Love From Facebook

Chapter 13 S2

New Delhi - India.

Fahad and Sahil walk into a nightclub. The frenetic music up beat and the twinkle of light that is not too bright it makes both of them difficult to find the location of the VIP room. Luckily, a staff approached them.

“Mari, Sir, I'll take you to the VIP room. Mr. Ajay is waiting,” he said. Fahad and Sahil followed the staff.

After the door opened, the two were greeted by the owner of the event. The two sat on a double sofa in the room. A sexy woman approached the two and presented them with a bottle of wine.

“Sorry, I don't drink alcohol. Bring me juice or soft drinks only,” reject Fahad smoothly, Sahil was the same. They did not want to lose consciousness in that place. The drink is also forbidden by religion. While Sahil, he just followed what his friend said. If there were no Fahad, maybe he would drink it.

The party aims to celebrate the cooperation between the company Fahad and Mr. Ajay which is growing in the world of food industry. They reached a fairly good initial agreement by expanding their business to other Asian countries such as the Philippines, Singapore, and Malaysia. Yes, Mr. Ajay has already planted shares in companies in the three countries. And the shares are also quite large.

“Sorry, Miss, can you leave here? I feel uncomfortable,” Fahad said. He was very uncomfortable served a woman with clothes lacking these materials. With a hand signal from Mr. Ajay, the woman left. Mr. Ajay sits his body on a single sofa closer to Fahad.

“We are not in the office right now, can I call you by name?” ask Mr. Ajay.

“Sure, Ajay, after all we seem to be the same age. So just call name.” Sahil added.

“Do you guys not enjoy this party? Why do you ask for canned soda drinks from this wine.” Mr. Ajay showed me a glass of wine in his hand.

“No, not like that. I'm just—”

“He promised his wife not to drink,” Sahil said.

Damn you, Sahil!

Mr. Ajay asked further. “I guess you're not married. And, why have I never seen your wife at an office event and a party invitation?” Looking at Fahad's facial expression, Ajay understood there was something wrong with his question. “I mean, not a party like this. For example a party at a hotel or in a certain place,”.

“My wife doesn't like the party too much, she chose to take care of our daughter.” Fahad replied, the smiles of his son and wife suddenly flashed through the eyes. Ah, miss it so much.

Before long, another Tian Ajay friend also came. Getting to know each other, they sat down with a chat that Fahad said was very unimportant. Women's chat and entertainment venues.

“Sorry, are you all unmarried?” cetus Fahad's.

Mr. Ajay replies that he is not married, and his other two friends are married but have no children.

“Dan, Sahil?” ask Rishi.

“I want to answer not yet, but there is Fahad here. He can complain to my wife later.”

“Stupid basis!” fahad told Sahil, make everyone laugh.

“I and my wife are on a pregnancy program, after seeing Fahad and Nayla's children, my wife really wants to have a child.” Sahil added.

“Nayla?” ask Ajay.

Fahad who just realized the name of his wife was called that was immediately stepped on Sahil's feet. It made his friend cry out in pain.

Damnit damnit! Why is she calling my wife's name here.

Not that Fahad wants to hide his wife's identity from the outside world, but that is indeed Nayla's desire, Fahad does not want his wife to be a public consumption, does not want his wife to be seen by other men. Nayla was just his, enough he saw the charm of his wife.

 ***

The morning before the opening of the store.

“Halo?”

Nayla looked back at her phone screen, right she called the husband's number. Fahad's name is clearly there.

“This who?” ask Nayla.

“Sorry, Mr. Fahad, still sleeping.”

Oho! Whatisthis? Another woman's voice. Wh who? Various questions suddenly appeared in his mind. Nayla was sitting limp next to Shazia who was playing in her recently finished clothes shirt. His hand shook, a clear circle fell from the tip of his eye.

“Halo?”

Without answering, Nayla turned off her phone. He looked for Yasmin's name and called her. Nayla tries to ask where her husband is, and Yasmin's answer further adds to her fear. Her husband has not returned. Last night, it was clear Fahad was saying goodbye to coming to a party invitation held at a club.

Where is Fahad?

Who was the woman who received the call?

Is it possible ...?

No, Nayla doesn't want to think badly. Better wait for her husband's explanation. That's better.

***

Nayla finished packing lunch for Andi and Reza. Today, Andi will be busy in the studio. And that night, her sister had a photo shoot somewhere else. “Mbak can not take a car, Andi, later take a taxi. Anyway, I've already told Tia if it's a new afternoon to the boutique. Ma'am wants to clean up the house first,” reason, which is actually ... Nayla wanted to calm her heart first. Since yesterday, since her call to Fahad was answered by a woman, her husband has not contacted her again. Sending dozens of white roses, Nayla could not be bribed with just those flowers. Nayla needs an explanation, not flowers or anything.

“Then, I'll pick you up at the boutique.” Nayla nodded, saying her sister's words. “Bye, padlock!” Andi kissed both cheeks of his nephew with anxiety. Shazia's hands and smile led Andi to start her activities today.

