Love From Facebook

Chapter 2 S2

Andi turned off the engine, he just got home. A call from Shazia greeted him. Andi thought, what is this .. that fathers often say when they come home from work? When you're home, look at the smile of the child, all the fatigue disappears instantly. Andi raised the tiny body, kissing her cheeks in great anxiety. Shazia's cheerful smile seemed to bewitch him. The fatigue is gone.

“New home you?” ask Nayla.

Andi sat her body on the sofa, taking out the doll that she had promised Shazia this morning. “Not yet, still on the road.” Relax Andi without taking your eyes off Shazia.

Nayla clucked in annoyance. He wanted to hit his sister's arm. However, he broke his intention, there was Shazia there. It's not good if his daughter sees what he did to Andi. “Rese!” pissed Nayla.

It's time for dinner, everyone gathers at the dinner table. Andi was done cleaning up, his nephew was sitting on his lap again. Andi enjoyed the moment. His busy life makes it difficult for him to visit India, only video calls are able to erode his longing for Nayla and his nephew.

“Mbak, I didn't go home. Dinner doesn't have to wait for me to come home. Later fear kemalaman.” Andi spoke softly.

Nayla nodded. “But, you don't eat late.”

Fahad watched his wife and sister-in-law as well. The two always show affection for each other. In fact, people often think that Nayla and Andi are lovers. If you walk together, both of them look very harmonious.

 

“Ah, funny. Cute, beautiful.”

“He is beautiful, his mother is beautiful, his father is also .. sakep.”

The words were addressed to Shazia, Andi and also Nayla who were walking together to a playground—when not with Fahad. Arriving home, Nayla told her husband. Sure, Fahad laughed hearing that. It doesn't matter if people think Nayla and Andi are a couple, the important thing is not other men. That's what Fahad said.

After dinner, the little family chatted in the tv room. Fahad and Andi are busy with folding computers that are in their respective laps. Nayla was busy playing with Shazia. His daughter was not sleepy at all. In fact, Shazia was seen inviting Andi to play. He walked slowly, came to Andi and touched his shoulder.

“Om Andi.” Call him with a voice along while tilting his head so that his eyes can reach Andi's face perfectly.

“Zia, it's nine o'clock. Not sleepy?” andi asked, he lowered the laptop and switched to holding Shazia. Pinched the cheeks of her nephew's bully, Andi was very anxious. Very-sanvat was so anxious that he wanted to bite Shazia's cheek.

His phone rang, Andi picked up the select object lying beside him. Soon, he put his phone back on the floor after reading the caller's name. One. Two. Three. Three times his phone kept ringing. However, Andi did not care about it at all. He did not make his phone in silent mode, because Shazia really liked the sound of the song that sounded stomping. Shazia shook her body, following the rhythm of the song.

“Thank you first, Andi, who knows it matters.” Nayla.

“Connected, Mbak.”

Fahad is speaking. He sure, it's not a misalignment. If it's wrong, why call three times? Very humorous. “Your boyfriend?” tanyakanya.

Andi. He was surprised to hear Fahad's question. Shake loudly, argue quickly.

“Thankat first Andi, a girl if it's bad is dangerous. Could explode whole house.” Fahad.

“Eh!” Nayla stands. “You quipped me?” tanyakanya. But Fahad, however, stood up. Nayla was convinced that her husband was insinuating her. Who else if not him?

“Honey, there are many girls in this world. Not you, kok.”

Nayla takes Shazia from Andi's lap. “You slept here with Andi.” Get in the room, lock the door. Nayla's upset. Fahad could have said something like that. She is angry and angry because of Fahad, her husband. Who else if not her husband. It can't be a man's husband.

Fahad breathed a tired sigh. Right, eh? It would be terrible if women were already angry. They are like that, but they don't want to be said like that. “Andi, is your boyfriend also like your brother?”

“Hah?” Andi. One eyebrow raised up. “What girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend.” His lie.

Fahad laughing. From the look on his face, he already knew that Andi did have a boyfriend. “Oke, would you like me to find a wife, right? Or marriage? Mumpung me and Nayla are still here.”

Andi was sick of hearing that taunt. Married, looking for a future wife. Oh, that really pisses him off. Andi wants to focus on her work. He is not worried about the soul mate at all. If it is time, meet. Everyone has arranged, right? Just relax ... all will be beautiful in time—with effort also of course. There is nothing beautiful without effort and prayer.

