Love From Facebook

Chapter 30 S2

“Yasmin, this is your life, you decide to be happy or not. I can only give you advice, the rest, it's up to you.”

“Sister-in-law, can I hug you?”

“Yes, please, make this beautiful sister-in-law what the hell you can't.”

Yasmin felt lonely when Nayla was in Indonesia. His house to go home was closed. Wanting to talk to ammi, Yasmin would not do that. It was as if a wall was preventing her from speaking from heart to heart to the woman who had given birth to her. Not that Yasmin does not respect or love ammi, but Yasmin only feels that ammi does not understand her feelings. All things will be discussed with his brother, Fahad, without listening to other opinions. Yes, all decisions are in the hands of Ammi and Fahad.

Yasmin was so grateful to be able to talk to her sister-in-law, the burden in her heart seemed to be gone. True said Nayla, that happy or not is ourselves who determine. All the happy decisions are in our hands.

“Kak, he sent a message,” Yasmin showed the contents of a message from Adnan.

“Oh,” Nayla rounded her lips. “Name, Adnan, uh sakep loh him,” Nayla said when looking at Adnan's profile photo.

Yasmin took a sour. “He's out, brother. I have to how?”

“As of you, Yasmin. If you want, there's time, so just get out. Maybe he just wants to eat.”

“But, Brother, I'm not ready.”

“Ya, already, just say another time. Don't be too forced, God willing he can understand.” Nayla gives advice.

Throughout the day, Nayla cleans the house and takes care of Shazia with Yasmin's help. Both help each other in everything.

“Zia, don't come out, it's hot outside!” yasmin shouted as her nephew ran out of the house. “Zia!” Yasmin managed to grab Shazia's body and carried her back into the house.

Shazia cried, he whined to get dropped off and play outside.

“Mama.” Shazia runs after Nayla in the kitchen as Yasmin drops her off. “Mama.” Silence, complaining to her mother.

“Why, Jaanu?” Nayla sat the princess down on the kitchen table, wiping away the tears that had soaked her cheeks.

“Tante, naughty!” Shazia pointed at Yasmin who was fetching drinking water in the refrigerator. “What, naughty? Bad Arish, not aunt,” protests Yasmin.

“Zia, want to call Om Andi?” ask Nayla. Shazia smiled as she heard Andi's name.

“Wah, the puffer has forgotten the same om, yes?” Andi asked as soon as she saw Shazia who was in the video call screen.

“Om, Aunt Yas, naughty!” complaining already.

“Yes Allah, Zia, is still less willing to mama? Still ngadu same omnya again,” cetus Nayla.

Yasmin asked about what Shazia said, Senna she heard her name mentioned by the little lips of her nephew. “He cuddled?” her question was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla. Yasmin clucked in annoyance, “awas you, yes, later I bite!” his hands ruffled Shazia's hair with anxiety.

Nayla and Fahad .emang often invite Shazia to communicate using Indonesian. But occasionally they still slip English and Hindi when speaking.

For Kashmiri, they do not teach it, they do not want to make Shazia grow and develop late if too many languages are taught. They believe, if it has entered the school period later, Arishfa will be able to speak various languages.

Andi smiled anxiously at Shazia's annoyed expression when teased by Yasmin, which ended in a cry.

“Hai, fat, silent, grim cry from earlier,” Andi said. As Shazia stopped crying, she wiped her tears and smiled at Andi.

“Hai, Andi, how are you?” greet Yasmin to Andi.

“Hai, fine, you how are you? He said he wanted a fiancee, so is it off?”

“Andi!” exciting Nayla.

***

Fahad came home as soon as his job was done. “Alina, I forgot to ask, did Yasmin last night at your house?” he just came out of his office. “Iya, sir, yesterday I told you to stay but Yasmin forced her home.”

“Oh, yes already.”

Arriving at home, Fahad found his wife who was in the room alone. His wife was arranging clothes that had just been ironed into the closet. “Home home?” ask Nayla.

“But.” Fahad replied.

“Fahad, don't—”

Nayla did not have time to continue her sentence, the husband had already landed a kiss on her cheek. Fahad's eyes skirted through the room, his daughter was absent. “Zia where?”

“Same Yasmin. You go take a shower first, I have a change of clothes and tea.” Fahad said to his wife.

***

Dinner arrived, this time Nayla ordered food from her restaurant. Nayla misses her favorite biryani.

“Yasmin.” Fahad opened his voice, Yasmin raised her head to look at her brother's face.

“Tadi Adnan asked permission to take you to dinner,” said Fahad.

Sontak Yasmin rounded her eyes perfectly, hoping for her ears to hear wrongly. “Why doesn't he talk to me?” hernia.

“Say you didn't pick up her phone.”

“Oh, yes. I didn't lift it.” Yasmin muttered.

Yasmin said she was a little afraid to meet Adnan alone.

“He's good, Yas, you just don't want to know him closer,” Fahad said.

“I want to, Brother, but not outside the house. I want it here,” Yasmin said.

Fahad said to invite Adnan to dinner at their house, tomorrow. That way, Yasmin will feel safe and comfortable.

“Call or send your own message to Adnan, he must reply your message. Especially if you call him, can smile himself he.” Fahad teases Yasmin.

Huh!

This matchmaking really makes Yasmin dizzy. Adnan Wasem is a handsome man. But, good looks are not enough for a wedding. Handsome and beautiful is relative, just how we treat the gift and grateful for the physical favors given by the creator. Handsome and beautiful, but without a sense of responsibility, just like an empty conch shell.

According to Nayla's advice, Yasmin was willing to get to know Adnan more closely. So later if after there is a word Qubool hai, they no longer feel awkward when they are husband and wife.

***

Hi, for those who do not know what jaanu means, I love the explanation, yes.

So, jaanu it means like, my love, my life. In India some people call their loved ones by the call of Jaanu. Just like this Fahad and Nayla who often call Shazia with the name jaanu.

But, as the times grow ... many of them who call his lover with beby call, but not infrequently there are still those who call jaanu.

Don't forget the likes and votes, syukriya 🙏😊