Love From Facebook

Chapter 31 S2

After dinner, Fahad, Nayla, Yasmin, and Shazia gather in the living room. They chatted, chatted casually, and asked each other what they were doing today. Fahad also returned to discuss the engagement of Yasmin and Adnan.

“Yasmin,” call Fahad

Yasmin, who was sitting on a single sofa and was busy playing with her phone, turned to her brother. “What?”

“Sorry, Brother, yesterday was angry with you. Brother is worried, Yas, you are not used to coming home at that hour,” he said sincerely. Nayla watched the two sisters take turns.

“No what, it's normal,” cuek Yasmin.

“Means?” Fahad frowned.

“Yes, it is common, Just like the sister-in-law you are used to angry without wanting to hear the explanation first. We are not surprised.”

Fahad turned to Nayla who was sitting next to him who was tidying up Shazia's slightly messy hair.

Nayla who felt noticed Fahad was now turning her head, making their view in a straight line. “Why?” ask Nayla.

Fahad only shook his head weakly with a face expression that was hard to decipher.

“So, you're not sorry brother?” Fahad asked Yasmin again.

“Sebenrnya do not want, anyway, but said brother-in-law .. we must be able to make peace with the heart by forgiving each other. So yes already, I'm sorryin.”

“You want to hug no?”

Yasmin seemed to be thinking about her brother's question.

“Take another thought, really intentionally!” Fahad then hugged Yasmin tightly.

Yasmin smiled, she also returned Fahad's embrace. “I miss, but go home and get angry with me, right before!” gnarly

“Iya, sorry.” Fahad said and kissed the top of his sister's head.

“Papa,” whining Shazia, he approached, his tiny hands trying to separate his papa and tantenya who hugged each other. “Papa, hug Zia,” said.

Fahad took off his arms at Yasmin, grabbed the puti's body and sat him in her lap. “Zia, want to cuddle papa?” tanyakanya. The puffed cheek nodded with an adorable clear eye highlight. Fahad smiled, then hugged the princess's bully body and also kissed her cheek.

“Still little already jealous of him,” chirps Yasmin accompanied by laughter Nayla and Fahad.

The night was getting late, Yasmin had already walked into her room. Fahad and his wife and children. Nayla was sleeping with Shazia, patting the little girl on the back. Until the round eyes were slowly closed because of the comfortable touch of the mother.

Fahad came out of the bathroom after changing his shirt with a thin white shirt to show the curves of his slightly muscular body. He lay down beside his wife. Peering from behind his wife's body, whether the daughter was asleep. Yes, Shazia was already drifting in her sleep.

“Darling, are you talking about Yasmin?” whiskey Fahad.

Nayla turned her head, “by the way what does that mean?”

“That,” Fahad clasped Nayla's body into his arms.“You persuade him how, he can reach nurut and want to know Adnan closer.”

Nayla grins her face at Fahad's chest, the tighter the embrace of the two. “I did not say anything, he did want to know Adnan closer,’ he replied.

“But, Adnan was really a good boy, right? He can definitely love and take care of Yasmin, right?” Nayla made sure she did not want her sister-in-law to feel that an arranged marriage was also a mistake. The destruction of Fahad's first marriage still vividly remembered in the memory of Yasmin and Yumna, they seemed to be traumatized by what befell the household Fahad and Mahira.

“I'm sure, Adnan can love Yasmin. He used to ask Yasmin to me, because Yasmin never bales chat her,” said Fahad.

Nayla was silent for a moment, she hoped that what her husband said was true. Adnan is the right man for Yasmin, the man who can guide Yasmin, who is able to be the head of a responsible family and can certainly respect and love Yasmin.

“Darling, can I have it?”

“What?” Nayla raised her face so that her gaze could reach Fahad.

“Are you not happy to marry me?”

The question made Nayla link her eyebrows together, she looked in wonder at her husband. “You why is it?” tanyanya.

“Yes, because I like emotions first, as Yasmin said earlier, if I like to be angry before hearing the explanation first. Are you tormented by my nature?”

Nayla cupped both sides of Fahad's face, kissing her lips briefly. “If I'm not happy, I've been gone a long time. Already, don't think too much about Yasmin's words. I'm happy, really, with you,” said Nayla softly.

Nayla sighed. “Fahad, the name of the trait will not be changed. That was his portion from God. If you want to be more patient and think with a cool head, you can definitely control your emotions,” he said. Yes, Nayla also feels a little tormented by Fahad's angry emotions without knowing what really happened. A little, just a little.

However Nayla tried to change Fahad's nature, it was like fighting with herself. Because, most men, if reminded of his ugly nature, he will definitely be angry and feel unappreciated. It has become the nature of a man. People with greater emotions than women.

“I'm happy with you,” continued Nayla.

“Sorry, darling, I always hurt you, always make you cry.”

“No, you don't hurt me. But—”

“But what?” Fahad Tukas. His chest was already feeling claustrophobic, as if his wife was going to say bad things about their love.

“Today I have not felt hurt by you. But, if you really hurt me and Shazia was born inner, I'll take her away from you.” Nayla Strictly.

Instantly Fahad's body relaxes, a shadow of life without a child and his wife has crossed his head. The devastation was obvious, where he might be able to live without his children and wife.

“Honey, don't say that, I can be without you.” Fahad said with his slab.

“I'm serious, Fahad, if you hurt me and don't reformatin me, I'll go.”

“Sayang ..”

“Still to be discussed what is sleep?” asked Nayla with a firm tone.

“Sleep.” Fahad hugged Nayla, and vice versa.

Nayla is already drifting in her dream island. While Fahad, he stared at the ceiling of his room. Nayla's words that were about to leave him made her really feel frightened. How could he live without his wife and children?

Yes, all this time Nayla never said that she was hurt by all her easy-emotion nature and attitude ... However, back to Nayla's words that would have left her if she had hurt him.

What kind of pain does Nayla mean?

Don'tgo. I promise I won't hurt Zia, I promise.

Fahad kissed Nayla on the forehead, his eyes hard to shut. Nayla's words were still ringing clearly in the ears until somehow at what time, she finally closed by herself.

***

Nayla woke up in the morning, soon she fulfilled her duty as a Muslim. Nayla had tried to wake her husband for congregational prayers, but Fahad never woke up even though Nayla had awakened him many times.

Nayla folded her face and prayer mats and put them where she used to keep them. Nayla sat on the edge of the bed, reawakening her husband.

“Fahad, wake up, pray first. It was about to run out at dawn, Nayla's soft”, she touched one side of her husband's face, gave him a gentle touch.

“Fahad.”

Fahad opened his eyes slowly, adjusting the light bias that entered his eyes.

“Wake up, pray first,” says Nayla. Fahad sat down, then sipped water from the glass that Nayla gave him. “Tumben so hard to build?” Nayla put the glass back on the nightstand.

“I couldn't sleep last night,” hoarse voice Fahad sounded.

“Why?”

“I thought of your words, I'm afraid.”

Nayla smiled, she gently stroked Fahad's arm. “If you think, I ask, you keep the trust that I love and keep your love for me, I love you,” said Nayla.

“I promise, I will take care of the trust you have given me, I can also keep my love for you. I promise, Darling.” Fahad.

“Iya, already there pray first,” command Nayla. Fahad got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

Nayla raises Shazia's blanket, kisses her forehead and leaves the room. Nayla had to prepare breakfast for her husband and sister-in-law.

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