg gini spelled out fat!” Nayla. More precisely, he did not accept if anyone called him fat. Nayla always kept her weight. The proof, the clothes that were once still quite fit on his body.

Fahad laughing. The man already understood enough of the Indonesian language. His wife spoke Indonesian when she was angry with him. From there, Fahad easier to learn and understand.

Andi turns to say hello to Fahad and his nephew. Beautiful and adorable cheeks. Shazia was not afraid of Andi. Because his face every day always greet him through video calls. Shazia stretched out her hand, about to ask for her sling. Andi is also eager to carry Shazia, but he breaks his intention and chooses to put the suitcases that Nayla carries into the trunk. “Later at home, Zia, play the same om.” Andi landed a kiss on Shazia's left cheek.

The car is traveling at medium speed. Shazia was in Nayla's back seat. His eyes sparkled at the passing of the vehicle that cut through the streets of the capital. The plan, Nayla will stay in Indonesia for approximately a month. Or it could even be more—if Fahad gave him permission to stay longer. Fahad was only a week in Indonesia, his job could not be left for a long time. Daur instead of then, Fahad busy with the value of his company's shares are declining. All of this has an impact on production and sales. However, a few days ago ... Fahad can smile back. Slowly, the share price of the company rose again. Fahad with Yasmin and Sahil, trying to keep stock prices and production to remain stable. Many families depend on their company.

Fahad never wants to fire employees, let those who resign by themselves. If so, it means the employee has got a better job. Fahad feels happy if his employees can be one level better at work. One or two employees resigned, not for salary or job reasons. However, because you have to return home to accompany and take care of elderly parents. Also, female employees who resigned due to marriage. Her husband and family do not allow her to work.

Fahad actually challenged that one reason. According to him, after marriage, women do not matter if they still want to work. They work to fulfill their own desires. If there is more, it can help the family's financial income, right? But that's what Fahad thought. Not everyone can have the same thought. Those who advise will lose to those who live.

The car stopped in the yard. Nayla smiled, she misses her home so much. Many memories were running before his eyes. Memories of when he was little with his parents. Also, the infuriating memories of affection between her and Andi.

“Mas Arif same Mbak Indah later tonight new here.” Andi said while lowering the suitcase with Fahad. “Say, if you are here now .. You cannot rest.” Its effects.

“Iya. Tomorrow you also want to go to the house of Mas Arif and others.”

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The weather this morning was very clear. Shazia was with Andi on the terrace, both of them playing while waiting for the breakfast that Nayla was still preparing. Andi felt golden with the voice of Shazia which she felt was very cute. Speech that is not completely clear, facial expression that is always excited when asking something—or when Andi teases. Shazia uses Indonesian as well as English. In India, almost everyone, even most, can speak English. It would be easier if Shazia understood English. For Hindi, Fahad and Yasmin also always invite to speak using the language. They are not pushy, as time goes by ... Shazia could understand the three languages she heard every day. Shazia speaks Indonesian more often, as she spends more time with her mother, Nayla.

“Come, breakfast.” Nayla calls Andi and Shazia.

Andi stood up, carried Shazia and took her in. It's hard to have Fahad there. Sitting lesehan became Nayla's choice. Because there are no dining chairs for Shazia, so it will be easier to eat lesehan. Nayla will be easier to feed the princess. By putting a few toys in front of her, Shazia would be calmer, and Nayla could bribe her easily.

Andi put the cup of coffee that he just shaved a little. “Kirain was cooking Indian food. Turns out fried rice is the same vegetable kale.” Andi. He took a single centong of white rice.

“Do not!” exclaim Andi. Fahad and Nayla laugh together. “Later night cook plain food, Ma'am. Don't eat Indian.” Andi does not like Indian food. To him, the spice was too stinging in his sense of smell. Makes her a little bit unfeeling.

“Mbak equals Fahad also rarely eat Indian food. Every once in a while, if again pep.” Nayla.

There was a little chat that accompanied their breakfast. Chat business founded Andi after graduating college. Even though the photo studio is fairly new, but Andi already has a contract with one of the new wedding organizers. Andi paved all that from below. His skills of shooting, taking videos and editing videos, made his name count in the world of photography. Andi assisted Reza— his SMK friend used to— to handle all the offers that came to him.

