Love From Facebook

Chapter 4 S2

Nayla receives a message from Fahad. Her husband is already on the road, soon to be at the mall. “Ryan, you still work at the restaurant?” Nayla asked. The two of them were now walking together, towards the courtyard of the mall.

Ryan shook his head. He no longer works at the restaurant. “I resigned after you also resigned.”

Ryan replied as if he was attacking Nayla's heart. He knows what Ryan is doing because of him. There's guilt in the corner of Nayla's heart to Ryan. Not guilty of marrying another man. However, I don't know ... Nayla herself was at a loss as to why there was guilt in her heart.

I didn't leave him to marry someone else, I didn't leave him. From the beginning, there was no relationship. Ryan and I are just friends. Nayla tries to amuse herself.

“I now open cafe, Nay. Invite your child and husband to stop by sometime, yes.” Ryan speaking. He landed a kiss on the top of Shazia's head, which he was still holding. The beautiful toddler did not want to sit in the stroller or taken by his mother.

Nayla nodded. “Send the location only, Yan. You still have my number, right?”

“Your number is still an old number?” ryan asked with a nod of his head answered by Nayla.

Nayla looked around, looking for her husband's car. Maybe Fahad is close. Or even arrived. There's a worry in Nayla's heart if Fahad sees Ryan with her. Why am I like someone who cheats, anyway?! inner Nayla shouted. He was so scared. Her husband is terrible if he is overcome with jealousy.

Ryan gets a call that requires him to leave immediately. He was forced to give the little toddler to his mother. Shazia cries, she doesn't let go of her clutches on Ryan's shirt.

“Zia follow, Om!” whimper with tears that never stop dripping. “Om Iyan!” her crying became more and more unbearable. Shazia screamed, he gripped Ryan's shirt sleeve tightly. “Zia follow!”

“Zia, we play again sometime. Don't cry, om have to go.” Ryan tried to give some understanding, but Shazia was very stubborn.

“You've been waiting, Yan, just go. Later he also stopped crying, kok.”

Ryan touched Shazia's cheek before he actually left.

Fahad got out of the car after seeing Ryan actually leave. He approached his wife and daughter. Without seeing Nayla's face, Fahad chose to fold the stroller and put it in the trunk of the car. “Come, home.” Take Fahad in a cold tone.

Nayla walks slowly, opening the car door without the help of her husband. Moreover, Shazia is currently in her carry, Nayla is in trouble because her little daughter is still crying because of Ryan's departure. Along the way, only the sound of the roar of the car filled the silence. Fahad focused on her drive, while Nayla.

Did he see Ryan? Nayla asked herself. Fear ambushed his heart, Fahad's sharp gaze just flashed past him. So horrible.

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Nayla was feeling restless. He wanted to tell Fahad everything. About Ryan being there, and also it happened by chance. Alright. There is no such thing as coincidence. Everything is arranged by God. What his plan looks like, no one knows, right? Nayla and Ryan. They met with God's permission, and there was nothing they could do.

Nayla got up slowly, not wanting to wake up the hard-earned Shazia she had put to bed. The daughter calmed down, no longer asking Ryan. Nayla saw Fahad sitting on the floor with the carpet-based tv. Her husband focused on the folding computer he was on.

“Fahad.” Nayla sits in a relationship right next to her husband. “I can talk to you for a minute?” his question was then which only answered a nod of the head by Fahad. “Tadi, in the mall I accidentally met—”

“Ryan!” Fahad Tukas.

Nayla's fingers were clinging to each other, she was confused. Fahad's tone indicated that her husband was angry. “Yes, she was—”

“You lied.” Fahad returned to say Nayla. “I give you permission to leave on condition that she is not there, but why are you lying?!” yelled Fahad with a stifled voice.

Nayla shook her head hard. He defended himself. However, all of that felt futile because her husband could not possibly hear and understand what she was saying.

“You also love Shazia to him. Zia was carried with her. You know Zia is familiar with her, right?!” fahad's voice boomed. Wake her daughter up and cry.

“You must be, don't want to hear first.”

Nayla stood up, she went into the room. Fahad could see his wife's nose turning red, a sign that she was about to cry. Sure enough, Nayla cried while calming her daughter to go back to sleep. Fahad's voice really surprised Shazia. In fact, the sleepless Nayla was made tiptoed by Fahad's very loud voice.

