Love From Facebook

Chapter 20 S2

Andi led Nayla to sit on the edge of the bed, took a glass of water on the nightstand and told her sister to drink. “Mbak, what's up? Why are you afraid of Ryan?” ask her slowly.

Nayla also tells what happened last night and a statement of love from Ryan for her. Andi was surprised to hear it, his hands were clenched holding back angrily at the man who had been presumptuous to love his brother.

“Why, Ma'am, didn't tell Andi?”

“If mbak says ... you must mukulin him, while—”

“That's for sure, Ma'am, I must have hit him. Love is okay, but it doesn't have to be, right!”

“Mbak does not want to ruin the wedding of Sari and Doni, Andi. If you know, you must have made him battered just like Fahad used to be,” said Nayla.

Andi was about to protest again, but Shazia's small hand touched his arm. His nephew's smile made his hands simultaneously lift Shazia's body into his lap. Andi chooses not to return to the studio, he leaves all his work to Reza. Reza obeyed Andi's orders, though his lips were relentlessly swearing at his friend. Not that Reza objected, he quite understood the reason Andi had given him. Yes, her brother is alone at home, there is something that Andi did not explain to her in detail .. it can be ascertained that it is not a trivial thing that is happening in Andi's house.

All day Andi was at home, he who relented out of the house to buy all the necessities because Nayla was still afraid. Andi could understand her brother's fear, especially at this time her husband was not beside her.

Nayla doesn't blame Ryan's love for her. He knows, it's human. Nayla doesn't think that Ryan still harbors feelings for her. It's just that, hearing that expression of love when she was already the wife of another man .. made her heart shocked instead of playing. Nayla thought, Ryan had forgotten everything considering where their friends were still insinuating about Ryan's feelings for him, and at that time it was just Ryan who still looked ordinary. There was no awkward feeling that the man showed.

Nayla was wrong ... Ryan is still the same, he still loves him. Till now.

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Nayla hasn't been out of the house for a week. Boredom began to melt him. He wants to go out of the house just looking for a new atmosphere so that his fatigue is slightly reduced. However, his fear of Ryan comes before he actually leaves the house.

During that week, Andi always left for the studio later that afternoon. Because during that week, Ryan just kept coming home. I don't know what the guy wants by coming every morning to their house. Andi wanted to get out, landing a few punches on Ryan . however, her brother always prevented her. Nayla doesn't want Andi to be in trouble. And, Ryan will go alone because he did not get an answer from the owner of the house. That is, every day.

That morning, Ryan did come ..but before long, the man left. There's a letter Ryan slipped from under the door. Nayla took it and read it.

Nayla .. sorry, I was wrong. Ii'm sorry.

Yeah, that's the only thing on that piece of mail. Nayla thinks positively, maybe that is what Ryan means to come every day to the house. The man wanted to apologize to her. However, Nayla still felt afraid if she had to meet the man again. Staying at home is best. Busy with all the home affairs and busy taking care of his daughter.

That afternoon, Andi had left for the studio, Shazia had taken a nap. Nayla who missed her husband so much chose to cook kheer, rice pudding. Nayla loves kheer because of its easy cooking. And, that rice pudding was one of her husband's favorite desserts.

Simply soak the rice with hot water for five minutes, drain and then mash. Rice does not need to be too smooth, set aside. Then, boil liquid milk, cardamom, sweetened condensed milk, ginger and rice with moderate fire until slightly curdled and input khoya. Khoya is made from liquid milk and samin oil, then mix the two ingredients in one cup of low fat milk. Not wearing khoya also tastes delicious.

Stir until it feels heavy and the rice has become rice. Move it into a heat-resistant container and sprinkle almonds.

Mature, Nayla puts kheer into a large bowl. He doused with khoya on it. Nayla smiled at the results of her cooking.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” the voice of a man is heard.

Nayla who stood facing the bowl sink immediately stopped her activity washing cooking utensils. He knows that voice very well. Nayla turned off the water tap, slowly.

Both corners of his lips rose, forming a smile. He went into the man's arms. ”I miss,” he said with tears that had soaked his cheeks.

Nayla looked up, so that her gaze could reach Fahad's face more clearly. “Koi, didn't tell me you wanted to come? Kan, I can pick you up at the airport.”

“Kan, surprise,” replied Fahad. He wiped away Nayla's tears with his thumb, then landed a kiss on her cheek with his wrath. “My greetings have not been answered,” he said later.

Nayla smiled knot then replied her husband's greetings, “wa'alaikumsalam.”

Fahad hugged his wife again, long .. long enough they just hugged each other until the sound of Shazia waking up forced them to take off each other's arms. Nayla walks into the room, while Fahad.

“God's Assya, papa's son is getting beautiful.” Fahad landed a kiss on both cheeks of the princess. Grip that puffed up body long enough. Shazia seemed to miss her father a lot. His hands were wrapped around Fahad's neck, resting his head on his shoulder.

Fahad takes Shazia out of the room and sits on the couch in the tv room.

“Papa .. papa,” babble Shazia happy.

Nayla presents a glass of water to Fahad, at the request of her husband. “Here is the case, let me feed him.” Fahad took a small bowl from Nayla's hand and began to feed the princess the still-warm rice pudding. “You cook this every day?” ask him to Nayla.

Nayla shook her head, “I missed you today, so I cooked it.”

A tired breath sounded from Fahad. “I just came, really want to eat Indonesian food. But, you even cook kheer.”

Nayla smiles. “Iya, I'll masakin. Want what? Instant noodles?” she flirts.

“You must have a lot of instant noodle stock, right?” Fahad touched Nayla's cheek with the back of her hand. “Automination!” that soft touch turned into an anxious pinch. “Happy you, huh? Can eat instant noodles as much as long as there is no me.”

Nayla grimaces in pain. “Fahad, you came to play pinch!” his protest.

Fahad smiled, he really missed everything that was on Nayla. His laughter, his smile, his anger, and whatever it was ... Fahad is very homesick. His two eyes looked at every inch of his face, trying to find the point of sadness and fear that had been haunting the woman before him for days. Fahad knew, Andi told him everything, without exception. He's not mad at Nayla. His wife only came to his friend's wedding, nothing more. However, what Ryan did really made his wife feel scared.

“Honey, why if already love is very difficult to forget.” Fahad.

Nayla's two eyebrows fused together, “meaning?”

Fahad puts the kheer bowl to the table and drops Shazia off his lap. “Iya,” tidied Nayla's haircut behind the ear. “Whoever, if you have got your eyesight, has got your smile, has got your love, surely can not forget. Either a year, two years, three years, or even forever.”

Nayla's speechless. Didn't feel the clear bulir was sliding, wetting his cheeks. “I'm sorry, Fahad. I was wrong,” her voice vibrated.

Fahad's hands embrace Nayla's body. Letting his shoulders be the place of the quarrel of the wife who was really disappointed. No. gabe. Fahad won't tell Nayla to stop crying. Let all the pain and disappointment come out with the clear drops from the beautiful eyes of the wife.

“I'm the one who should be apologizing to you. I can't take care of you and Shazia. Don't be afraid, I'm here.

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