Love From Facebook

Chapter 12

Nayla was still silent, occasionally looking towards Fahad. Nayla had indeed said her love feelings, yes. Nayla looked at Fahad's face deeply, still coming to her mind, did this man beside her really love her? Taoi when he saw Fahad also crying earlier, making Nayla a little added to his confidence.

Fahad touched the soft end of Nayla's head. “Honey, out of prayer maghrib, I will pick up,” he said.

“Hah?” Nayla blinked her eyes.

“Later tonight I pick you up, take me to the airport. We also arrived at home.”

Nayla circulated her true gaze, if they had already reached home. “Oh, it's here, huh?” ask Nayla.

“Iya. You want to stay here with me?”

Nayla thunches. “No want! I'm down.”

Nayla was about to open the door, but Fahad's hand pulled out. (Preventing.) “Don't think that I'm not serious. I really love you,” said Fahad in his lowest voice.

Nayla commented a smile, she nodded. “You be careful.”

Fahad nodded, Kemabli he gently touched the top of Nayla's head.

***

Arriving at the hotel, Fahad immediately cleaned himself, while waiting for Maghrib time he was busy cleaning his clothes and suddenly his knees felt weak and immediately he sat on the lip of the mattress considering the incident during the rain.

“I'm sorry Nayla, I'm sorry,” repeatedly Fahad said that, he felt guilty seeing Nayla cry. It was not his wish to return to India this soon, but the work required him to return soon.

Fahad picks up his cell phone lying on the nightstand, he opens a photo gallery, looking at a photo of Nayla that he secretly took. Fahad knows, Nayla has not fully trusted his love. Nayla is not a woman who easily puts trust in someone, especially if it is a matter of love and heart.

Under the rain, Nayla says her love for Fahad. Not revealing, because Nayla said all that when anger overpowered her. There is a sense of happiness in the corner of Fahad's heart, at least he knows that Nayla also has feelings of love that are as strong as her. It's just that Nayla hasn't been able to give her complete trust, to him. Fahad didn't bother about it, he would still prove that he was really serious.

“Nayla, I'm serious about you, and I will prove my seriousness. I'm not long, after my work is done, I'll definitely be back.”

***

This time Fahad got between cars from the hotel. The flight was eight p.m., and before heading to Fahad airport asked the hotel driver to stop by Nayla's house, pick her up.

Nayla came out in between Andi, not forgetting Fahad also say goodbye to Andi. Nayla was still with her sad face, she looked at Fahad.

He really went back to India. I'm used to you, I'm starting to put my trust in you. But why so soon you have to go ....

Fahad turned his head, he grabbed Nayla's hand, grasped it while brushing his smile. “I wasn't long, I'm definitely back,” said Fahad, trying to convince Nayla.

Fahad's heart is also heavy to be separated from Nayla, he hopes to return to India with a changed status, (husband of a Nayla Anjani) but it seems that God has not allowed it for now. Fahad resigned, he was sure God would unite them, as soon as possible.

Arriving at the airport, Fahad invites Nayla to a food court first, he wants to talk about something.

“Honey, I want nanya.”

“What?” ask Nayla. The two now sat on a chair facing the table as its bulkhead.

“You love me, right?”

For a moment Nayla was silent, she looked at Fahad's eyes. And he nodded, a sign that he did love Fahad.

Fahad smiles. “Try talking if you love me, don't just nod.”

“That's also the answer, right? Want me to answer with a head bob?” ask Nayla.

“Eh. Yes, don't!” exciting Fahad.

“Makanya, don't nanya again.”

Fahad's hand leads to pull Nayla's tiny nose in her wrath. “Try to kiss, I have kissed you.”

“Fahad, pain!” peekit Nayla's. “How dare you kiss me, don't expect you to see me again,” threatened Nayla.

Fahad laughed happily at Nayla's behavior, knowing that effort would definitely not betray results. And now, Nayla finally loves him too.

The atmosphere between them had begun to melt, there was no silence from Nayla's lips.even now he could also smile by the joke that was thrown Fahad.

This serious?

“I'm serious, Honey,” said Fahad.

“You can hear my inner voice?” surprised Nayla.

“Without you talking, I also already know that you will not answer ‘iya’ for now. You must still think about it a little more, thank my love just thought long ago .. let alone about marriage,” replied Fahad.

Nayla smiled knot. It is true what Fahad said. He will not answer ‘iya’ as easily as that. Nayla wants to strengthen her heart to sail the household ark with Fahad. (Living the longest service, marriage.)

“I need time, Fahad, everything is not that easy.”

Fahad smiled, “iya, I know. Therefore, you can think when I return to India. And when I get back here, you've got to give me an answer. I don't want to know, the answer must be ‘iya’,” said Fahad full of emphasis.

“Polysis. Where can I like that,” Nayla thaws.

“Bby, dong. The one I forced was also the future mother of my children later, not the mother of other people's children.”

“Fahad, already, ah. By the way so go everywhere.”

“Iya, yes.” Fahad grabbed his wallet out of his pants pocket. He took out a credit card and handed it to Nayla.

“What is this?” nayla asked as she looked at the credit card Fahad had given her in his hand.

“Please don't be angry first, dear. You are my future wife, so it doesn't matter if I give you this,” Fahad explained.

Nayla put the card on the table, “since when did I become your future wife?” tanyakanya.

“Since you cried under the rain this afternoon, you have become my future wife,” replied Fahad.

“Why in ingetin again, anyway? Kan, make shy.” Nayla lowered her head, hiding her embarrassed face.

Fahad was further upset by Nayla's attitude, he grabbed the woman's hand and held it tightly. “Honey, look at me,” said Fahad.

Slowly, Nayla raised her face, her eyes ringing with Fahad's eyes. “Don't in ingetin again, I'm ashamed,” omitted.

“Iya, no. Sorry,” said Fahad. “You bring this card, you can use the money in the card for the needs of—”

“But I don't want to, Fahad, I don't want that,” Nayla said.

“This one time, just bring this card. Maybe someday you need it.”

“I don't need that. I don't want.” Nayla takes off Fahad's hand, shifting the debit card to the other side of the table to get closer to Fahad.

“Honey, but—”

“I believe in you, you will come back for me. You don't need to give me that card to believe. Without you loving the card as one sign of seriousness, I already believe in you,” said Nayla.

No. gabe. Nayla doesn't trust Fahad. He said it was only because he did not want to accept the credit card. In addition to feeling sad, he does not need the card. She is also self-aware that she is not yet the wife of Fahad Malik Khan.

“Ya, already. Yes, I took the card again.” Fahad.

Fahad had to leave, he still clasped Nayla's hand tightly.

“Don't cry, honey, as soon as I get back here. Trust me.” Fahad wiped Nayla's tears with one thumb.

Nayla nodded, trying to stop crying so that Fahad would not worry about her. “You be careful. Later when you arrive, tell me,” said Nayla who was answered nodding her head by Fahad.

Fahad waved at Nayla, and vice versa.

Fahad's feet felt very heavy to step on, entering the plane. Clearly visible in his mind, Nayla's smile and attitude that always managed to make him very anxious.

“Sorry, honey, I'm definitely back. Sooner.”

***