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Chapter 23 S2

“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. One hand grabbed Nayla's nape. However, a pinch pointed right at his stomach.

“We're still in the boutique, Fahad. Don't fuck around!” Nayla warned.

Fahad smiles. Yes, he knows now is not the right time. “Handering, Honey. You are serious.” Pulls the petite nose of the wife and gives a short kiss on her cheek.

“You're working again?” Nayla asks when Fahad takes the laptop back and holds it.

Fahad nodded. “Next month is in, and before that there was a meeting about cooperation with one of the companies in India as well. So, before the meeting we have to go back to India.”

“Ready, Boss!” nayla said excitedly, but with a stifled voice as Shazia was still sleeping. Nayla didn't want to bother him.

Kan, his wife started acting adorable again. “Sini, closer to me.” Fahad pulls Nayla's arm, getting her closer. “I love you,” he said gently as he hugged Nayla's body from the side.

“Iya, I know. And you know that I love you too. Thank you, you always keep my trust.”

“Sama-sama, Darling. Trust is the most expensive thing. I almost lost it when you were pregnant with Shazia. Sorry me.” Fahad remembered those months of sadness.

Nayla clucked, her body slightly keeping its distance from Fahad. “You why are you still talking about that, anyway? At that time, I was sick, you were sick too. So, we have to heal each other, don't open that wound again.”

“Iya, here I curedin.” Fahad kissed the thin lips of Nayla, the smile of his wife ended their conversation about the difficult times.

After the magrib prayer, Nayla and Fahad immediately went to the mall. Their first destination was to stop by a Turkish restaurant. Nayla wants to eat Turkish kebabs. One effect is because Nayla likes to watch Turkish dramas. Sitting opposite Fahad, and Shazia who was beside him. Nayla was busy tidying up some of her daughter's hair that covered her forehead.

Nayla gives one piece of bread to Shazia. The little girl also loved cheese. Especially when mixed with eggs and tomatoes. His daughter will eat voraciously, unceremoniously.

“Zia this Indian kid what turkish kid, anyway? Love the same cheese.” Fahad. “So much like cheese. I like it too, but not quite so much,”.

“Yes, your son, Fahad!” nayla is full of emphasis.

Fahad laughing. “Nih, eaten.” One mouthful of cheese he gave to Nayla.

From a distance, a woman appears to come to Nayla and her husband. The woman was very happy when she saw Nayla. Saris. He greeted Nayla and sat down next to her. “Pak Fahad, I borrowed his wife for a while, huh?” Sari felt sad.

“For what? I didn't rent out wife.” Fahad jemawa.

“Fahad ...,” Nayla says. “He's kidding, Sari. Where are you from?” tanyakanya.

Sari smiled, “I want to buy a shirt for Doni. Oh, yeah, where have you been, Nay? Your number why is it difficult to contact?”

Not yet able to answer, Nayla was surprised by the cry of Sari who called her husband, Doni. Not alone, there was another man with him. Fahad's face had changed, anger from the look in his eyes. “Sari, I go home first, yes. I'll chat you.”

“Why rush, Nay?” Sari grabs Nayla's wrist. “We chat-chat—”

The sound of a blow sounded very loud. As Nayla had guessed, Fahad would not be able to hold back if he met Ryan. Yeah, that guy came with Doni. Nayla asks Sari to take Shazia out of the restaurant.

Punch after punch Fahad lay in Ryan's face. Initially, Ryan did not want to retaliate, but when he saw Nayla trying to pull Fahad, the emotions in his heart were provoked. Defending themselves, as well as venting his disappointment.

“Stop, Ryan!” Doni tried to break up. However, the two cannot be separated easily. Security was also overwhelmed.

“Fahad, you stop or I go!” Nayla threatens. Successfully, Fahad retreated, approaching him.

Fahad's index finger pointed at Ryan's face. “You will never be able to get Nayla!” Fahad grabs his wife's wrist and takes her home.

Finished watching live action at the restaurant. Doni tried to calm Ryan down. He knew that his friend still loved Nayla, but because of what made Fahad suddenly throw a punch—still a big question mark in Doni's mind.