Staring at his peaceful cell phone screen since morning. There was no motivation for the message or the ringing call from the husband. Nayla's fake smile claps for Shazia, her daughter is busy playing and occasionally staring at her with a twinkle of happiness. Is it true that a husband cannot be faithful if he is away from his wife? Not once or twice as far apart as this. But why is something wrong now. Nayla picks up her phone lying on the table, disables it, waiting for Fahad to call her. Nayla wanted to be alone first, there was no point hoping to get an explanation from her husband.

***

Sitting behind his pride table. Fahad was finally able to finish the work that took up his time since yesterday. One document that Alina had just delivered finished checking and signing. Now is the time to contact his wife.

“Kok, don't connect?” muttered.

Twice, three times, four times, five times. Andi was the same, three times Fahad tried to contact his sister-in-law, but the call was not accepted.

“Kakak?” Yasmin walked into the study, brought Fahad lunch. “As per request, I also bring jus—”

“What's your sister-in-law calling?" Fahad Tukas.

Yasmin shook her head. “Ah, wait,” she remembered something. “Yesterday morning sister-in-law called, she just her husband is where.”

“Terus?" curious Fahad.

“Yes, when I went to my room, my sister did not come home. After that brother-in-law no longer call.” Yasmin arranged for lunch at the sofa table, one by one she put on the plate. “Maybe my sister-in-law is busy, yesterday her button was officially opened. Sister-in-law also sent her design clothes for me and Yumna. Beautiful, duh. Color, fabric, model—”

“Yasmine! Stop talking,” complained Fahad. “So's sister is dizzy.”

Yasmin smiled awkwardly, she approached her brother and put a bottle of juice right in front of Fahad. “Kak, can I ask?” his question was only answered by the eyes of a man who was dizzy thinking about his wife. “What, Brother, don't give gifts to sister-in-law? A gift for hard work she opened the boutique.”

Fahad was upset. “Sister isn't that stupid, Yasmin. Yesterday I sent dozens of white roses.”

Yasmin nodded in understanding. She knew why her brother chose to give her white roses instead of jewelry or something. Her sister-in-law did not like jewelry, even .. on her body only there was only one wedding ring and necklace, as well as small earrings. Totally different. Let alone wearing excessive jewelry, to keep only his brother-in-law was not willing. So no wonder, at home there are no jewelry boxes lined up neatly in the drawers of the closet.

***

Time shows at four o'clock western Indonesia time. Nayla and Shazia were already in the taxi, they were about to head to the boutique. On the way, Shazia was very enthusiastic to see the traffic from behind the window. Her hands were unceasingly patting the glass, Masya Allah .. This daughter was adorable.

“Why, Sir?” car stopped.

“A minute, Ma'am, I'll see first. Looks like, the tires are leaking.”

Nayla's coming down, sure enough. The car was leaking. He had to find another taxi. It will take longer to wait for the taxi driver to change tires. Shazia started to fuss, her daughter was feeling hot. “Shortly, Jaanu, mama take hp first.” Nayla had trouble reaching for her phone in the bag. There was no other option, he had to activate his phone, although there was actually pain when he saw his phone in active mode. Her husband still hasn't called her, just explaining who the woman who received her phone call was yesterday morning.

“Nay?”

“Ya?” Nayla. Oh, there's Ryan. Wait, Ryan? Nayla blinked her eyes many times.

“Where are you going?” Ryan asked.

The question continued with an offer to give a ride to Nayla. Just like in the past, Nayla is very difficult to say the word ‘iya’. Not because of looking for an opportunity, Ryan just could not bear to leave Nayla waiting for another taxi in this hot afternoon. Moreover, Shazia who was already in his carriage was a little fussy because of the heat. If this was indeed an opportunity for him to spend time with Nayla, of course he would not waste it.

Yep. There was nothing else Nayla could do, her daughter did not want to be taken from Ryan's arms. Shazia placed both hands around the man's neck.

“Your eyes are why, Nay?”

“Hah?” ryan's question makes Nayla aware of her daydream. “Mata? Whose eyes?”

Ryan smiled wryly. “Your eyes, Sa— .. eemm, I mean your eyes, Nay.”

Oh, shite! I almost called him honey. Come on, Ryan, stop and wake up. Ryan was cursing himself. I don't know what's on his mind, so there comes a call dear.

“My eyes are okay, okay. Why indeed?” Nayla asked.

“Slight swelling and redness. Cry what hurts?” search Ryan.

Nayla tries to divert the conversation, it is inappropriate if she is telling the truth to someone else. After all, Nayla would hide what she was supposed to be hiding. His domestic affairs are not for the consumption of others, especially .. There is a little story between him and Ryan. It wasn't him who wrote the story, it was Ryan. And until now, Nayla felt that the story was still neatly arranged, but somewhere.

“Bye, Om.," Shazia waved her hand to Ryan after the man hugged and kissed her.

The boutique atmosphere is quite crowded, all employees are busy with customers. Nayla walks into her private room, she puts Shazia in order to play freely there.

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