Love From Facebook

Chapter 25 S2

After Mas Reno and Mita's house, Nayla prepares dinner. He arranged the food purchased after Mas Reno's house earlier. Nayla calls her sister, husband and daughter to dinner together.

“Sini, Jaanu, bench mama.” Nayla feeds Shazia, her appetite gone once she gets a notification from one of her social media accounts.

“You didn't eat, honey?” Fahad asked.

“I've eaten,” replied Nayla in a flat tone without seeing the face of the husband.

The two men in front of him looked with astonished looks. The warm attitude he usually showed now changed. Andi and Fahad look at each other, Andi asks for an answer from the look in his eyes While Fahad, he raises both his shoulders indicating that he does not know what happened to his wife.

During dinner, no one spoke. Only the sound of the clanking of spoons and plates touching each other and the chattering of Shazia. After cleaning the dining table and washing dishes, Nayla chose to go into the room. Shazia plays in the tv room with om and his dad who is busy staring at their own folding computer screen.

“Mbak Nayla why? Stumped again?” ask the curious Andi.

Fahad shook his head, “no, we don't fight. I also don't understand why he's just in.”

Nayla in the middle room was busy with her flat object, she saw her husband's social media account. Very many who like and leave a comment on one of the photos Fahad. Nayla did not know who was commenting, she only knew one name listed there. Sahils. Sahil commented, he wrote super bruh.

The rest, the women commented. There were about twenty comments. And it might just add up again.

“Mama.” Shazia followed, the beautiful toddler approached his mother with one hand rubbing his eyes.

“Mommy's son is sleepy, yes?” Nayla lifts the body of the princess and takes her out of the room to the kitchen to make milk.

“Sayang?” Fahad.

Nayla replied without looking at Fahad. He happens with his leisure.

“This is why, anyway! Women like to make it unclear. Later didiamin turn said it was insensitive, asked he said tell me to think for yourself. Yes Allah ... very special creature of YOUR creation.” Fahad murmuring. And the murmur sounded like a complaint.

Andi laughed at the muttering of his sister-in-law.

“Nevent need to cheat, later you will also do things like this.” Fahad.

“Dihh! Don't you. I'm a nice guy and sensitive to girls. Don't even have to be coded already know what they want.”

“If you know why you broke up, huh?” Sindir Fahad's.

“Yah, revealed again. Kan, different story, Fahad,” lethargic Andi.

Now it is Fahad's turn to laugh at Andi who is still in a state of heartbreak. “Gun dine madam,” he said.

“Master! Where is the weapon of the lady's meal!” exclaim Andi.

“If you want to joke, just outside. Zia wants to sleep.” Nayla walked into the room while speaking in a slender tone.

“Warning!” chirps Andi.

“Iya.” Fahad said softly.

At ten o'clock in the night, Fahad catches up with Nayla and Shazia in the room. While Andi, she had already fallen asleep on the sofa of the tv room. Fahad couldn't bear to wake her.

Fahad finds Nayla blanketing Shazia, correcting the position of the little bolster next to the princess to make her feel comfortable. Nayla and Fahad decide to teach Shazia to sleep on her own. Some time ago Fahad bought a single toddler mattress and put it next to the main bed. In New Delhi, Fahad and Nayla have prepared a room for Shazia. The room has not been filled, after returning from Indonesia they will shop for Shazia room needs.

“Honey, I want to talk.” Fahad said softly. He grabs Nayla's wrist and leads her to Dudu on the edge of the bed. “See me, Darling.”

“What?” ketus Nayla's.

“You angry? What's wrong with me?” Fahad asked.

Nayla took her phone at the nightstand and showed her husband a picture. “Nih, look!”

Not only did Nayla bring the flat object closer to Fahad's face, she even placed it in one of her husband's eyes. “Inadvertently!” Nayla pulls back her phone.

Tuh, kan .. ngambek aja make gemes gini.

“Fotoku?”

“Not, neighbor's photo.” Nayla is still in angry mode.

“Iya, I know it's my photo. Is something wrong? Nothing, right?”

Ck! Nayla clucked in annoyance. He again shifted his flat object screen and showed a row of comments from who they were. Maybe the girls, the young mama, the people's lovers, or whatever they are.

“You're jealous?” Fahad raised both eyebrows.

“Not the problem of jealousy, Fahad!” Nayla put her flat object back on the nightstand.

“Terus?”

“You why upload a bare-chested photo like that! Do you like to be seen by other women and commented on love like that? Keep a lot of your DM. You like that?” come out already complaining that Nayla has been quiet since this afternoon.

Fahad covered his lips, eager to laugh at his jealous wife. “It was just a sense of satisfaction I just showed the results of the gym. Means I managed to make my body sixpack like the artists.”

Nayla breathed a tired sigh. “You think you're Vijay Deverakonda? you're Varun Dawan? Aryan Kartik? Shahid Kapoor?”

The artist started to go all out. Fahad.

“You're not them, Fahad!” nayla. Her hands clenched right in front of her husband's face.

Fahad couldn't help but laugh, he grabbed Nayla's body into his arms. “Gold is so with my wife. Sorry, honey, I accidentally posted that photo. Let you be jealous.”

Nayla, who had been revolting about Fahad's embrace, was now silent looking at her husband's face.

“Yes, I intentionally. Here, look.” Fahad took his phone, opened his social media and set the privacy of his posts to private. “From morning you discuss social media continue, so all of you I make you jealous.” Fahad parsed his embrace, staring at the face of the wife who was still involved annoyed. “I'm sorry, I don't like it and won't upload photos topless anymore, Darling.”

“Masa? Sure, you don't like photos like that?” Nayla.

“I like, anyway. But my wife doesn't like it. So, I'm not uploading naked-chested photos anymore. I prefer you to see, not the woman on social media who likes vague comments.”

“But they've seen, maybe they've also screenshot your photos kept in the gallery, right they can see every day.” Nayla's shoulders slumped weakly, she was unwilling if any other woman saw her husband even though it was just a photo.

“They only have photos. If you already have me, right?”

Nayla still scowls annoyed, she really does not like if Fahad shows her body muscles to others. Women are creatures who cannot hide their jealousy. He would be very jealous of his man even if that person was just a friend.

Fahad understood and knew his wife very well. He knew that his wife was very fond of men who like to take pictures bare-chested and upload them to social media. Just like his wife, Fahad also would not be willing if there is a man who saw his wife even though it was just a photo. Fahad was grateful, Nayla could understand it first and deleted all her photos on social media. That way, he feels very helped by his responsibilities as a husband in the afterlife.

A woman can pull four men into hell. Who are they?

They are; his father, husband, older brother, his guardian, and his son.

Therefore, Nayla also continued and continued to try to improve so that the four men did not go into hell because of their sins. There is no stopping to learn and improve. Wherever, whenever and however, we can learn from what we see, read, hear and experience. Whatever we go through, there is always learning in it.

“Don't be angry again, I deleted the photo. Now go to sleep or what?” Fahad smiled intentently.

Nayla puts her shoulder out. A kiss landed on her cheek. “I know you must be tired. Just sleep, but double tomorrow, huh?” one pinch of Fahad gets right in his stomach.

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