Love From Facebook

Chapter 32 S2

“Fahad, can I go out today? I want to go to the supermarket,” asked Nayla as she brought her husband breakfast.

Fahad sipped his warm tea, “iya, I'll drop you off.”

Nayla occasionally feeds Shazia who has woken up in the middle of her cooking activities earlier. Nayla had taught the princess to eat by herself, but occasionally she still fed him. She also bathed her little daughter. Nayla is always good at everything. Everything she did herself, especially taking care of her daughter and her husband who depended heavily on her.

“But, do you work, I take a taxi, yes?”

“Sini, sit!” Fahad's orders. She feeds a loaf of bread to Nayla, “later lunchtime I go home, I take you to the supermarket. I work half a day, I want to help you, there will be a great guest who comes.” Fahad glanced at the newly arrived Yasmin and sat her body in a chair right in front of her.

“Excess!” gerutu Yasmin who had worn a trouser suit and blazer that was maroon red.

“Have said the same Adnan?” Fahad asked who answered a nod of the head by Yasmin.

“Iya, later tonight she's here.” Yasmin took a piece of paratha bread.

***

As promised this morning, Fahaf is now driving his car to take Nayla to the supermarket. “Honey, want to learn to drive?”

Nayla turned her head, “nyetir what?” tanyakanya.

“Nyetir car,” replied Fahad who remained focused on the wheel.

Nayla smiles, “can it be?”

Fahad turned his head for a moment, then refocused on the path he was going through. “Bby, but I'm still scared. Here people bring cars and motorcycles like this, honey, if you take them, you must lose to them. You certainly drive slowly, patiently, will not horn continuously as well.

Nayla hits Fahad's arm slowly, “you want permission what do I do, anyway!”

Fahad chuckled, “not a thing, honey, but it's true what I said? You will take the car slowly without wanting to turn on the horn if it is not very important.”

Not intending to ban his wife's wiggle room, Fahad just doesn't want anything bad to happen to Nayla. As much as possible he will always take care and take wherever his wife wants to go. The style of driving Indian citizens is indeed different from Indonesian citizens who can be more organized and patient ... Yes, like his wife, he has lived in India for two years, Nayla will remain chatty if Fahad turns on the horn continuously just because there are few cars or motorcycles that block the speed of his vehicle.

“Why did you tell me to learn to drive?” Nayla slightly shifted her body to tilt, facing her husband “You're tired of me going anywhere?” tanyakanya.

Fahad clucked, “don't, Darling. Ah, yes if you do not want to learn driving, I just do not want you to feel if I restrain you. All this time I will always deny you if you want to go to Kashmir itself, drive a car too. Moreover, the problem of you leaving the house, for example shopping like this or where it is, we must argue first and then I give your permission. I'm afraid you feel hurt and ...” Fahad stopped his speech, the tightness in his chest of Nayla's speech last night is still clearly remembered in his brain memory.

“Fahad,” call Nayla gently, but her husband is silent.

The car stopped, they reached the supermarket, took Shazia from Nayla's sling and sat her daughter's body in her stroller, they walked in.

“Fahad, sorry,” Nayla greeting makes Fahad stop his steps, Nayla also stopped.

“Why are you sorry?” ask Fahad. Nayla stared at her husband's two beads deeply, “Sorry, I made you think about last night,” softly.

Fahad smiled, he approached and kissed Nayla's old forehead, “Now so you're thinking. I know, a woman will leave if she is too hurt and not appreciated. I'm glad you talked to me about that. Try if not, I can just unknowingly hurt you and not appreciate you. If you say that it's a kind of advice and reminder for me,” Fahad said.

Nayla smiles.

“Already, let's go in. Hunting late, where could, nant.” Fahad asked, he was about to kiss Nayla again, but was immediately arrested by his wife. “We're again in a public place, Fahad, embarrassed at see people.”

“Well, I kissed you. Let romantic like a Bollywood actor, gitu.”

