Love From Facebook

Chapter 3 S2

It has been four days since I set foot in Indonesia. Nayla misses her friends very much. Friends working in a restaurant. Yesterday, Sari sent a message to Nayla, asking the woman to gather together. Not only Nayla, but Nita was there.

Nayla sits next to her husband, who is busy with a laptop. He expressed his wish— asked permission to meet with his friends.

“Ngot can.” Not finished talking, Fahad had already cut off the words of the wife.

Andi sharpened his sense of hearing. His eyes remained focused on the folding computer.. It looks good, here.

Nayla asked for further explanation, because what made her husband did not give her permission to meet with his friends.

“There must be Ryan.”

Nayla. Why is Ryan called? In fact, the man was not on the list of meeting with his friends. In fact, Nayla has never heard of the man. “Fahad, Ryan isn't there. Maybe there's only Doni. So—”

“There must be Ryan.” Fahad. “If there is Doni, there must also be Ryan.”

Nayla sighed tiredly. Why does her husband still feel jealous of Ryan. There is no connection between him and Ryan. Yes, Nayla still had the man's mobile number, yet they were completely out of touch. Nayla was honest. But nothing will change. Her husband had already decided, and he had to accept it.

Nayla lifts Shazia's body, taking her into the room for a nap. No permission from Fahad. No meeting with his friends. Alright. Nayla would sit at home, checking her efforts through the reports of people helping her. One more month will start launching—after one year he takes care of everything necessary for his clothing business. Starting from the brand he will wear, fabrics, designers, contemporary Muslim fashion styles and colors that suit his taste. As well as looking for a place that if suitable Nayla use for business.

Nayla's upset. He doesn't deny that. Why Ryan's name is always mentioned when they are in Indonesia. After her marriage, Ryan's name was never given again. Nayla doesn't care about Ryan, all she cares about is her household. There were no special feelings for Ryan from the beginning. If not meeting his friends is the best, then he will obey all the words of the husband.

That night, the dining table was very cold. Andi nbin out, enjoying the atmosphere of Sunday night. But, somehow he was very curious about the continuation of the discussion this afternoon between his brother and sister-in-law. Ryan. The name of the man was never separated from the debate while in Indonesia.

“You didn't eat?” Fahad asked.

“I still bribe Zia, later I also eat. You go first.” Nayla replied without looking at Fahad. Not disrespecting her husband, Nayla just did not want to meet with both eyes of someone who would definitely make her tears drip without excuse. He could not if he had to argue with Fahad about his desire to meet with his friends. And, also .. discuss about Ryan.

“Ya, already. I don't want to eat if you don't eat.” Fahad put down the spoon. Staring at Nayla with a full glare. He wondered what his wife was thinking.

Andi put the spoon hard, causing a loud sound due to colliding with the plate. Fahad and Nayla compactly looked at Andi in surprise. “Just throw away the food!" Andi exclaimed in annoyance. “This is at the dining table, where to eat, time for family. Not a place of silence or quarrel. Can, no? Silence continued later?”

Nayla cleared her throat, trying to melt the atmosphere. His hand was about to take a vegetable centong, but Fahad had already taken it first. The man poured vegetables on Nayla's plate. Makes Andi smile to see it. Even with Shazia, as if understanding .. he clapped his hands while smiling at the three people who were in front of him.

Nayla went to bed early after Shazia had gone to bed. He avoided Fahad. Don't want any more talk. Even though she could not stand the silence of her husband. Nayla wanted to sit together, talking heart to heart, with a cold head. However, it seems he is tired. Better to be quiet too. Right now, that's the best.

***

The morning was very bright, the shining sun warmed the whole earth. But, it is different from the atmosphere of the house. Still chilly. There was no warmth of laughter filling the house like the days before.

While cooking breakfast, Nayla is also preoccupied with laundry. Washing machine stops turning—beeping, indicating the clothes are ready to be dried.

