Love From Facebook

Chapter 21 S2

Nayla was calm. His heart was relieved, all his grievances and fears were gone with the hugs and smiles he got from Fahad.

Leaving Fahad and Shazia playing. Nayla went to the kitchen to cook her husband's favorite fried chicken. The delicious aroma goes out when the chicken has been inserted into the pan that contains the hot oil. Her husband had a plan. In the afternoon, the three of them will go to the park and then to the boutique. Besides Fahad who really wants to see it in person, Nayla has also not gone to the boutique for too long because of the fear that recently tormented her.

“You're not tired? We can go tomorrow, Fahad.” Nayla put a plate of fried chicken on the dining table.

Fahad shook his head, “not. I'm not tired after seeing you two.”

Nayla took a little rice and fried chicken, complete with raw vegetables as vegetables. For sambal, Nayla makes it not too spicy. Not because Fahad does not like spicy, her husband actually likes spicy food. However, Nayla herself who is not strong eat spicy. His lips accepted, but his stomach would be tormented.

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Fahad swung the princess's bully body into the air. Instead of crying out of fear, Shazia laughed out loud as her body soared into the air.

“Papa, Papa!” shazia shouted, he pointed ... invited his father to approach the mother who was sitting in the garden chair— made of iron.

“Zia, love to play with papa?” nayla asked as she lifted Shazia up and held her lap.

The cheek puffed up. The smile from her lips strongly supported the answer to Nayla's question. “But, Zia kangen the same Om Iyan, Ma,” chirps.

“Zia!” nayla's voice was slightly raised. “You can't call—”

“Sayang ...,” Fahad. His hand touched the wife's cheek gently. “Zia just talking, really. Nothing is wrong. I have no problem with that either.”

“Tapi—”

Fahad nodded, “already, yes, do not take it seriously. Zia like this isn't just her, is she? If Zia already likes, surely his name is always mentioned. I'm not angry, honey.”

Nayla sighed. It's true, Shazia will definitely name the person she likes. I don't know.Fear and disappointment towards the man still lingers in his mind. He didn't want to hear the man's name anymore.

Time is almost evening. Fahad and Nayla rush to go to the boutique. Previously, Nayla took the time to stop by a cake shop. Two boxes of red velvet cake became Nayla's choice that she would give to her employees.

Tia was excited to see Nayla open the boutique door and greet her. And also ...everyone's eyes are on Fahad. The man wearing a blue shirt with his arms rolled up to his elbows looked handsome. Moreover, there was Shazia who was in his carriage. Add a good looking impression to anyone who sees.

Nayla puts the cake box on the cashier's desk, telling Fina to share it with the others. Afterwards, Nayla escorts Fahad and his daughter into her private break room.

“I go ahead first, yes. I'll be here again.” Nayla moves out after Fahad. The first thing he did at the boutique was to check the availability of goods and also the sales results within this week. Pretty well. Online and offline sales are going well.

“Oh, yes. Andi told you, right?” Nayla asked Tia. “If the day after there is a photo shoot for a new shirt.”

Tia nodded. “All is ready, Ma'am. Couple clothes, Ma'am, design has also become everything. But, there are constraints about the model.”

“Begini, Mbak.” Tia shifted her seat to get closer to Nayla. “I originally wanted to, Ma'am. But, after seeing husband, Mbak—”

“Hah?” nayla Tuas.

“Not-not!” panicking Tia, both her hands waved right in front of her face. “I mean this way, than Andi has trouble finding a male model, rather than paying for a model as well. Kan, better, Madam Nayla, the same husband who became the model. It must be really good, Ma'am,” he said convincingly.

Nayla clucking. His eyes again stared at the folding computer screen that showed some online orders. “You alone, Tia. Besides, which husband would like to be a Muslim dress model like that.”

“Try asking first, Ma'am. It's possible, you want. It must be a big sell if the model is also supportive. Face, body posture, and all that fits well to be a model. Rather than out of money to find a model, better your own husband, Mbak.” Tia did not give up. Her lips just spoke, seducing Nayla to agree with her advice. No matter how many times the woman in front of him refuses, Tia will still make Nayla and her husband a model of the woman's own clothing brand.

“OK, I want to be the model.” Fahad arrives, interrupting Nayla's and Tia's conversation.

“You?” nayla and Tia's eyes looked compactly at Fahad sitting his body in a chair, next to Nayla's.

“I. I want to be your model,” said Fahad, sure.

“Mbak, come on .. You guys are the models. When else, right? Got international model, but free.” Tia smiled knot.

“Nah!” Fahad patted Nayla on the shoulder, leaving his wife shocked. “True says he.” His hand pointed at Tia who put on her surprised face. “I can speak Indonesian, little.” Fahad explained. “OK, Darling. We agreed, so model for Muslim clothes couple tomorrow after tomorrow.” Fahad left without listening to Nayla's answer first.

Nayla. One hand scratched the temple that was not actually itching it. “Tia ... Tia, your idea is too creative, yes.”

Tia laughed a little. “Suami, Mbak Nayla, can you speak Indonesian?” her question was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla. “Wahh, great!” three pats Tia gave to her boss' husband. “Mbak, also great, can get husband overseas. Uh, but, how not the same as in Indian movies, huh, Ma'am?”

Nayla turned her head, her eyes finding Tia's confused face. “Not the same how?”

In Tia's shadow. Nayla's husband was a man with a large tall body and a thick mustache. But the truth is completely different. Yes, Fahad's posture is indeed high, but not as high and as big as he sees in Bollywood films. Yes, Tia is also very fond of Hindi films and songs.

“Sama like Indonesia different tribes and languages. My husband is from Kashmir, ethnic Kashmir. For body posture, in all countries there must also be a difference, right? Fiction and reality are clearly different, Tia.”

Tia nodded. The explanation from Nayla is correct. India is certainly vast. With a variety of cultures that are definitely different in each state. “Hopefully one day I can explore India, get to know its culture more closely.”

“Aamiin .. not all looking for an Indian soul mate?” Nayla seduces.

“No, Ma'am, I don't speak English. Married the same that is still one country only needs to adjust in such a way, let alone a different country like, Ms. Nayla, this. It must be more difficult and need a great sacrifice.”

Nayla nodded. Marriage is the art of giving up. In each step, something had to be sacrificed. Love alone is not enough to be a provision in a household. Although only briefly building a household, but Nayla already understood what the meaning of a marriage. Comfort, responsibility, respect, understanding, good communication. The sense of love and the desire to have is just a complement that must be more honed and must be completely understood, in order to be able to be the right grip on every foot stepping.

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