Love From Facebook

Chapter 24 S2

Little drizzle. The atmosphere of the night was warm as three adults and one toddler chatted with each other in the living room. In the room, all the things that are done all day will be shared with each other and filled with laughter. Fahad told Nayla that in a few days they would have to return to India to take care of Yasmin's match.

“Kok, suddenly?” Nayla asked.

“Not sudden, Honey. Yasmin's matchmaking plan was far away, even when Yasmin was in college. But at that time I could still influence ammi to be pushed back,” replied Fahad.

Fahad also said that he actually felt less agree with the matchmaking. He wants Yasmin to choose who her life partner will be. Same with Yumna. Fahad did not want to interfere in the affairs of the heart of his sisters. Whoever Yasmin and Yumna chose, Fahad would have loved if the man had a great sense of responsibility, and truly understood what love and home meant. Bad memories of his first household made Fahad really do not want if his sisters experienced the same thing as him.

“Not all marriages because the arrange marriage is not happy, Fahad. You can't generalize,” said Nayla.

“But, it could have been like that, right? Maybe they already have a boyfriend, but must be willing to separate just because of the array marriage.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. Yeah, fine. Fahad's former household is an example of a failed marriage. There may be many marriages out there that end in divorce. But, not a few also managed to live the marriage happily.

“Yes, but still. You can't judge that an array marriage is a bad thing. Ask Yasmin first, she has no boyfriend. Her future husband was also asked, tell her to be honest. If both have, the match cannot continue. If you don't have one, just squeeze.”

Fahad nodded in understanding. It is better to ask Yasmin's opinion first. Whether yes or no, everything remains in Yasmin's decision.

“Buktinya, Sahil and Sanju. They're fine, right? They were also married for a match, you know. And, that Shahid Kapoor and Mira Rajpoot are also married because of an arranged marriage. They're artists, Fahad, but they're not against matchmaking,” Nayla added.

“Iya, Honey, yes. I asked Yasmin's opinion first. And not all matchmaking is bad.” Fahad pinched both of Nayla's cheeks in a fit of anxiety. “Andi, do you want to be fooled?” Fahad asked.

“Bby. But, it must be from Kashmir as well.” Andi answered the origin. Never mind getting married, for now Andi still choose busy to treat his heart injury.

“Oke, later I will give you his photo and profile.” Fahad gave his thumbs up to Andi.

“It's done? Do you still want to argue about aatage marriage?” Nayla asked.

Fahad smiles. “No, it's done. Thank you, you have said that my thinking is wrong.” The soft caress he gave at the top of the wife's head.

Andi looked at her brother and sister-in-law who were talking about the arrange marriage and love marriage. It is true that Nayla said, not all arranged marriages end badly. It all depends on how the two people understand and respect each other. Then love will grow as time goes on.

“Mbak?” call Andi.

“Heemm?”

“I just heard that Fahad's family is an artist. Who was that? Shahid, yes?” ask Andi.

“Whose word is he Fahad's family? She's an artist.”

Andi gawked as soon as she heard the answer from Nayla. He had listened carefully, but it turned out that there was a problem with his understanding. “So, this is talking artist, Fahad, Yasmin, what am I, anyway?”

“Ne-know.” Nayla shrugged her shoulders while laughing.

The artist conversation is endless. Andi was astonished by his brother who knew all the names of old and new Indian artists. Not only North Indian artists, but Nayla also quite understand artists from south India. “About her husband Indian, all the names of artists so poultice,” chirped.

“Nayla this if you have spoken to the artist, where can he shut up. This one, that's it.” Just like Andi. Fahad was also astonished by the knowledge of his wife. In fact, he alone is an Indian citizen is not too familiar with the entertainment life in his country. “Former boyfriend Salman Khan only he knows,”.

“Mbak, really understand . Who is Salman Khan's ex?” ask Andi

“That, Katrina Kaif, who had played the same movie SRK whose title, Jab Tak Hai Jaan.”

“Tuh, kan.” Fahad pinched the tiny nose of Nayla sitting down with Arishfa. “Yang was asked who was Salman Khan's ex-girlfriend, but all the films and who was his co-star are also called. Indeed really, yes, Mrs Fahad Malik Khan's.”

Nayla hits Fahad. “Sickness, Fahad. My nose is really sharp this long if you pull it on.” Nayla complains, making Andi and Fahad compact to laugh at her.

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Everyone had entered the room, Shazia was also asleep. Meanwhile, Fahad, he had also closed his eyes. However, his hands were still going to and fro, disturbing Nayla who was about to sleep.

“Fahad ...,” protest Nayla.

“Don't sleep first, Honey. I still want—”

“It's night, tomorrow only, yes?” Nayla slightly distanced her body from Fahad.

“Kok, tomorrow?” Fahad opened his eyes. “Honey, Andi really want to be fooled? If yes, then I am the same ammi who find a future wife.”

“Nknow. Let it go, don't take her seriously. His heart is not healed. Kan, he just broke up.”