Fahad scooped his face violently. He forgot, there was a sleeping Shazia. After a while, he caught up with Nayla. However, his wife was already sleeping by holding the body of the princess. He wanted to invite Nayla to speak further, but Fahad was forced to postpone ... As she knew, Nayla was still terrified. The corner of his wife's eyes looked wet. Make Fahad realize his mistake that has yelled at Nayla.

Once again, Fahad can't control his emotions and jealousy if it concerns Ryan. Only that man became his enemy. Oh, naw. Ryan is not the enemy .. because he and the man are not fighting to win Nayla's heart. But, jealousy. Jealousy when you hear only that name. Fahad could not accept if there was a man near his wife. In fact, if it was just a name. Fahad will never be willing.

That afternoon, Shazia was finished being bathed by Nayla. The little princess walked out of the room quickly when she heard the sound of her motorbike. “Om!” Shazia shouted out loudly.

Andi who just got off the bike pretended to be surprised to see Shazia who was very enthusiastic gave a surprise. Both of his hands raised Shazia's fat body, inviting her to enter the house. ”Beauty, fragrance again.” Walking towards the kitchen, Andi poured water into the glass he had just taken from the cupboard and cupboard.

“Your clothes are ready for me.” Nayla puts Fahad's change of clothes on the edge of the bed as usual. She looked down, not daring to look her husband in the eyes.

Nayla's eyes were puffy, Fahad saw that. Apparently, his wife did not take a nap, but cried. “Honey, I—” Fahad can not continue his sentence, Nayla absolutely does not want to look at him. His wife stepped out of the room.

Fill a pot of water, put it on the stove and start a fire. Nayla makes coffee for Andi and her husband. “Home home?” ask him to Andi.

Andi, who was drinking, turned her head, put a glass on the table and touched Nayla's shoulder. “Mbak, cry?” ask her gently. “Why? What's up?” cercan. However, Nayla just shook her head and said that she was fine. “Mbak, don't lie. What was? Fahad is sick, Ma'am, again? Answer, dong!” furious Andi.

Her memory of Nayla's tears while pregnant, when Fahad was about to remarry, made Andi could not hold back if he saw her tears again. But, not for now. Andi knows, at this time he does not understand what really happened between Nayla and Fahad. Alright ... he will try to hold back first. “If, Ma'am, says fine, I try to understand. But, if I still see those tears, I'm not sure .. not to say Fahad.” Andi said firmly. He takes Shazia into his room, so that the couple can solve the problem without having to be heard by Shazia.

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Sit with Shazia on the terrace. Andi was busy with the guitar, adjusting her tone. Andi wanted to forget his heart problem for a moment, but it turned out that love songs were also the ones he sang. Let it be, there's Shazia next to him. The sweet smile of his nephew who was also busy playing the toy guitar could heal his heart wounds.

I don't know what I feel in my heart~

When you first see yourself, look at you~

My whole body was glued and mute~

Looks like I don't want to pass~

Give your love also love you~

Trust me~

I'll take care of you until the end of time to pick me up~

I give my love also my dear~

Trust me~

I'll take care of you until the end of time to pick me up~

Nayla finished washing the dishes from the night. He caught up with Andi and Shazia, sitting together in the patio chair made of rattan. “This mama's son sings what song?” nayla asked as she tidied her daughter's hair behind her ear.

“Singing song India, Mbak.” Andi answered. “Arabic song time, papa is only Indian.” Imbuhnga then after seeing Fahad followed and sat down beside Nayla's chair.

Fahad borrowed Andi's guitar, he wanted to sing a song for his wife. However, before he started ... Nayla then went into the house with Shazia. Fahad breathed his tired breath. His wife was very difficult to seduce. Whenever Nayla gets angry, Fahad tries to seduce her or do anything to let his wife's anger subside. However, it is very difficult to melt the heart of the woman who has been willing to be by his side until now. Fahad knew that it was not because his wife had a vengeful nature, but because Nayla was indeed a difficult woman to conquer. Before doing anything, Nayla always thought about it carefully. Never be rash in stepping and making decisions.

“I made the same mistake.” Fahad mumbled softly.

