Love From Facebook

Chapter 5 S2

The misunderstanding between Fahad and Nayla has subsided. Although Fahad could not deny there was still jealousy in his heart, but what Nayla said was true ... They're just friends. Fahad has no reason to remain jealous of Ryan who has clearly never contacted his wife since they married.

Nayla always tried not to make her husband jealous by limiting himself to befriending the opposite sex. So far only Doni has remained familiar with him. Fahad doesn't feel jealous of Doni. Doni is also a handsome man, just like Ryan. However, only Ryan is the reason for Fahad's jealousy.

Nayla and Fahad have already finished their preparations for the opening of the boutique, which will take place in about a week. It's all done. Employees also exist. With Andi's help, Nayla can solve everything faster than expected. Her brother and husband are very supportive of her new business. The idea of opening his own boutique came from Andi. His sister said, Nayla has a good taste in fashion. Her sister is very good at combining clothes for hijab women. Stay within reasonable limits, but look very fashionable for the size of a married woman and also a Muslimah.

The capital Nayla got was Andi's gift. Her husband gave her only 10% of what she needed and asked for. The first contract money from his work, Andi gave everything to Nayla. Andi knows, her brother does not like to sit on his hands and only receive monthly money from her husband. Andi also knows, Nayla really wants to work. And this boutique business is indeed the best for the brother. Everyone has permission from Fahad. Andi was relieved, her brother could still be productive despite being a wife and also a mother. What he gave to Nayla was not worth the sacrifice of his sister. Andi is happy to always be next to Nayla.

“You're really okay, right? I got all this capital from Andi? If you mind, I can cancel everything.” Nayla tilted her body a little, so that her gaze could be more free to ask Fahad who was focused on the wheel.

Fahad shook his head, he turned to Nayla for a moment, clasping her smile. “Darling, I actually already have plans for you. I thought, you want to open a restaurant as well, you already have experience in that world. Andi knows you better than I do. You have a passion in the fashion world. I'm happy, I can see you like this. I don't mind that capital, anything that's good for you .. I definitely support.”

In India. Foreign nationals cannot freely open a business despite being married to an Indian citizen. Property ownership is also regulated. Therefore, Fahad has plans for Nayla to open a business in Indonesia. Everything was going better than Fahad expected. He did not want to interfere in his wife's milk material affairs, nor with Nayla .. his wife never asked for his property, always Fahad who said everything before Nayla asked. Because Fahad knew, his wife would never ask anything when it came to possessions.

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In the afternoon, Fahad was sitting in the living room with Shazia. Nayla in the kitchen makes coffee for her husband. “Om!” shazia shouted as soon as Andi came.

“Hai, Gembul,” greet Andi who got off his motorbike. Shazia ran over to her with a smile. The smile became a mood booster Andi when he came home tired.

“Very beautiful, anyway, pound this om.” Lifting Shazia's body into his trunk.

“Have you come home?” asked Nayla while serving a cup of coffee to her sister.

“Not yet, still on the road!” Andi exclaims.

Nayla smiled, a funny question came back. He knew his brother was coming home, but he still asked. “You eat now?” ask Nayla.

Andi shakes. “Mbak, I'll be here tonight. Can, right?” Put Shazia's body on the table.

“Cowok what chick?” search Nayla.

Andi drank the coffee that was presented by Nayla then replied, “ya, boy, Ma'am. Girlhood. If the girl later Fahad can be lyrical, right, danger.” Andi and Nayla laughed.

“If just glancing no problem, Andi.” Fahad. He landed his body in the chair next to his sister-in-law.

“Wah. New problem!” Nayla's eyes are perfectly rounded. Andy laughed at seeing both. “OK, I can also lyrics the same Ryan.”

“Sayang ..” Fahad. “Don't do that, I can khilaf, loh.” Begging and warning.

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After dinner, Fahad invites Shazia to go to a minimarket to buy some snacks. Nayla was still busy in the kitchen, cleaning the kitchen table and dining table. Nayla not only takes care of Shazia, but also her two big babies. Andi with all his requests about food, and Fahad who occasionally asked to be cooked Indian food. The two men are not suitable when it comes to food, making Nayla have to force two different menus if Fahad is looking to eat Indian food. Her husband also rarely eats fatty foods, only occasionally. Maintain body shape, and also maintain health, so said Fahad.

