Love From Facebook

Chapter 28 S2

“Andi, do not eat late, take care of health. If you feel lonely, just call. Ma'am must have picked up,” order Nayla before leaving for India.

Nayla and Andi have to separate. The closeness of the two sisters is very envious of everyone. Again, not infrequently, people think they are lovers because their age difference is not too far away. They look the same age. Either Nayla who looks young or even Andi who looks old.

“Fahad, you are not jealous of Andi?” ask Mas Arif.

Fahad smiled in a knot, staring at Andi and Nayla who were sitting side by side in the waiting seat of airport—which was not far from him. “Yes, it doesn't make sense that I'm jealous. I'm the same with my sisters as Nayla and Andi Gini. But, since Nayla, Yasmin and Yumna never whined for anything or anything with me, they would tell Nayla,” everything.

“I was wasted,” he added who got laughter from brother Nayla.

“Fahad jealousy is only the same as one man,” chirped Andi who heard the conversation Fahad and Mas Arif.

“Who?” Mas Arif was curious.

“Not to be discussed!” Nayla pinches Andi's arm. Her sister grimaced in pain as she touched her flushed arm.

“This is who, anyway?” Beautiful mom just came from the toilet.

“Not talking to anyone. No, no need to discuss! I want to return to India,” said Nayla who did not like the discussion about Ryan. Nayla respects Fahad by never going to talk about Ryan again.

It was time for them to embrace and say goodbye to each other. Still, Andi's the longest Nayla hugs. “Don't be sad again, forget everything. You will definitely get better.” Nayla advises.

Andi nodded “Mbak, don't get sick. If Fahad makes a cry again, say Andi,” he said full of emphasis.

“Be careful, Nay, let us know if you have arrived in india,” said Mbak Indah who embraced Nayla.

“Hai, Gup!” Andi mengbioshazia from Fahad's sling. “Om must be very kangen, nih, same you. Call me often, yes.” Andi kissed his nephew's cheeks.

Fahad Nayla, as well as Shazia waved at Mas Arif, Mbak Indah and Andi. There was no crying when Nayla had to go back to India. They parted with happy smiles seeing Nayla—adik and their sister happy with their marriage.

Although there was sadness in their hearts, it was not worth their happiness for Nayla.

Shazia smiled happily as soon as she got on the plane and sat in her VIP seat.

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WELCOME TO INDIA

Nayla breathes the air of India that she misses so much. This second country has also been embedded in his heart since becoming Madame Fahad Malik Khan. He walks out of the airport with Arishfa asleep in his arms. Meanwhile, Fahad, he carries two large suitcases and the princess stroller.

“We go to Kashmir later, yes? I'm still tired,” Fahad said shortly after he sat in the passenger seat. He and Nayla decided to use an online taxi service to drive them home.

“I can go there first with Zia. You can nyu—”

“No! It should be the same with me. Can't be alone!” Fahad Tukas. He never allowed Nayla to go to Kashmir alone, again. Nayla's first experience visiting Kashmir is still vivid in her memory. It was the impression and ill-treatment that his wife got.

Fahad won't let his wife go to Kashmir on her own. It never will.

Fahad got off the taxi, he opened the fence of his house so that the car could get into the yard. The house with the simple courtyard looked very clean. Yes, Fahad asked the help of Sahid's domestic assistant to clean his house once a week when the wife was in Indonesia.

Arriving at home, Nayla immediately bathed her daughter who had woken up when they were still halfway through the trip. “Yasmin not home yet? It's about time he got home from work,” asked Nayla.

Fahad ang stood in front of the bathroom door and saw the wall clock in the room. Yes, it's time for Yasmin to go home. “I call first.” Fahad reached into his pants pocket, took his cell phone and called Yasmin.

Shazia was done wearing a shirt, her hair was launched corn by Nayla. “Masya Allah, beautiful once son mama.” Anxious kiss landed on both of Shazia's cheeks.

Nayla turned her head to Fahad who was sitting on the sofa of their room. “Try Sahil's phone,” Nayla's advice.

Fahad also followed Nayla's advice, he immediately called his best friend and work partner. Nayla holds Shazia out of the room, walking towards the kitchen to make her husband tea and milk for his daughter.

“Sayang.” Fahad followed Nayla. “Kata Sahil, Yasmin has returned by taxi. Sahil still has a job so he can't drive Yasmin home.”.

”Quiet first, maybe Yasmin is still on the road.”

Nayla knows Fahad is worried about his sister. It's not usual for Yasmin to come home late like this. “You take a shower first, I eat food,” Nayla suggested. Fahad nodded, he went back to the room and Nayla immediately cooked with the ingredients available in the refrigerator.

Shazia plays on the carpet that Nayla titles not far from her place, she puts some dolls and storybooks that contain pictures of animals and princesses for the princess.

Food is on the dining table. Fahad's face still shows worry. Many² eyes glanced at the phone, hoping for news from Yasmin.

Nayla gets food for Fahad. “Eat first, Fahad, you haven't eaten anything. You can find Yasmin. Maybe he's at his friend's house.” Trying to calm down, even though his heart also felt very worried.

 ***

Fahad stood on the porch of the house, walking to and fro waiting for his sister who never came home. He still tried to call Yasmin's phone number, but still, the operator answered his call.

“Yasmin!” Fahad clenched his teeth, feeling annoyed, his patience was up.

“Fahad.” Nayla touches her husband's shoulder.

Fahad turned around, staring intently at his wife.

“Fahad,” both palms Nayla she put on the chest of the husband.

Nayla's soft voice came in, Fahad closed his eyes for a moment then looked at the wife gently. “Sorry, dear,” his hand tucked the wife's son's hair behind his ear. “Sorry, I can't wait. I didn't tell him that if we go home today, he's going to play.”

closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and looked at the wife's shady face. “Sorry,” Afsal slips Nayla's hair behind her ears.

Nayla smiled, “why apologize? You're not wrong, I know you're worried about Yasmin. Did you just find him? I'm fine in the same house Zia, the important thing is that you look for Yasmin first,” he said.

For a moment, Fahad was silent, weighing his wife's words. “Wait! How come you don't wear a hijab like this? Come log in!” fahad orders Nayla to enter the house and close the door.

“Sorry, I didn't realize.” Nayla explained.

“But, don't—”

Nayla slams into Fahad's arms. Apologizing, being aware of his mistake. “Iya,” said Nayla softly. “So find Yasmin, no?” tanyanya.

“Keep you same Zia how? It's night, I can't stay you alone at home.” Fahad's worries are growing.

Nayla assures him that she and Zia will be fine at home. Locking all the doors, windows, fences and waiting for her husband and sister-in-law to come home.

As time passed, Yasmin did not return home. Fahad decides to go and look for Yasmin at his friends' house. Luckily, Fahad knew some of his sister's friends. “You be careful at home, if there is anything call me, yes?” Fahad kissed his wife's forehead.

“Iya, you are also careful.”

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