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Cooking it is quite easy, saute spinach with a little oil until slightly withered. If you have, set aside and start sauteing the herbs. One that should not be missed from an Indian cuisine is masala salt, a special Indian spice that Nayla carries. After the seasoning is fragrant, enter the spinach, and if it is ripe .. blend the spinach that has been mixed with the spice earlier, want smooth or a little rough it depends on taste. Nayla and Fahad have similar tastes, do not like if the spinach is too soft. Nayla only counted for five seconds for the smoothing process.

After that, put it back in the pan and put some Paneer pieces in it. Add salt and flavoring according to taste, if it feels too thick, can be added a little water then close the pan and wait until boiling. Nayla also cooks basmati rice, a typical Indian rice that has a long shape and a distinctive aroma. Even if you look at it from far away, the rice will look like vermicelli. Long and small.

Andi who is not too fond of Indian food also asked Nayla to cook fried rice.

Nayla has arranged several dishes at the dining table. No time if he had to arrange a lesehan with him who was still finishing baking a little leftover Allo paratonly dough. Andi was sitting on the dining table chair while sipping coffee made by the brother. Meanwhile, Fahad, he was busy disturbing his little daughter to wake up immediately. Until finally heard the sound of crying from the princess who was looking for her mother. “Fahad!” nayla is furious about what her husband did when their daughter did not wake up.

Fahad exits the room to the kitchen with Shazia in his arms. The little girl cried with both hands that led to her asking to be carried by her mother. Nayla turned off the stove and immediately washed her hands then she removed the apron attached to her body.

“You are a habit, definitely like to disturb his sleep Shazia,” said Nayla who took Arishfa from her papa sling.

“Not bothering, Honey, I just kissed her cheek.” Fahad defended himself.

“That keeps your excuse, nothing else what?” Nayla pats Shazia on the back to stop crying. “Mama makes milk, Jaanu. Dim, yes.” Nayla takes a bottle of Shazia milk. With one hand holding the princess, Nayla was very good at pouring a few spoons of milk powder and then pouring hot water. Nayla has another activity, she has started her new business in the clothing world since a year ago. At first, Nayla refuses to give formula, but Fahad forces her. No problem with formula milk. After all, Nayla also still gives exclusive breast milk to the princess. Fahad just doesn't want Nayla to be exhausted. Fahad fully supports the business his wife runs. He knows, Nayla has a passion and passion in the business world.

“Sini carry papa?” Fahad stretched out his hands, but Arishfa refused, The puffer cheek tightly wrapped his hands around Nayla's neck. He was still angry at his father.

Nayla walks towards the dining table, she sits down so that Shazia is more comfortable to drink milk. Fahad also sits next to Nayla, takes her cup of coffee and drinks it.

“This bench om.” Andi who made an offer to Shazia, both hands immediately raised the little girl. There was no rejection, Shazia was now sitting on her lap.

“Now nothing must be the same. Papa dicuekin ..” Fahad.

“Everything don't bother him. Still good sleep even you wake up. Tomorrow it continues!” nayla Dengus. He went back to the kitchen, finished roasting Allo paratha.

“Still angry.” The lethargic Fahad that returned got a chuckle from Andi. Shaiza held her own milk bottle, she was very comfortable sitting on Andi's lap.

Nayla took the food on her husband's plate, there was a sheet of Allo paratha, a spoonful of Palak Paneer, a spoonful of basmati rice, and of course the soup with his chicken. “Andi, bring rice stock, yes?”

“No need, Ma'am. I also can't necessarily have lunch later,” he replied.

”Yes, just that ... if you bring lunch you must eat.” Nayla.

Andi was silent for a moment and agreed with her brother's words. "Yes, but the rice is just like this chicken. I don't want that, what's his name?" Andi pointed at Palak Paneer. “That, the valak .. I don't want.” Connect Andi.

Fahad and Nayla both heard it. “Palace Paneer, Andi." Nayla Sahut.

“Yes, that's just it.” Andi.

Finished feeding Shazia, Nayla immediately prepared lunch for Andi.

“Bye, Om!” shazia exclaimed as soon as he saw Andi riding the bike while waving his hand.

“Bye, Gembul.”

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