Nayla was proud. His sister can manage finances to be able to set up a studio with her own work. After returning home from India—when Shazia was born—Andi applied for a part time job at a cafe. From there, Andi set aside some of his salary. Andi told Nayla herself.

“If I don't get it, graduate college I can be unemployed. So, instead of stacking applications here and there, I better make my own work. Thank God, Reza also wants to help. So not too bored if there is a friend.”

The studio photo is not too big. There was only one living room, or work room with Reza, the studio where he took pictures of a model, a dressing room and also one toilet. Moreover, now people prefer to take pictures using the outdoor concept. Andi and Reza spend more time outside.

Turning on the motor, Andi waved to Shazia. “Bye, Puffed. Later tonight, om bawain doll.”

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After returning from the house of Mas Arif and Mbak Indah, Nayla and Fahad took the time to play in the park. A place where Nayla used to love spending time alone. The park was a little changed, much greener and the facilities for children were also more and more. On the other hand, the garden is left with extensive grass as well as some there are gazebos. Fahad and Nayla's matic motorbikes stopped in the parking area. Shazia circulated her gaze, sweeping out the loyal corner of the garden. Not a weekend, the park is not too crowded. Nayla likes that kind of atmosphere. Very calm.

The two chose to invite Shazia to sit in the gazebo. It would be easier to keep an eye on the princess playing in a spacious place. Fahad pointed at a bench without stopping his steps. “Honey, you remember that bench, don't you?” tanyakanya.

Nayla. He smiled, remembering the crazy things he had done there. “Iya, I remember.”

“There you cry because I want to go back to India,” said Fahad. “Now, want to cry again?” Fahad teases. He took over Shazia from Nayla's arms.

“Fahad!” nayla Protest. Lips throbbing.

“Don't do that, honey, I'm worried about you.” Fahad. “If you are anxious, you know for yourself I can do anything.”

Twisting his eyeballs. Nayla walks ahead of her husband. Not angry, but embarrassed by what he had done on the bench that— ran away, away from Fahad. Crying under heavy rain while expressing love for Fahad. Ah, Nayla was really embarrassed to remember all that.

Shazia runs, plays with her papa. Nayla watched her daughter and her husband from the gazebo. Helaan breathed a sigh of relief, the gratitude Nayla always put in her prostration, in her prayers—after what she had to go through in living her household with Fahad. Those tears paid off with smiles and laughter. Just like Fahad's wish. Nayla did not feel vengeful at the circumstances, she accepted all the pain. All is past, God has fulfilled His promise. There will be happiness behind that cry.

“Mama ..” Shazia's approaching Nayla. Stretched out both of her hands as Nayla reached out to him. “Mama, home.” Speak in a less clear voice. “Zia want to play the same om!” he cried while jumping on the lap of his mother.

Fahad comes, he sits next to Nayla. Gently touching the top of his wife's head, a smile he gave to his wife. “You are so happy,” he said.

Nayla nodded, her hands busy unscrewing the bottled mineral water cap for her daughter. “Yes, I'm happy. Have a slightly fierce husband, have a smart child Masya Allah once.”

Fahad pulls Nayla's tiny nose. That one habit he never left behind. His hands will be itchy if a day does not pinch his cheeks or pull his wife's nose. “Where are you from, anyway? I, right, love ... hence fierce.” Exactly jealous. That nature cannot be changed. Fahad is grateful, there is Nayla who always reminds him if his heart and mind are dominated by jealousy. Fahad realized, he would be very creepy if the jealousy came.

His memory of that night—because of Fahad's jealousy towards Nayla and also Anand—which obviously did not happen anything between his wife and employees. His wife's body was indeed sick, because he was too forced to have sex. However, the wound in Nayla's heart was much wider and deeper. Nayla's tears, Fahad can still see her clearly. That regret remained in Fahad's recesses. “Sorry, I've hurt you a lot. That night, I forced you—”

“Fahad,” touches the back of her husband's hand. “Already, yes. Don't talk about that night anymore. It's been three years, but you're still talking about that night. I'm fine, yesterday .. tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on, I've forgiven you. So, now it's your turn. You should be able to forgive yourself.”

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