“Sayang?” Fahad approached Nayla who was drying clothes.

“Iya?” Nayla turned her head for a moment, then resumed her activities.

“Can you please find a car key?” tanyakanya.

Car keys? Nayla remembers, maybe she saw it. But Fahad and Andi rarely use cars. Her husband uses Andi's matic motorbike more, because Shazia really likes riding motorcycles. Andi also uses Fahad's motor sport more often.

“I want to heatin car, can you please find?” Fahad asked again.

“Iya.” Nayla walks into the room, trying to find the car keys in her nightstand drawer or dresser. Niente. The key is not in the room, in every corner. Nayla approached Andi who was in the room, playing with Shazia. “Andi, you saw the car keys, didn't you? Fahad to heatin car.”

“Hah? Car keys? Kan, Andi was already loving Fahad. That car has also been heated.”

Hearing Andi's reply, Nayla grumbled in annoyance. Apparently, her husband was working on her. Following Fahad, who was still in the kitchen, he protested, angry.

“Well, you finally saw me too.” Fahad smiles. Grabbing the wife's hand, leading her closer to their body. “From yesterday you didn't want to see me. You angry?” tanyanya while tidying Nayla's hair child behind the ear.

Nayla shook her head, then then nodded quickly. “Slightly. But, you are the one who is angry.”

Anxiety ... Fahad wanted to bite his wife's cheek. “I'm not angry,” said Fahad.

“Not angry what? Clearly angry, but—”

“Honey, I already understand Indonesian, yes,” Fahad said. “Mau mengedumel whatever I also ngerti.”

Nayla smiled stiffly. He was about to continue drying clothes, but Fahad held his body until there was no distance between them. “Later to deliver, what time?” Fahad asked.

Nayla would definitely take him, where he would leave his daughter with a guy—even if it was his own papa. Nayla will take Shazia with her wherever she goes. Oh, whoa. Thought she was a girl? “Fahad, you think I want to cover up my married status?! Pagal!”

Fahad laughed, he brought his face closer .. wanted to land a short kiss on the lips of the wife. However, Andi and Shazia had already entered the kitchen. “Yes, not here either!” exclaim Andi. Making Fahad laugh, then a pinch in the stomach he got from Nayla. “My eyes almost lost her virginity, nih!” coined.

Nayla squeaks, highlights Andi. “Kejob? Your eyes are still virgin? Ma'am not sure.”

Andi let out a tired sigh, he lost again to his brother. “Kan, so Andi got the stone.”

***

Nayla pushed the stroller, into the mall area. Fahad just escorted him to the front of the mall, the man had to continue his work. Nayla waved Sari's hand back, as soon as she approached her friend. Swapping hugs, asking for news. Sari also greeted Shazia who was always smiling at her. “The eyes look like you, Nay, beautiful him.” Sari praised. “You don't look like a mother and child, but more to a sister and sister.” Sari laughs.

Sari gets a pinch on her arm from Nayla. “Do not be ashamed, we saw many people.” Nayla looked at her. Sweeping the whole cafe.

Avocado juice Nayla order has come, also with the favorite strawberry juice Sari. Nita is seen coming, she greets her two friends and turns to ride Shazia. Her friend's daughter is not afraid to meet new people, making Nita very happy to hold the puffed-up toddler.

“Hai, married women who soon have a husband.” Doni's coming. Making the three women who were cool talking was compact to look at with a surprised face.

“Oh, Doni is also coming?” ask Nayla.

“He must be there if Sari also exists.” Nita answered.

Doni asked Nayla, for a long time he had not heard the latest news from friends working at the restaurant first. Shaziah. Just one look, Doni already knows if the beautiful toddler is the daughter of Nayla. Kashmiri's face is very visible on Shazia's face.

This time, Doni and Sari also said about their wedding which will soon be held. They hope Nayla and Nita are ready to come.