Nayla takes Shazia from Sari's sling. “Receive still, Sar, I go home first, yes?”

Sari nodded quickly.

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“We go to the hospital first, yes, Yan, we treat your wounds.” Doni gives advice, but Ryan refuses and asks to be sent home.

In the car, Ryan cleans the blood still flowing from his lips with a tissue that Sari gave him. Questions from Doni and Sari have not been answered by Ryan. Because what makes Fahad directly hit him, impossible without reason, right?

Sari continued to urge, her curiosity had already peaked. “Jawab, Ryan!” yells.

“I shot Nayla, I said love to her. I asked him to go with me.”

“Crazy basics!” Sari could not help her surprise. “When? Very close to you.”

Alright. There is nothing wrong with love. Love knows no time or place. Love comes as it pleases, plunging the flavored arrow into the heart of anyone. However, for Ryan's love story is really over. Indeed, there is no beginning to that love, but for now there is only the end. Even should. Must end.

“Yan, nothing to regret.” Doni spoke with a view that remained focused on the wheel. “You can't make Nayla either. From the beginning he had his choice. You know very well how Nayla is. Do not force yourself if in fact you already know what the answer is.

Goddamnit!

That's all Ryan can do. Wanting to scream, venting out all the disappointment in his heart. Yes, he knows what his love is all about. But, somehow his heart always forced to come back to Nayla. One-sided love is painful. If love is silent, maybe Ryan can be more sincere. He had already revealed it, there was no way he could forget it so easily.

***

Nayla put Shazia to sleep slowly. His hand gently caressed the top of the princess's head. Nayla went out of the room and picked up the P3K box in the drawer on the TV table. Pouring anti-septic liquid into the basin that he had filled with water first. Fahad grimaced in pain as the slightly wet cotton due to the antiseptic touched his facial skin.

“Sick?” Nayla asked.

“Nggak.” Fahad. He led Nayla's hand to touch her chest. “Here the sick,” he added later.

The eyes of the two locked onto each other. Before long, Nayla pulls Fahad's body into his arms. “Sorry me, Fahad, sorry.” Without permission, the clear grain glided by itself.

“Do not go, do not go.” Fahad murmuring. He was afraid that his wife would leave for fear of seeing what he had just done.

“Nobody's gone, Fahad. I'm here, you should also be here.”

Nayla knows, it's all her fault. If only he had been more and more resolute to Ryan, none of this would have happened. Ryan will not express love to him again, Fahad also will not lose control like before. Nayla doesn't want any of this to drag on any longer and get her husband in trouble. Had enough. Everything has to end.

“I'm sorry too, Fahad, I'm in charge of all this.” Nayla breaks her embrace. Both hands are on the husband's cheeks. “Already, don't discuss it again. I'm ready to change clothes, you take a shower first.”

***

“Ma, naughty om!” shazia shouted accompanied by her cries.

The atmosphere of breakfast was noisier because Andi continued to judge his nephew. Fahad exited the room and sat down on one of the dining table chairs. His hand took a cup of chai and drank it. His lips sizzled as the hot drink touched his lips.

“Your face why?” Andi asked.

“Actures with Ryan.” Fahad replied while brushing his thin smile. “If only yesterday Nayla did not—”

“If I don't say that, you can be in trouble.” Nayla. Sitting next to the princess, Nayla cleans the cheeks of the brown-inflicted padlock Shazia with a tissue.

“What problems, anyway? Most also called the police, and arrested last night doang.” Andy added. He agreed with what his brother-in-law did. “I didn't care either, going to jail last night or a few years didn't matter either. The important thing is that I can teach you a lesson.” Andi's eyes turned to Fahad. Yeah, she talked about the times that made Nayla cry.

“That's the past, Andi. Don't discuss it again.” Nayla took one slice of sandwich to her husband's plate.

“Why? I want it to be the past, the present, I will remain unchanged. If, Ma'am, cry, I won't just shut up.” Andi spoke firmly.

“Tos first, dong!” Fahad raised his hand and then fought each other highfive with his sister-in-law. No problem, Fahad really likes the affectionate attitude tested Andi for his brother, Nayla. If he were Andi, maybe the same thing would be done. He would not let his brother be hurt.

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