Love From Facebook

Chapter 14

One month later ....

Falk is busy with his work. In the midst of his busy life, he always took time for Nayla. Fahad always texted and made video calls to treat their longing.

Fahad never ignored Nayla, as busy as he was .. he would reply to messages. Fahad does not want Nayla to think that she is not serious about love and also plans to propose Nayla as a wife. Fahad is very serious about it. However, the busyness made his plan delayed for a while. Also Fahad wants to give Nayla time to solidify her heart—to be willing to marry him.

Fahad did not want Nayla to feel remorse later on, if she already held the status of a wife of Fahad Malik Khan. Meanwhile, Fahad, his heart is very ready and can be sure that he will not regret it in the future. The story of his first household was enough to teach a lesson. Pain and disappointment, he had already made sure that Nayla would not give all that. There is only happiness.

Fahad also recounts the customs and culture of the Indian state. Where it is very different from Indonesia. Although both Muslims, there is certainly a difference. Because—umunya—india muslim is Hanafi. (In North India)

And in the south of India, they are mostly Shafi'i, just like Indonesia. And there must also be differences about the teachings and customs of Indian and Indonesian Muslims. Though different, Fahad and Nayla respect each other.

***

At 08.00 WIB

As time passed, Nayla and Fahad carried out their activities as usual.

Today is Saturday, Nayla holiday of course. Early in the morning, there was the sound of knocking on the door and greeting. Andi answered the greeting as she walked towards the door and opened it.

“Hai, Andi. Nayla is?” ask Sari.

“There in the kitchen, just in, Mbak.” Andi invited Sari to come in. And Sari immediately headed to the kitchen— approached Nayla, following Andi who was trailing behind her.

“Hai, Nayla, what else are you doing?” ask Sari.

“Magainst swimming, nih. Want to come?”

Sari chuckled at Nayla's words. “Funny you, Nay.”

“Lagian, already know more cooking, still only in tanya.”

“Yes, no, no nyolot. Road to mall, yuk?” bring Sari.

“Ngak, ah. Males me,” reject Nayla who remains focused on her cooking.

“Come on, Nay, it's very hard to take you away,” grumbled Sari. “If the Indian bule hijak it, would immediately want,” added Sari.

“This is why so discuss him, anyway?”

“Ya, you. It's hard to take the road. Kan, just to the mall, not discos.”

“Review if, Ms. Sari, dare to take Mbak Nayla to the discotheque. I samperin keep I make shame there!” andi hatch. (Threatening Sari)

“Seriously so you. More pms, huh?” cetus Sari's.

“Iya. I'm lucky this does not want to eat people,” said Andi.

Sari clucked irritably, she turned her head back towards Nayla and invited her. With little force, Nayla finally accepted Sari's invitation. After all, Fahad hasn't messaged her since yesterday. (Count Nayla looking for entertainment)

“Iya, come. I finished cooking first. Lagian mall is also not open,” said Nayla.

“Well, that's dong. Andi come with you, yuk? Let's add rame,” invite Sari.

“Okay! If people see, Andi will be considered again the same way two wives. Kan, ribet, can go down the market Andi. Mending hangs out with Andi's own friend,” Andi said as he put his shoulder.

Nayla and Sari are made to laugh by Andi's words.

***

Finished going around the mall to buy the items needed by Sari, they both now sit—rest in one of the foodcourt. They ordered two drinks and a snack to accompany the time to relax. As the two of them were chatting casually, Nayla was startled when someone patted her on the shoulder from behind.

“Hai, Darling.” Fahad smiled and sat down next to Nayla.

Nayla blinked her eyes many times. His hands pointed, gently touching Fahad's cheeks by itself. “You came by?” asked Nayla who was answered nodding her head by Fahad.

Sari was no less surprised, he dropped the fries that he would put in his mouth with perfectly rounded eyes. It was the first time he had seen Fahad from such a close distance.

MashaAllah is very good, O Allah. Inner Sari.

“Hold, Ma'am, not yet legal!” chirps Andi who sat beside Sari.

Instantly Nayla ended her gaze, lowering her hand while bowing her head. Avoiding Fahad's eyes due to extreme embarrassment.

“Andi, no other dialogue what? Kan, shy,” shriek Nayla.

Andi and Sari chuckled at Nayla's behavior. While Fahad, he still looked at Nayla with a smile that never faded on his face.

“Why you?” fahad asked who was answered by Nayla.

“See me,” command Fahad.

Slowly Nayla raised her face, looking at Fahad. “You didn't tell me first. Kan, I can pick up.” Nayla spoke in her lowest voice.

“Kan, let's surprise.”

“Hemm.”

Andi and Sari still looked at the lovers before them. Nayla's shyness. Fahad who still looked at the face of the lover he missed, Fahad really did not feel bored looking at that face.

“Mbak Sari, we go home, yuk? Not good to be a mosquito repellent.” Andi said, making Nayla and Fahad compact turn towards him.

“Wait a minute,” prevent Nayla. “Why did you get Fahad here? Do you know where you're from if you're here?” ask him to Andi.

“I've been puffed up, Ma'am. If Mbak is definitely to this mall, it is impossible to go far. Kan, this mall is doang deket,” replied Andi. “Fahad. Yes, yes, Andi just take it here. Her suitcase is still at home.”

“Yes, already, Nay, I'm going home first. Let's take Andi with us. Come, Andi.” Sari stood up, on the tail of Andi.

“Go home first, Ma'am, Fahad,” said Andi who was answered with a nod of the head by the two.

“Bye, Nayla.” Sari waved her hand.

“Be careful,” says Nayla.

***

After the departure of Andi and Sari, Fahad again looked at Nayla's face. It was very eager for him to hold the woman's body, to pour out all his longing. But he broke his intention. He was afraid that Nayla would be angry, and it was not yet time for him to embrace her.

Nayla lowered her head once her eyes accidentally met Fahad's eyes. Missed, Nayla missed him too. But as soon as he remembered the moment where his hand touched Fahad's face, he felt ashamed of him.

“Sayang?” call Fahad.

“Iya,” said Nayla who remained down.

“Sini, see me.”

Nayla shook her head, “no want, I want to go home aja.”

“You see me or ask me to hug?” said Fahad.

Forced Nayla to raise her face, staring at both of Fahad's beads. “Don't look at it,” shrewd Nayla.

“So I have to see what I think, honey? Should we get closer?” ask Fahad.

Nayla shook her head loudly and said, “you are like that, ih.”

“Iya, sorry. Now to Mas Arif's house, yuk?”

“Hah? Why Mas Arif's house?” asked Nayla who was surprised by Fahad's invitation.

“Ya, ask her permission. Mas Arif.”

Nayla throttled, pursing her lips. (Sign he is upset) “Di asked seriously too.”

“I'm serious. I want to ask permission to Mas Arif, would take you to India,” said Fahad.

***