Love From Facebook

Chapter 22 S2

Fahad had already moved Nayla's exhausted body after the evening's workout onto the bed. He also lay down beside her. The arm pillow from Fahad made Nayla more comfortable, the body scent that he so longed for was bursting into his sense of smell. Nayla really misses her husband.

“Fahad ..” Nayla spoke without seeing her husband's face. His fingers were still busy playing on the chest of the man who was holding it.

“Hemm?” Fahad.

“I want to go back to India, as soon as possible. Or if necessary, tomorrow we return.”

Fahad lowered his gaze on Nayla. He grabbed his wife's chin, raised Nayla's face to make their eyes more free. “Sayang .. I have only been here three days, just this afternoon finished shooting as well. Why are you going back to India so soon? because of that guy?” tanyanya who did not get an answer from Nayla. “My wife is a brave woman. Women who can take care of themselves, past or present. Not because of that man, you go avoid your own country. I know, you're afraid of her love for you, but now I'm here ... Andi also takes care of you as long as I'm not around.”

Not just that. There was something more terrifying, for Nayla. She was afraid, if her husband no longer gave her trust while in Indonesia. Moreover, now there are boutiques that must also be managed. Indeed, there are Andi and also Tia who will take care of the boutique well ... but Nayla also can not sit idly by, right? Families. Nayla also does not want her time with the family to be reduced.

“I believe in you. Want you in Indonesia a month, two months, or any month .. I don't mind, honey, I can still come here. If necessary, once a week I go to Indonesia.” Fahad tries to cheer Nayla up. Although his heart also felt pain when he saw the eyes of the wife who looked frightened when discussing the man.

Lying if Fahad doesn't feel upset and jealous. But this is not his wife's fault. For Fahad, Ryan is the only reason for his anger. Of course, his blood was boiling when he found out Ryan was touching his wife. Love ... Fahad knows what it's like to love. Getting Nayla is not easy either. Precisely because of that, made Fahad feel more challenged and convinced that Nayla was not the wrong choice. Maybe ...it's also one of the reasons Ryan loves and it's not easy to forget Nayla.

Tone of incoming messages from Nayla's phone. His hand picked up the phone on the nightstand. His eyes sparkled happily as he read the message from Tia.

Ma'am, thank God .. only two hours posted, couple shirt orders already have 30 orders. Tomorrow morning everything is ready to be delivered. Right, right, Mommy? Mr. Fahad's face sells once. You guys are the best. A thumb emoticon completes the message from Tia.

Fahad peeked at the contents of the message, a smile etched sweetly from his lips. “Kan, my face does have its own charm.”

Nayla's hand pinched Fahad's arm. “Iya, have attraction. The attraction to be pinched like this!” nayla squeaks on both cheeks.

In an instant, Nayla's fears and worries disappeared as soon as she read the message from Tia. Indeed, the face of her husband is quite selling—, I mean, selling clothes that he has designed. Most importantly, Nayla still gained the trust of her husband. That's more than enough.

“Tomorrow to the mall, no?” Fahad asked.

“Bby. But, to the boutique first, huh?”

Fahad nodded. He plans to stay longer in Indonesia. Fahad misses the atmosphere in Indonesia. However, Ammi continued to say to immediately bring his son and wife to Kashmir. Ammi misses her daughter-in-law and granddaughter a lot. Again, Nayla and Shazia's time with her will be reduced again. Fahad tells Nayla his plan. After returning to India, they will spend two weeks together in New Delhi. Afterwards, Fahad will take them to Kashmir, visiting Ammi and Yumna. Nayla is passionate, as she also misses her sweet mother and two sisters-in-law.

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At six o'clock in the morning, Andi said goodbye to work early. The man told Nayla that today there was an appointment with a client from outside the city—looked at the shooting location for the pre-wedding photos. Andi and Reza had to leave early in the morning so as not to be late at the place they had agreed to.

“Backnight?” ask him to Andi.

“No, maybe the afternoon is home.” Andi turned on the motor, waving to Shazia who was in his papa sling. “Bye, padlock!”