“They're artists, it's their work demands for a kiss in public. Well, you?” Nayla smiles and walks ahead of Fahad and his daughter.

“Yes Allah, my wife this.” Fahad.

After an hour of buying necessities at the supermarket, they immediately went home to cook dinner for their guest—Adnan, Yasmin's future husband.

Fahad helps Nayla by taking care of Shazia, occasionally approaching his wife and offering help. But subtly Nayla refused and still told her husband to take care of their daughter.

“Fahad,” call Nayla before her husband passes away from the kitchen.

Fahad turned around, “iya?”

“What if we order food? I'm afraid my cooking is not good, my cooking is not as good as Hannah's, Fahad.”

“Who said? Your cuisine is the most delicious, since you can cook Indian food, where have I been with Yasmin to buy food outside, right? We only buy food outside if you are sick or tired again, the rest we eat at home, eat your cooking.” Fahad gave an understanding.

“You said that because you are my husband, well Adnan? Can he eat my cooking?”

Fahad approached Nayla who was standing next to a stove table complete with an apron attached to his wife's tiny body.

“Yes, I'm your husband, and I'm not lying.” Fahad again landed a kiss on Nayla's cheek, encouraging his wife. “Let's relax, later if Adnan says your cooking is not good, I cancel his fiancee.”

“Ngaco, yes! Already there, take care of Zia.” Nayla smiled at the husband's joke.

***

Fahad opened the door for Adnan, he allowed his sister-in-law to enter. Before long, Nayla came out with two cups of tea for Fahad and Adnan.

“Adnan, meet me, this is my wife,” said Fahad., Adnan stood up and shook hands with Nayla.

“Adnan.”

“Nayla.”

The two threw smiles at each other, Adnan sat back down. “Mama, Aunty naughty!” Shazia runs over to Nayla, touching her mother's hand. The round eyes signaled that he wanted to be carried.

Nayla lifted Shazia up and sat on the double sofa next to the sofa that her Husband was sitting on and also Adnan, “Diapain again same Aunt?” ask Nayla.

“Tante, pinch cheek Zia. Like this, Ma.” Shazia mimicked Yasmin as she pinched her puffer cheek, she imitated it on her mama's cheek.

“Jaanu, this is your name pinch mama,” said Nayla.

“Adnan, are you confused?" Fahad asked who had seen Adnan before to look at Nayla and Shazia. Nayla's view turned to Adnan.

Adnan smiled shyly. The man in the white shirt was indeed confused about the conversation Nayla and her daughter. From the face, she knew enough that Nayla was not an Indian woman, only, she was confused as to why they were not just using English for everyday language on their daughter.

“Yes, I'm a little confused, why are you using three languages on ..?”

“Shazia,” says Nayla.

“We use Indonesian more often, but he also understands if anyone speaks English. Yasmin uses English on Arishfa,” Nayla replied.

Before long, Yasmin came out and sat down next to Nayla ... He looks beautiful with jeans and green kurti tops leaves and hair in the booth makes him look more charming.

“Ehhemm!” deheman Fahad disperse the daydreams of Adnan who has since continued to look at Yasmin. Making a man who is overgrown with fine fur around his chin is wrong.

“Do not look at each other, sin! Not yet valid,” chirped Fahad.

“Already, Fahad, they're shy.” Nayla.

“Iya, uh! Fahad really like that, time to look at each other just can't,” said Yasmin.

Nayla, Fahad and Adnan look at Yasmin together. “Why? I was wrong?” Yasmin looked at the three people in front of her in turn.

“Neg. Yesterday he said he was afraid to meet Adnan, but now ask for a look at each other, it is strange. Do you want your fiancee?” Fahad is back to flirting.

“Kakak!” exciting Yasmin.

“Already. Fahad you like Yasmin's godad. Look, well, Adnan his face is red so,” sober everyone looks towards Adnan who smiles shyly.