Andi turned his head, observing the lethargic face of his sister-in-law. “What error?” his question that only answered the guilty eyes shown by Fahad. Andi smiled as she shook her head. “Ryan?” as expected. His brother and sister-in-law were never far from a Ryan, if they were in Indonesia.

“I've tried to control my emotions when it comes to him, but I don't know why. I trust Nayla, but she ..”

Andi saw a fear from the eyes of his sister-in-law. “Fahad, do you feel that Ryan is trying to win Nayla?” andi's question was answered by Fahad's headband. “So, what's in question? If Ryan had nothing. Saying hello is a natural thing, right? They used to be friends. Not good, break the rope. Yes, Ryan used to like Nayla, but now everything has changed ... Ryan knows that too. So, do not force yourself to find something that basically does not exist.” Andi Said.

Fahad nodded in understanding. It is true what his sister-in-law said. Looking for something that doesn't exist is stupid and crazy. Because at any time, only a sense of disappointment is obtained. Disappointment caused by your own game.

“Andi?”

“Hemm?” Andi looked again.

“It sounds, you are very experienced.” Fahad teases. “Have a girlfriend?” his question was then immediately denied by Andi. Fahad laughed, the expression on his sister-in-law's face showed another answer.

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Time shows at eleven o'clock. The air gets colder, forcing Andi and Fahad to go inside. Opening the door slowly, Fahad stepped in and approached his wife. He removed some of the hair that covered Nayla's pretty face. He placed a kiss on his wife's forehead.

“Honey, you slept?” ask her slowly. Without an answer, Fahad pointed to one of Nayla's cheeks gently. He can't stand it, if his wife doesn't want to see him for a second. “Honey, you're really asleep?” Fahad close his face, “I bite your cheek, huh?” getting close.

“Already night.” Nayla opened her eyes. “Quick sleep, tomorrow please take me to boutique.” Back to closing eyes. However, her husband nosily still bit her cheek. “Fahad, you—”

“Come, we are talking about.” Fahad pulls Nayla's wrist to sit down. “See me.” His hands pointed the wife's face so that their eyes could meet. Fahad invites Nayla to sit down, so that Shazia is not disturbed by their conversation. Placed with a green carpet, Fahad tries to ask nicely about Ryan.

“You sure, don't get angry?” Nayla.

Fahad shook his head, smiling as he clasped his fingers.

Nayla let out a long sigh before starting her explanation. “All ngalir is just that, Fahad. Ryan looked at Doni, so he went behind me. He didn't know I was there, he even apologized. He said, if he knew there was me, he would not nyamperin.”

Fahad listened carefully. He could see the honesty of his wife's eyes. Nothing is reduced or exaggerated. “Soal Zia? Why can it be carried with him?”

“That's Zia herself asking. From Ryan coming, Zia asked me to hold. I'm not good with Ryan.”

“Terus?”

“Keep, you want to be angry?” nayla asked, her eyes still filled with fear.

Fahad puts Nayla's body in his arms. He kissed the top of his wife's head, he gently stroked the unraveled hair. “Now, Honey. Sorry, I repeated the same mistake again. Sorry me.”

Nayla returned Fahad's embrace, the scent of her husband's body was able to turn that fear into a sense of comfort. “Do not do that again.”

“Iya.” Fahad nodded. “I try not to be jealous with him, but do not know why .. I do not like to see him near you.”

“You so keep going!” Nayla pinches Fahad's stomach. “You are also close to other women, am I jealous? No, right? Because I know, you're just a coworker, nothing more. Same, right? Ryan and I are too.”

Again. Fahad said he would try to bury his excessive jealousy towards Ryan. Put trust not only in Nayla, but also in Ryan. They are both friends, nothing more.

“Do not go, I beg you not to go.” Fahad said sincerely. She is afraid that one day Nayla will leave her with a sense of jealousy that she can never control. Fearing Fahad, Nayla leaves feeling unappreciated.

“I'm not going, as long as you stay by my side. Solve everything in a good way and also stick hand in hand. I won't take your hand off, if you don't take my hand either.” Nayla hugged Fahad tighter. Making her husband powerless to refrain from doing more.

The warm kiss of the two, slowly but surely reached the peak of enjoyment. Fahad's hand reached everything he wanted. A wall clock followed Nayla's groans. Fahad enters, touching Nayla with tenderness. That's how they are, resolving misunderstandings always ends in a loving struggle.

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