Nayla's homework that morning wasn't finished. While Nayla prepares breakfast, Fahad chooses to help by bathing Shazia. For Fahad, bathing the princess was one of those moments he didn't want to miss. Because, only in Indonesia can he help take care of Shazia. Such as bathing, dressing, and spending a full day just for his son and wife.

In India, before leaving for work, Fahad found his daughter had finished being bathed by Nayla. Or even Shazia is still sleeping. Even when I get home from work. The time to play with Shazia is not as much as the time in Indonesia. Fahad does not want to miss important moments in the growth and development of his daughter. Unlike before, now there is another reason when his feet step out of the house to pick up the windfall. His spirit doubled, his happiness was many times over.

“Whose chatan are you again?” Fahad surprised Nayla from behind.

“God's love, mama's son is already beautiful. Take a shower with papa, huh?” nayla's hand takes Shazia from Fahad's sling, holds him up and gives him a small piece of steamed broccoli.

“For chats with whom?” Fahad asked again.

Fahad smiled, he gently rubbed the back of Nayla's head. The wife still practices her habits every Friday. Not only in India, now Nayla also do the custom of Friday in Indonesia. With the help of her sister-in-law, Madam Indah.

“Akruti by any means?”

Nayla offers Fahad a cup of saffron tea. “Say, there are two new children. They are not the same kids as other kids. Akruti said, they want to get additional lessons as well as play. Thank God, their parents support and want to share every Friday.”

Fahad nodded in understanding. “Honey, you are happy with all this activity?” ask her gently.

Nayla smiled broadly. Eyes sparkling. “Sure, I'm happy. Moreover, you always support whatever I do.”

Fahad kissed Nayla's cheek. “Sure, dong. What my wife does, right, is good. You convey their fortune that God has entrusted to us.”

Time has shown at nine. Nayla and Fahad are already on their way to the boutique. Tia sent a message to Nayla. Say that they must pack 50 packs of clothes and 30 packs of clothes that must be sent immediately today.

Alhamdulillahot. Nayla is very grateful, her clothing brand can be accepted in the market. Thanks to the support of her husband and family, Nayla was able to stand spread wings that she had never stretched.

While helping pack things, Nayla occasionally looks into her private break room. Shazia is playing with her flying horse doll and Fahad is busy with the folding computer in front of her.

“Don't bite the doll, Jaanu!” Fahad took the doll slowly and gave her a piece of biscuit instead, so that Shazia would not cry.

Nayla returns to finish her job. Check one by one the name and address listed, whether it is in accordance with the record. “Tia, is there still something to pack?” tanyakanya.

Tia shook her head. “Everything is finished packed, Ma'am,” he replied while looking at the folding computer screen, reading the contents of the sales account and heating up there are no new orders anymore. “Oh, yes, Ma'am. Yesterday when we want to close the boutique, there are people who ask, can we accept orders for wedding dresses that are syar'i.”

Nayla was silent for a moment. “Material wedding dress and clothing materials that we sell are very different, Tia, I also do not have knowledge about such dresses. Reject it, because we do not sell wedding dresses. We only sell daily clothes and Muslim clothing couple.”

Tia said Nayla.

After finishing all the work. Nayla approached her husband and daughter. Shazia was already asleep next to her papa who was still busy with work from a laptop.

“It's done?” Fahad asked.

“Sorry, Fahad, you're waiting a long time.” Nayla sat next to her husband.

“You're a habit,” Fahad's left hand goes in between Nayla's fingers. “I asked, instead you apologized. That's not the answer, dear.” Even so, Fahad's eyes remain fixed on the folding computer screen.

Nayla smiles. “Yes, it's done. You're not done yet?”

Nayla's question was only answered by Fahad's headband. A while ago, the man had to put off work because Shazia already felt sleepy. The little princess whined, asking to be carried. “Every Zia sleepy, she asks to be carried on?” Fahad turned his head, staring at the two beads of the wife's eyes.

“Sometimes.”

Lowering the laptop from his lap, Fahad faced Nayla and gently touched one side of his face. “Zia her body is so big, you must be tired if she asks for a sling.”

“No, coke. Kan, sometimes doang. Andi also help carry Zia.”

“If Zia carried Andi, I carry you only.” Fahad brought his face closer to Nayla, leaving only a few cent. Nayla's thin lips pulled her closer, and again.

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