“That seduced who, whose face is red who.” Fahad laughed at his sister and future sister-in-law.

“Duh, really compact you guys,” timpal Nayla.

Yasmin and Adnan are getting all wrong. Nayla also ended the show mocked each other and invited everyone to dinner. As usual, Nayla will get food for her husband and daughter first. Nayla codes Yasmin with a nod of her head to have her sister-in-law take food for Adnan.

Yasmin followed the cue from her brother-in-law, and she took food for Adnan. “Syukriya,” said Adnan who replied with a smile by Yasmin.

Yasmin began to learn from Nayla, about how to serve a husband. Nayla became a role model for her two sisters-in-law, Fahad's second wife was able to treat the man's heart injuries in the past. Yasmin and Yumna can see life and love in Fahad's eyes whenever they see Nayla. Cold and shady feeling comes to envelop the heart of anyone who sees the intimacy of both.

Adnan who just met with Nayla could see his concern and affection for Yasmin— his wife. Given that Nayla is from a different country, but all that does not make Adnan think negatively about women from other countries. She had already seen how Nayla's nature and attitude were shown to her son, husband, as well as sister-in-law.

“Yasmin, can I ask you something?" Ask Adnan. They were sitting in the living room with Shazia. Fahad and Nayla are still in the kitchen.

“Ask what?”

“Do you want to be the mother of my children?” ask Adnan. Yasmin was surprised, she did not expect Adnan to ask such a thing. Yasmin did not think it would be this fast. Yes, although the actual date of their engagement was already set, but to express those feelings seemed too soon, for Yasmin.

“Yas, I'm serious,” said Adnan.

“A-i ...,”

“I know, you must have said you wanted to. Thank you, Yas,” Adnan said.

Yasmin rounded her lips and eyes perfectly, “I haven't answered, Adnan!” yasmin Protest.

“But I know, you must have said, yes.”

Yasmin rolled her eyeballs, but before long, they both laughed along with a gaze that was on one straight line.

“Tante, noisy!” babble Shazia while covering Yasmin's mouth with one palm.

“English, Arish, keep your hands off aunt.”

“Tante, don't laugh! Aunt, ugly!” shazia

Yasmin glared at her niece, she grabbed the fat body and hugged it, “You look, yes, this aunt is pretty, not ugly!” Shazia laughed amusedly as soon as Yasmin kissed her mercilessly.

“He is very adorable,” said Adnan while touching the cheeks of the puffed toddler.

“Haan, she's adorable but also annoying!” Yasmin.

“Om, handsome,” cetus Zia looking towards Adnan.

“Hei, flirtatious base!” Yasmin kissed her cheek again.

“Tante and Om what?” ask Adnan to Yasmin.

“Tante is auntie, and om is uncle,” replied Yumna.

“Oh.” Adnan rounded his lips as a beard.

In kitchen.

“You why don't I make it ahead, anyway? Would I not be able to look at them, if they did what? They're both grown-ups, honey," Fahad protested to Nayla, who was still busy washing dishes.

Nayla washes her hands and dries them with a washcloth available next to the plate.

He turned to look at Fahad who was standing leaning his body on the kitchen table. “If you're there, they can't chat freely. Let them get closer.” Nayla.

“But they're just the two, darling.”

“Well, that's Zia what do you consider?”

“Not that, but—”

“Fahad.” Nayla's approaching. “Sama as you said earlier, they are adults, they must know the limits, you have to trust Yasmin, besides this at home, they will not do anything,” said Nayla softly, she tidied up the collar of her husband's shirt.

Fahad commented on his simple smile, reaching his wife's waist to get closer to him.

“By kissing nak?”

“Tumben name, usually direct,”

“Oh, so want to go straight, huh? Okay.” Fahad brought his face closer, but as quickly as lightning Nayla took off Fahad's embrace and rewinded her body.

“We're again in the kitchen, don't fuck!”

***