Love From Facebook

Chapter 11 S2

After ending Fahad's phone call, Nayla returned to her room. Trying to think positively, may be true her husband said ... Andi is busy. And, yeah, Andi's grown up now. Nayla doesn't have to worry, she believes Andi can take care of herself. But, for a big brother .. his big brother will still be his little sister who he must always take care of.

A flash of light from a car light came through Nayla's room from her window. Take a peek, and that is Andi. Nayla's eyes narrowed, she saw that instead of Andi coming down from the steering wheel, Reza was the one who came out of there.

Nayla immediately put on her thin jacket and hijab. He left the room and opened the door. His eyes were perfectly rounded as soon as he saw a staggering Andi assisted in walking by Reza.

“Andi ..” Nayla's approaching. He helps Reza carry Andi's body into the house. Nayla can smell the alcohol from her sister's mouth.

“Mbak, sorry, earlier Andi—”

“Why can I believe this, anyway? Andi never drank,” Nayla said.

Both of them helped Andi to lie in the room. The smell of alcohol was oozing, disturbing Nayla's sense of smell. He was angry, looking at his sister who looked very devastated over what had happened. You know what is good and what is right. But this time his brother was weak. Weak will love.

“Still, Za, you've anter Andi go home.” Nayla drove Reza to the front door, saw someone on the motorcycle ready to pick up Reza. “That's your sister?” tanyakanya.

Reza nodded.

Nayla takes off Andi's shoes, justifies her sleeping position and raises the blanket to cover her sister's body. Nayla sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping sister's face. “Why do you think I'm a gini, Andi?" Nayla stroked the soft end of the sister's head.

Nayla moved, closing the door to Andi's room without making a sound.

Nayla sighed harshly, she felt angry at the two Goddess elders. The dowry requirements they requested were very strange. Alright, there are indeed many like that, but what should follow such a bad thing? A dowry will be accounted for in the afterlife. If the dowry is a set of prayer tools, then a set of prayer tools must also be used for prayer, not just for display. Because really, the dowry is very heavy. Therefore, it is better that the dowry is just money. A little, and immediately spend it on useful things. That's better.

The dowry must be in the willingness of both parties; that is, both brides. For what dowry with a large amount but does not give blessing in marriage. Empty, the wedding is empty.

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The morning greeted me again. Nayla has been busy with her activities since dawn. Nayla is cooking while watching Shazia play with the cookware toys on the floor.

Many times Nayla looked at Andi in the room, but her sister never woke up. It seemed, the influence of the alcoholic beverage made Andi's consciousness completely disappear. Andi is not a drinker, no wonder if his body reacts so.

After bathing Shazia, Nayla took her little daughter and bribed her. A call from Fahad was on his phone screen.

“Papa!” shazia shouted cheerfully. He clapped his hands with happy sparkling eyes. Nayla leaned her phone against a glass so her husband could see them clearly.

"“What breakfast are you?” ask Fahad to Shazia. The daughter did not answer, but she showed the potatoes and steamed carrots she was holding on her phone screen, intending to show her papa.

“You've had breakfast?” ask Nayla.

“Not yet, Yasmin hasn't woken up.”

“Enak only! I'm awake,” said Yasmin who walked closer to Fahad.

Yasmin stood behind Fahad with her hands busy piggybacking her hair. “Sister-in-law, I miss you so much!” exciting Yasmin.

Instantly Fahad covered one ear with the palm of his hand. “Whispering!!" yells.

“Hai, Auntie Yasmin.” Nayla waves the princess's hand at Yasmin.

“Uuuwww, Auntie kangen.” Yasmin pretended to cry, making Shazia smile when she saw him.

“already there, makein brother tea,” command Fahad. Yasmin rebuked, but she kept carrying out her brother's orders. Preparing tea and breakfast. Yes, even if it was just toast he could make.

Nayla and Fahad resumed their conversation. “And where? Why not have breakfast?” tanyakanya.

“Still sleeping him.”

Fahad asked permission for a party invitation at a nightclub. Whether given permission or not, Fahad felt it was still important to say everything to his wife. Do not let his wife know from others, which will certainly cause misunderstandings between them.

“I, right, haven't answered, you're a great habit .. sum up everything yourself,” Nayla quipped.

Fahad smiled, yes ..he realized that what his wife said was indeed true.

“Actually I want to disobey, but because this has interests in your business, it is okay. As long as you can keep the trust that I love, you can go.”

Fahad smiled knot. His wife is very understanding. He is grateful for that.

“Remember! Don't mess around, don't flirt, don't spread the charm. Remember, you already have a child.”

Nayla's words sounded like a threat. Piercing Fahad's sense of hearing sharply. It was enough, that dark past troubled his heart and soul. Now, Fahad is determined to keep whatever is in his arms. He takes care of his heart and his love for his family.