“Connect?” ask Fahad.

Nayla nodded, “hemmm.” He told all his sister's love story about the dowry requested by the Goddess' parents.

“How dare they ask for car dowry? Try if the one who asked for dowry of the car was my wife, I would immediately love,” said Fahad who immediately got a pinch on his stomach from Nayla.

“I didn't ask, yes!” Nayla.

Smile, “iya, I know you will not ask for such a thing.” Fahad showered his wife with kisses on every inch of her face. The meaning of itulun ends with a warm embrace of the two.

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Nayla is done with all her homework, Andi has also left for work. Nayla was sitting on the dining table chair while busy tinkering with her flat objects. He was texting the owner of a biryani restaurant where he used to order food for Fridays. He also sent a message to Anand so that he did not forget his routine activities on Friday.

“Iya?” Nayla answered without looking at her husband.

“Dating, yuk?”

Instantly Nayla raised her face to look at the husband who was smiling at her. “Means?”

“Iya.” Fahad tucked Nayla's hair behind her ear. “We haven't dated in a long time.”

“Feelings every day we date. Still less?” Nayla is busy with her phone.

“It was, right, the three were the same Zia. Just the two of you now. We send Shazia to Mbak Indah or Mbak Mita, so.”

“Where to date, Anand?” nayla said unconsciously.

“Kok, Anand?” Fahad knitted his two eyebrows.

Nayla apologizes for mispronouncing her husband's name. Not intentional, he was replying to Anand. The concentration is a little divided. Nayla agreed to her husband's invitation. He rushed after Shazia who was playing alone in the tv room.

Nayla wears a pair of jeans and a small floral tunic top and a brown pasmina. While Fahad, he wears a black casual t-shirt and long jeans.

“Darling, why don't you ever wear jeans again in Kashmir?” Fahad asked Nayla who was pairing Shazia's band.

“I used to wear jeans, in winter I also wear pants, right? Time to wear thin skirt.” Nayla's memory goes back to where Aunt Farida once had a little comment on the jeans she wore. The middle-aged woman said, It is inappropriate for a woman to wear such pants. Although Nayla always wore a long tunic to wear with her pants, she chose not to wear them again when she had Aunt Farida.

“But you look like a high school boy if you wear jeans again. Therefore it is often considered not to have a husband and children,” cetus Fahad who stood and leaned his body on the door of the room.

Nayla stood up, took Shazia by the hand and walked out of the room. “Kan, just counting. Not like you.”

“I why?” astonished Fahad, he tailed behind Nayla.

Nayla opened the car door, then sat Shazia in a special chair for toddlers. “That, medsos you. Full comments and likes from girls. Book also much.”

Fahad, who was sitting behind the wheel, looked at his wife still with a look of wonder. “Which one?”

Nayla followed by sitting in the front seat, putting on her seatbelt and explaining what she meant by social media. Where Fahad did not change his status to get married, in the bio Instagram also did not. Although it was just a piece of writing, Nayla still felt uncomfortable.

Fahad started the car, going at a moderate speed. “You angry?” the question remains to focus on the steering.

“Not angry. Just, limitin dikit dong about uploading photos in medsos. I never uploaded a photo. IG also I key, FB moreover, there are not all my photos. On is also rare,” said Nayla at length.

“Indeed why didn't you upload a photo? Kan, I'm not ngelarang.” Fahad asked. In fact, he will also prohibit his wife from uploading photos on social media. He did not like his woman to be a public consumption.

“Ya, make privacy only, Fahad. You want me to upload photos continue to be commented on by guys, continue on DM like you?” nayla's face is very visible if she is jealous.

“Where did you know I was DM?”

“Yes, from your phone. Lots of people who give their phone number and this name is it,” Nayla's face is getting sour

“Oh, did you check my phone? Don't trust me?” Fahad cornered Nayla.

“Not that, but...,”

“Ah, sydah. I'm sorry I was so excited to open your phone.” Nayla threw away her face, staring at the outskirts of the road.

During the trip they only talked about social media and photos. Until the car stopped in front of the house of Mas Reno and Mbak Mita. Nayla smiles happily knowing that Fahad took her to her brother's house.

 

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Hiya, Sweetheart....

I haven't had you guys in a long time, hehe. How are you doing? How are your hearts too? Have you decided to be happy or sad?

Uh, loh!

Btw, I have already given a chapter that contains information about the Indian state that starts from the nature of most Indian men, customs about arranged marriages, etc, and there is also information about castes that still prevail in India. Once again, this love story of Fahad and Nayla is just fictitious. Does not refer to the actual mixed marriage household between India and Indonesia.

But, in it I also love the points that really show the nature and personality of Indian men who are very respectful and very obedient to the words of a mother. However, all that does not reduce the love and mutual respect between husband and wife. And, there are also those who prefer his status as a child and forget his responsibilities as a husband.

Don't misinterpret this mixed marriage, yeah. Many happy mixed marriages. But not a few also, mixed marriages that end are not happy and it does exist in the real world.

 

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