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Chapter 33 S2

Fahad and Nayla were already in Kashmir, they helped prepare the engagement of Yasmin and Adnan. Since dinner at the Delhi house at that time, Yasmin and Adnan's relationship was getting closer. They know each other well. There has been interest from both, especially the interest that Adnan showed to Yasmin.

All the families have gathered, the engagement will be held tomorrow at one noon. Fahad and Nayla were in Kashmir three days ago. And during that time anyway, Nayla had to be made to stroke the chest every time she met Aunt Farida.

Yeah, looks like Aunt Farida still doesn't like it. Even though Shazia already exists, in fact, it cannot make him love his daughter. Many times Fahad wants to invite Aunt Farida to speak for her unkind attitude towards Nayla, but Nayla always forbids him on the grounds that no matter how Aunt Farida behaves, she is still their parent as well.

Nayla was convinced that Aunt Farida could one day accept her as a part of one of her hearts. Just like Ammi who had come back to love him.

“Fahad you want coffee what tea?” nayla asked the busy husband on his folding computer.

Fahad who sat on the sofa of his room turned his head, “Teh only, Honey, I want to continue the work first. Alina.” is waiting for you

Nayla confirms Fahad's orders, he exits the room down the stairs leading to the kitchen. Everyone was busy preparing for Yasmin's engagement. “Ammi, does Ammi want tea? I want to make Fahad tea too,” asked Nayla to Ammi who was sitting on the dining table chair.

“No, Son ... Ammi had drunk tea made by Hannah earlier,” he replied. Nayla went into the kitchen, pouring water into the pot along with milk and other spices. Nayla saw Aunt Farida approaching Ammi, and she sat down next to her.

“Aibi, what auntie wants tea?” ask Nayla.

“No!” he answered with a sharp eye.

Nayla, who was seen by Hannah, just smiled while raising her shoulders.

“It looks like Aunt Farida is coming months, so get angry,” chirped Hannah.

Nayla laughed at hearing that.

“Mama.” Shazia wept in Yumna's arms, her hands extended forward, asking her mother for a sling.

“Why, Jaanu?” Nayla. The princess tears.

“Tante Yumna, naughty! Aunt Yasmin, too!” zia shouted while pointing at Yumna who was laughing.

“She said I was naughty, right, sister?” yumna asked who was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla.

“Alright, I only understand that he calls me aunty and says naughty,” said Yumna.

“Tante, you so ugly!” shazi again. Yumna rounded her lips and eyes, she pinched the two cheeks of her nephew with anxiety

“Hannah, please pour the tea,” Nayla orders, Hannah does it immediately.

“Tante pretty, Jaanu, not ugly. Why do you know the word ugly, anyway?” Nayla was a little protesting.

“He asked for chocolate, Brother, me and Kak Yasmin forbade him and hid the chocolate. She was crying,” Yumna said.

“Yes, I know she must be crying because of the chocolate, she's always like that.” Nayla tidied up her daughter's hair that had stopped crying.

“Let me take her, Hannah, continue your work.” Nayla picked up the tray that had a cup of tea on it, she walked towards the room with Shazia who remained in her carriage.

“Had the child been taught his papal language as well, the child could not speak Hindi or Kashmiri!” sindir aunty Farida. Nayla stopped, one leg was on the stairs, she, Ammi and Yumna turned to Farida's aunt.

“I also taught him Hindi, Bi, Fajad also intends to teach him Kashmiri. But he was a kid, one day he could definitely speak his Papa country,” said Nayla softly.

“Smart once you fight against the words of parents!” exclaim Aunt Farida.

“I did not fight the old man's words, Bi,” Yumna took Shazia and took him to Yasmin's room on the second floor.

“I just explained to, Auntie, if Fahad and I also teach him Hindi, I don't want Bibi to misunderstand me and Fahad.”

“Say you want to master Zia yourself, you don't want to recognize the culture of this country as her!” aunt Farida's voice grew louder, blaring on the first floor of the house.

“Farida, what are you talking about? Be quiet, don't look for trouble.” Ammi tries to stop her brother's anger, knowing that he can say more harshly to Nayla.

“Auntie, I have no such intention. I know, Zia was born from different parents countries with different customs and cultures, but she was still a child, Bi, she couldn't understand anything.” Nayla has started to hook, her tone has gone up by half an octave.

“But, why don't you speak to him in Hindi only, why Indonesian? He called Yasmin and Yumna with the call of Aunty, not chachi ji!” shouted Aunt Farida.

Ammi lowered her head while massaging her forehead, her sister and daughter-in-law were never able to make peace. He is confused how.

“Aibi.” Nayla exhaled violently. “I also speak a little Hindi with Zia, but she is still to—”

“It is precisely because he is a child that you have to ask him to speak Hindi constantly. Your Hindi is good, so it will not be difficult to teach him Hindi,” said Bibi Farida.

“Auntie, understand, Zia is a child, one day she can definitely speak Hindi, we live in India, Bi, she can definitely speak Hindi later!” exciting Nayla. Let her be considered impolite, Nayla is already indifferent to the attitude of Aunt Farida who always blames her in everything and sees whatever she does is always wrong.

“Look, Brother.” Aunt Farida looked at Ammi. “Your daughter has no manners! He raised his voice on the old man!”

“Yes Allah, Bi, I didn't mean to like that, I—” Nayla's speech was cut back by Aunt Farida.

“So what do you mean, hah!” exclaim Aunt Farida.

Nayla massaged her forehead feeling dizzy from the increasingly heated situation. He did not intend to fight back on the words of Aunt Farida, just that Nayla n was not able to stand all the accusations, who always thought badly of her. Nayla herself did not expect why she could speak in such a high tone. It may be true people say, patience has its limits.

“Pardon Nayla, Bi,” Nayla took her tea tray, she passed leaving Ammi and Aunt Farida. Climbing the stairs with a giant step, open the door of the room with a disheveled face.

“This is the tea.” Nayla gives Fahad a cup of tea.

“What's up? Aunt again?" Fahad asked while receiving his cup of tea.

Nayla nodded weakly, and she hid what was common between her and Aunt Farida.

“He said what else?” fahad asked after sipping his tea.

“Not talking anything.” Nayla took a teacup from Fahad's hand and put it on the table.

“I was horrified, really, I was out of the room look at you guys from above,” said Fahad. Turn off the laptop, put it on the table and then clasped his wife's fingers.

“If you've been horrified, then what do you do?” Nayla looked at her husband.

“Just want to hear from your own mouth, the time I should know from others continues, if not, I must be horrified myself. You never want to talk to me.”

“Nothing needs to be said as well, Fahad,” Nayla's face looks sad, holding back her annoyance and disappointment.

“Sini.” Fahad hugged Nayla, drowning her face in his chest.

“I know you are not comfortable with aunty, you can if you want to return to Delhi, than here you are invited to fuss directly with aunt,” continued Fahad later.

“You evicted me?” Nayla took off Fahad's embrace, looking at her husband's face with her angry look.

“No, honey, how do you think that? My wife never thought strange gini, my wife always positive thinking. Sorry, if I offended you.”

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