Sports are always routine. There is no belly or excess muscle. His body is well awake. All that Fahad did to balance the wife. So that no one would think she was a sugar daddy from Nayla.

Andi invited his friend to come in, after previously he told his brother to wear his hijab first.

“For a long time, stop by where was it?” andi asked Reza who was sitting her body on the living room sofa.

“Just stop by Alfi's house, nganter order dia.” Reza answered.

Andi clucked annoyed, he was very memorized if Reza always obeyed anything asked by Alfi—his lover. “Alfi what message?” ask Andi again.

“Martabak.” Reza took out the laptop, put it on the table and turned on the square.

Andi frowned in wonder. “Perkara martabak. Why didn't Alfi buy it himself?”

“Mager said.”

“Dia ham—”

“Eh!” tukas Reza while shaking Andi's head. “The mouth cannot be braked? I still know the limits, yes!” it was without guilt.

Instead of being angry, Andi laughed at Reza's statement. “Masa, anyway?!”

Nayla comes out of the kitchen, serving coffee to Andi and Reza.

“Lo wife, Ndi?” reza asked as soon as he saw Nayla put coffee in front of him.

“Internally!” it was Andi's turn to shake Reza's head. Nayla just smiled and went back to the kitchen.

Reza touched his head, "Kok kenceng noyornya? Kan, that was just her, who was she?" ask Reza curiously.

“Mbak gw.” Andi starts turning on the laptop, pulling out her notebook from the backpack.

“Lo have mbak? I don't know?” Reza was still staring at the kitchen door. “Known, dong. Request hpnya number.”

Andi says that Nayla is married. But Reza did not immediately believe it, he again asked Andi to introduce him to Nayla. “Said married, still can't believe!” Andi was getting upset.

“Ah, lie. Where there is a girl who has married her body is still like a high school boy,” said Reza.

Again, Andi sued Reza's head. “Her husband heard slapped new tau rasa!” Andi exclaims. His friend's perverted brain is already in on mode.

“Mama!” Shazia who had just returned home immediately ran in looking for her Mama. Followed by Fahad who walked in with two bags of crackles containing snacks in his hands.

Reza looked at Fahad who brushed a smile at him, he returned the smile stiffly. “That's her husband?” nudged Andi's arm.

“Iya. Still want to ask for Nayla's number?”

Reza shook his head loudly with the smile he forced. “No! Who would want to ask? Her husband was just a sakakep it .. well, I'm just a crumb of biscuits gini where can be in

same with her husband. Biscuit crumbs, crumpled, mashed with ants again.” Said Reza who made Andi chuckle.

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Since morning, Nayla has been busy contacting Akruti, the volunteer teacher of street children. Not to forget he also connected Anand to take food and drinks that he used to order for the children. “Whose phone were you calling again?” fahad asked as soon as he finished breakfast.

Both of Fahad's eyebrows raised, he again heard the name of another man. Yeah, it's just Anand. Fahad isn't jealous, it's just that he has to hear another man's name in the morning.

There was no response from her husband, Nayla turned her head and looked at each other with Fahad who was standing in the middle of the room door. “Jealous?” ask Nayla.

Fahad smiles. “This is again thought, jealous what is not good?” tanyanya while walking closer to the wife.

Ck! Nayla throws her cell phone over the bed. “That's it! If you need krangkeng me all. Wear a big chain!” Nayla exclaimed with her wrath.

Fahad chuckled, and hugged Nayla with the waist. “This is still morning, do not knegemesin kayak that,” said Fahad. “I forgot that today is Friday, call Anand again there! Later I give him a bonus because I want to be told this wife.” Fahad took the phone that Nayla threw earlier and thrust it at his wife. He left the room before his wife became angry.

Nayla exits the room, approaching Fahad and his daughter who are playing in the tv room. “Darling, I have two more days to go back. Here I want to book a ticket.” Fahad said as soon as Nayla sat next to him.

“Kok, suddenly? You don't wait for a boutique grand opening first?”

No choice, Fahad still has to return to New Delhi. A lot of work is delayed. The important meeting cannot be replaced by Sahil or just exchange cooperation contracts via email. Fahad has to come alone. Develop and study contracts that will enlarge the company.

Shazia stood up, she collapsed on her mother's lap. “Ma, Zia want to play the same om.” Speak with a soft voice.

Nayla frowned. Andi had just left, but this daughter had already missed her.

