Love From Facebook

Chapter 27 S2

“Fahad.” Nayla approached, sitting next to her husband who was busy with a folding computer.

“Iya?”

After returning from the supermarket, Nayla had been eager to tell Fahad about her meeting with Ryan. However, there was fear in his heart. Fearing that Fahad would be angry, fearing that her husband could not control her emotions and accusing her of all sorts. “I ...,”

Fahad put the laptop on the bed, fixed the sitting position so that he could look at his wife more freely. “There's something to talk about?” tanyanya.

Nayla nodded. For a moment, Nayla looked at Shazia who was sound asleep. Make sure his daughter does not hear the conversation his parents— so that his sleep is not disturbed. “I'm sorry, I met you in the supermarket earlier ...,”

“Whose name?” Fahad asked. There was doubt in Nayla's eyes. “Meet Ryan?” because the wife is still silent.

“I'm the same he didn't do anything, really. He's just sorry, he's gone.” Nayla said quickly.

Not an angry or intimidating look, Nayla actually got a smile and a hug from her husband. “Fahad, I—”

The sentence could not be continued Nayla because her lips had been tightly closed by her husband, with lips. Nayla can't wince. Seeing what the husband was doing, she felt relieved that Fahad was neither offended nor angry.

“Already.” Fahad tucked Nayla's hair behind her ear. “I see and hear everything. At first, I was annoyed, but my emotions subsided as soon as I remembered that Shazia was the same as me.” His sincere smile was to reduce the fear of his wife. Fahad pulls Nayla's body into his arms. “He has decided to love you, now he has also decided to bury that love. Don't be afraid, I must always be next to you.”

“Thank you, Fahad.” Nayla returned the husband's embrace.

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Sunday, laze day. The heart wants it that way. Sleeping all day, waking up just to check his phone for a while and then sleeping again. Reality is not as expected. Andi grumbled a little when Nayla told him to buy a banana. However, the lips that had been grumbling was replaced with a smile when he heard his brother would make banana fan, his favorite snack.

“Fans fan? Banana made into fan? Continue to make fan?” cerca Fahad's.

Nayla and Andi laughed at every question from the man holding her daughter.

“The blade is cut in the shape of a fan, Fahad. You also know.” Nayla gave a little explanation.

Andi returned from the vegetable stall with two perfectly cooked banana comb. Andi helped peel the banana, put it on a tray then washed his hands and went to the terrace—sitting with his sister-in-law and niece.

Arima fried bananas burst out as Nayla stuffed the flour-covered banana into a frying pan filled with hot oil. He heard the sound of the guitar and Andi singing.

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Can't Iupa~

Beautiful moments with you~

All stories~

Maybe now only memories~

'I have to go~

Leaving you in my sepiku~

Not want me~

'Tuk hurt your feelings~

I'm sorry~

I'm sorry~

Who can't wait for your heart~

Forget it~

Myself for ever~

'I have to go~

Leaving you in my sepiku~

Not want me~

'Tuk hurt your feelings~

I'm sorry~

Sleep my dear~

Mentari has been waiting~

Welcome the morning later~

Dream love~

With all rasa~

Now it's time to~

We have to split~

Sleep my dear~

Mentari has been waiting~

Welcome the morning later~

Dream love~

With all rasa~

Now it's time to~

We have to split~

Forgive me~

Who can't wait~

Forget about me~

For forever~

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“I guess the song, it turns out my story.” Nayla said while putting a plate of hot fan bananas on the table.

“No need to suck, Ma'am. The name is also a song, there must be the same story of someone's life.”

“Iya, and this song fits really the story of your life.”

Andi nodded resignedly, “iya, sih.”

Hiding all wounds behind a smile. That's all Andi can do. It hurts so much, let go of someone he loves. Match or not, just follow the plot that the creator has prepared.

“It's really like a fan, huh?” Fahad took a piece of fan banana and flipped it. Looking at the art found in its very interesting form. “You why never make me a fried banana like this?” ask after biting the banana.

“Enak?” Nayla asked.

Fahad shook his head, but his hand had already picked up another piece of fan banana. Laughter was heard from Nayla as well as her sister. Tomorrow, Andi asks his brother to make another fan banana. He feels bored if in the studio there is only a snack of peanuts and pilus.

So warm. Enjoy a fried banana, a cup of coffee, and a melodious voice from Andi that accompanies the family togetherness. Small talk also do not forget they embed. From Nayla, Andi learns how to house a house. Even though he was with his brother, but the existence of a husband is also very important for his brother. There is less. The role of the husband cannot be replaced even though there are 10 brothers. Nayla's smile looked very warm as soon as she saw Fahad. The man she was backing, the man who understood Nayla no matter how she was.

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In two days, Nayla, Shazia and Fahad must return to India. Tickets and all necessities during the trip they have prepared. Not to forget, before leaving, they made a pilgrimage to the graves of both parents and visited the homes of all Nayla brothers.

Nayla was in Indonesia for a month. This time, Nayla had to go through a little unpleasant. Yeah, about Ryan. Why did Nayla say a little? Because he was grateful, Ryan only expressed his feelings, not doing more. Now, everything has improved. The man tells him that he will forget the feeling that Nayla herself does not know as deeply as that.

Fahad is upset when Nayla apologizes for what Ryan has done. “You are not wrong, Ryan is not wrong either. Yeah, even though my heart still can't accept what Ryan's done, at least I know you're mine. I'm sure your heart is for me.” Fahad approached Nayla's body, kissing the top of her head gently. “It's late, don't discuss this anymore. We forget, he also said to forget, right?” her question was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla. “Eat him, don't keep apologizing. How many times do I have to say that there is nothing wrong in this.”

Mutual love, mutual respect, mutual understanding, trust, honesty, and mutual care of each other is the pillar of the household. Without it all, a marriage would be empty and lifeless.

Nayla and Fahad always try to implement it all in their household. Although there were still occasional misunderstandings, they had already decided to resolve them carefully.

 

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