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Nayla caressed her sister's face. “Andi, are you awake?”

Andi had opened her eyes, she could see Nayla's smile. Andi was about to wake up, but his head felt very heavy.

“No need to wake up first, mbak fetakin drink.”

Andi's head felt spinning, his stomach like stirring. Andi spewed all the contents in his stomach onto the floor. Nayla helps Andi by massaging her sister's neck. “Already?” asked Nayla who answered a nod by Andi. Nayla takes a tissue to wipe Andi's lips. He cleaned the floor affected by the vomit, he also helped remove the t-shirt that was still attached to Andi's body and brought it to the back.

Nayla returned to Andi's room with a cup of honey tea in her hand. He saw Andi sitting half of his body at the head of the bed. Andi has been wearing a change of shirt and knee-length shorts. Nayla sits on the edge of the bed and helps her drink tea.

“You want to eat? Mbak fetakin, huh?”

Andi moaning weakly, “not, Ma'am. I'm just going to sleep.I'm dizzy.”

“Ya, already. Mbak make porridge, later when it is ripe mbak wakein you.” Nayla helps Andi to lie down, covering half her body with a blanket.

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Nayla wanted to be angry, not at Andi .. but at the two Goddess parents. Why do they make it difficult for two people who love each other on the condition of a dowry that he thinks is very unreasonable. Okay. Nayla did not want to harbor a protracted anger towards the Dewi family. Here, Andi was also involved. As a man, Andi should also be able to act more mature. Never mind, everything is done. Rice has become porridge.

Oh, whoa! A pulp?

Nayla shrinks the fire. He stirred the rice porridge so that the texture was more mushy. While waiting for the porridge to ripen, Nayla also cook chicken milk and gravy for a companion to eat the porridge, later.

The sound of the motor distracts Nayla. The sound of Mas Arif's motor, Nayla is very puffed up. Nayla opened the door, allowing her brother and sister-in-law to enter. There was fear in Nayla's heart. His first brother was quite firm, in fear that Mas Arif would be very angry if he knew the state of their youngest brother.

“What cooking time, Nay?” Beautiful Ma'am follows Nayla into the kitchen.

“Porridge cookery, Mbak. Create Andi.”

“Andi?” ask Mas Arif who just followed.

Nayla nodded, “He was not feeling well anymore, so I masakin porridge.”

Nayla also made drinks for Mas Arif and his wife. At first, Nayla hesitates to say what happened to Andi. However, he felt guilty if he did not tell his other brother. Finally Nayla also told about the dowry requested by the goddess' parents and Andi who was drunk.

One hand Mas Arif clenched furiously. The youngest sister whom he knew well and did not neko-neko was daring to chug the illicit drink just because of a girl. Standing up, it felt like Mas Arif hit Andi's face, so that his sister was aware of the mistakes he had made.

Of course Nayla did not stay silent. He pulled out Mas Arif's hand and led him to sit back down. Giving an explanation that Andi was not only sick, his sister's heart was also sick. Violence will only add to the wound that is getting wider in the space of Andi's heart. Nayla was sure, if Mas Arif had Andi, his sister would have been quiet and not returned a single blow.

“But, should he drink like that? It's like it's not Andi.” Mas Arif.

“That's exactly it, because he's not like the Andi we know. True said Nayla, we are careless to worsen her mood, we must understand the state of Andi, Pa. We help him recover.” Mbak Indah.

Mas Arif agreed, he chose to be quiet and let Nayla talk. If later Andi still drink, he himself will intervene to teach his sister a lesson.

The porridge is ripe. Nayla immediately brought a tray containing a bowl of porridge and water to Andi's room. Earlier, Nayla looked at Shazia who was still sleeping in her sleep.

Andi began to blink her eyes, adjusting the light bias that entered her eyes. “Mbak,” voice raucous Andi. “Andi won't eat,” he added.

Nayla is a little pushy. She helps Andi to sit and lean on the head of the bed.“You from last night definitely haven't eaten.”

Hearing Nayla's words, Andi began to remember what she did last night. Opening his eyes wider, looked at his sister's warm smiling face. “Mbak, overnight—”

“Iya.” Nayla nodded. “If you are better, then we can chat.”

Approaching the spoon that had been filled with porridge to Andi's lips. Nayla feeds Andi affectionately. Their parents are gone, the love of their brothers is the greatest strength among them. Expressing affection by showing concern for each other. After all this has passed, Nayla hopes her sister can be more mature to respond to love.

The sound of Shazia's little laughter sounded.

“Mbak, Zia wake up.” Andi refuses Nayla's bribe.

“There are Beautiful Mbak same Mas Arif. Finish the porridge first.”

Andi shakes. He felt his stomach was full.

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