From the back of Nayla, there was a man walking over. Ryan. He saw Doni and Sari and decided to approach his friend. “Doni.”

“Ryan?”

Hearing Ryan's name, Nayla who was drinking was choking and coughing. “Nay, slow down.” Nita patted Nayla's back slowly.

Shit! Ryan doesn't know if Nayla's there. I don't know, he can't recognize Nayla from behind. Probably because I haven't seen each other in a long time. Yeah, since Nayla got married. They never met again.

Doni invited Ryan to sit down. Unfortunately, there was only one seat left at the table. The chair next to Nayla. Forced, Ryan must sit next to the woman he once loved, first. Ryan can see Nayla is uncomfortable when Doni teases the woman. “Don, stop. Don't talk about it anymore, don't make Nayla uncomfortable. I used to be with Nayla just a friend, nothing more.” Doni smiled, apologizing. “Cause, Nay. You know it yourself, right? If Doni is like that.” Ryan tries to make Nayla comfortable with his presence, although he is also uncomfortable. Not because there's Nayla. However, as the relentless Doni teases them with a true past story the story has yet to begin.

“Om.” Shazia touches Ryan off guard. Smiling sumringah.

“Zia, don't disturb om.” Nayla tries to distract Shazia by giving her a bottle of milk. “Zia, don't.” Shazia pulled the sleeve of the shirt Ryan was wearing.

“Om.”

Ryan takes Shazia from Nayla's lap after previously asking her permission from the pussy cheek toddler. “Cantics.” Those eyes, Nayla's eyes. There was something that entered his heart, Nayla's face filled his eyes as well as his heart. Damnit damnit! Ryan has been trying to forget Nayla for a long time, but somehow ..Nayla's face always fills her eyes. “Whose name, Nay?” Ryan asked.

“Hah?” Nayla. She heard Ryan's question, only she was thinking about her husband. What if Fahad sees Ryan? Her husband gave her permission if there was no Ryan, but now the man is with them, especially. “Name Shazia.”

“Shazia, if big later want to marry the same om, no?” Ryan asked. Makes his friends laugh.

“Ngot got his mother, can his son also not what, Yan?” chirp Doni who immediately got a sharp look from Ryan. “Sorry-sorry, keceplosan.” Doni added.

Time passed, Shazia was still on Ryan's lap. Many times Nayla tries to take her daughter, but Shazia refuses. The daughter sulked and hugged Ryan, as if she did not want to part. “Omnya, Zia!” exclaimed her little princess with an adorable facial expression.

Nita said goodbye first, because her husband was waiting in front of the mall. Before long, Doni and Sari also say goodbye. Doni gets a call from the wedding organizer to come to their office, to ensure the wedding preparations. “Nay, be careful with Ryan, later you are kidnapped.”

“Doni!” ryan shouted in a stifled voice. He wanted to curse Doni, but there was Shazia there. Forced, Ryan can only curse Doni in the heart.

After the departure of Doni and Sari, the awkward atmosphere was more pronounced between Ryan and Nayla. Ryan watched Nayla who had kept her head down, he knew ... Nayla is uncomfortable. Ryan stood up, saying goodbye and putting Shazia in his stroller. “Zia follow, Om!" Shazia crying. He clutched his hand on Ryan's shirt.

“Zia, don't do that. Om Ryan wants to go, it's the same mama.” Nayla held out her hand which was just brushed aside by her daughter.

“Neither, Nay, than she cried.” Ryan sat back down and hugged Shazia, patting her on the back gently. In an instant, the crying voice had already stopped. “Nay, I know you're not comfortable. Excuse me. If you knew you were here, I would not have nyamperin Doni.”

Nayla smiled, she shook her head. “I'm fine, Yan. I'm not uncomfortable because I have you, just ..” Nayla can't possibly say if she's afraid of her husband, afraid that Fahad misunderstood Ryan. “Free, a joke Doni aja that makes me uncomfortable, the rest is no problem.”

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