“Not Om Andi, Ma!” shazia. “Om Iyan, Zia want to play the same Om Iyan ..” Whine is hopeful.

Fahad was coughing after hearing his daughter say Ryan's name. Putting a glass on the table, Shazia sat on her lap. “Who?” ask Fahad.

“Om Iyan.” Shazia answered innocently. While Nayla, her fingers squeezing each other, she was afraid. Ryan's name was in the middle of them.

“Why Om Ryan, Zia?” ask Fahad again.

“Zia to play the same Om Iyan.”

Nayla moved on, she wanted to escape the situation. “Where are you?” Fahad grabs Nayla's wrist before her wife actually stands up.

“I want to go to the kitchen,” he replied without seeing Fahad.

“Sini, sit.” Fahad pulls Nayla and takes Shazia off her lap. Inevitably, Nayla had to sit by her husband's orders. “I'm not angry, really. Kan, I'm just the same Shazia.” Gently touch Nayla's cheeks with the back of her hand.

“I won't be angry anymore, I'm trying not to be jealous. I know you're just temenan.” Fahad embraces Nayla's body from the side, not wanting to scare Nayla.

“Ma, Zia would like to see Om Iyan.” Shazia is back.

“Ryan now works where?” Fahad asked. Nayla looked into her husband's eyes. This time her husband called her Ryan. “Honey, where does Ryan work? Still in the place that used to be?” Fahad asked again.

Nayla shakes quickly, “Gak.”

“You know where it is?” ask Fahad again.

Nayla was silent, trying to digest what her husband's question meant. Nayla is afraid of mispronouncing and causing misunderstanding between them.

For a moment their views clashed with each other, there was no answer ... Fahad put his face close to his wife's. Closer and closer, a kiss she placed on Nayla's sweet lips. Trying to convince his wife that he really isn't jealous of Ryan anymore.

“There is Zia, Afsal .. no shame what the child sees?” nayla grumbled as soon as Fahad finished his kiss.

“Yes, you were asked to be quiet. I'm so gemes.” Fahad sees Shazia who is still cool with her toys, not caring about her mom and dad kissing each other.

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Before returning to India, Fahad invited Nayla and her daughter to go to the bintang garden. Shazia must be very happy, considering this is the first time her daughter has traveled to the zoo.

They arrived at their destination, not on weekends. However, it is also not too quiet. There are still a few tourists coming. “Let's not let go of my hand, if it's lost it's complicated,” said Fahad while removing his self belt.

Nayla pursed her lips, a sign of protest. However, not long ..a smile rose from her sweet lips. Fahad clasped his hands and pushed Shazia's stroller. They walked around the zoo. Shazia pointed at everything she saw, her tiny lips were endlessly shouting cheerfully at the various animals there.

“Roll, Ma!” shazia.

“Birds, Zia ... not bulung.” Fahad.

Nayla pinched Fahad's arm, not in pain. “Later tonight just play the pinches, present time.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. Such was her husband, always connecting one thing with another as he pleased.

Time has shown to perform Friday prayers. Fahad and Nayla immediately exit the zoo area and search for the nearest mosque. Not far from the zoo there is a large mosque. Fahad immediately entered after ordering Nayla to lock the car door.

Nayla is out, she will move to the back seat accompanying Shazia.

“Nayla?" calling someone, Nayla turned her head and found Ryan standing behind her.

Uh, duh! There he is here. Inner Nayla shouted.

“Kok, alone, Nay?” ask Ryan.

Nayla puts her smile on Ryan. “Fahad already logged in.” The answer.

Ryan looked at Shazia who was asleep because the car door was slightly open. “Sleep him?” tanyakanya.

Nayla looks at Arishfa who is still asleep and then looks back at Ryan. “Iya, Temptation. She was calling you.”

Ryan smiled faintly hearing Shazia ask him. “Masa anyway? I thought about him too. His eyes like to make kangen,” said Ryan. Either Shazia's eyes or Nayla's eyes that she misses.

Ryan bade to enter the mosque.

Nayla prayed, may Fahad and Ryan not meet in the mosque. Her husband has said he will control jealousy, but Nayla still feels afraid if her husband gets out of control. Nayla tries to think positively, there are many people inside and the mosque is also quite spacious, less likely Fahad will meet with Ryan. Yeah, I hope so.

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