Love From Facebook

Chapter 34 S2

“I want to follow Zia”

Nayla moves on, she's out of the room. Fahad touched the base of his nose, confused as to how.

Nayla knocks on Yasmin's door. Both of her sisters-in-law knew that her brother-in-law was coming, so Yumna immediately opened the door. “Sister-in-law,” says Yumna. Nayla smiled, she entered and took Shazia without saying a word. For now, his heart was completely muddled.

Yasmin and Yumna could only look at each other after Nayla's departure.

“We sleep, Zia mama is tired,” said Nayla. Nayla goes down the stairs, intending to go to the kitchen to make milk for her daughter first. Seen, Aunt Farida was still sitting on the dining table chair. Nayla was silent, she walked into the kitchen. Before long, Aunt Farida passed away going to her room.

“Mistress, this is little Miss's milk,” Hannah said as she handed her a bottle of milk she had just made.

“Thank you, Hannah, I'll just make it,” Nayla received the bottle.

“I know, it's time little Miss took a nap. So I made it.” Hannah rubbed her lips against Shazia and was smiled back by Nayla's daughter.

“Nayla,” call Ammi.

Nayla turned her head, “Thank you, Hannah, for the milk,” she said before walking closer to Ammi.

“Iya, Ammi, does Ammi need anything?” tanyanya later

Ammi shook her head, “Sini, sit down,” Ammi's orders while patting the chair next to her. Nayla sat down and took Shazia. “I'm sorry Aunt Farida, son, every time you come here, Aunt Farida always takes a fuss,” said Ammi.

Nayla smiles. “Do not apologize, Mi, Nayla is wrong, Nayla is carried away by emotions, Nayla should not talk to you like aunty, especially in front of Ammi like that. Forgive Nayla, Ammi.”

“Ammi asks, never leave this house. This is Yasmin's engagement, Ammi asked you to also help.”

“It's Nayla's obligation, Ammi. Don't worry, Nayla won't go anywhere.” Nayla reassured. Although in fact, deep down, Nayla longed to go, to calm her heart.

“Ammi is afraid, you are back in Delhi because you can't stand Aunt Farida's attitude,”.

Nayla shook her head as she brushed off her smile. “No, Ammi, Nayla knows that Aunt Farida is good. It's just, there's no place in aunt's heart yet for Nayla.”

Ammi smiles in relief, she is very scared if Nayla leaves. She knew her son's happiness was with Nayla. It was enough he had ever made his son and son-in-law cry at that time— Fahad's second marriage plan.

Nayla excuse me to go back to the room because her daughter is already very sleepy. Ammi nodded, gently touching Nayla's hijab-wrapped head. Not to forget Ammi kissed her grandson too. Every time she saw her grandson, Ammi always remembered Aadil— Fahad's first son.

Nayla went into the room. Stepping towards her bed, she laid Shazia down and gave her milk. Nayla was lying next to him. Fahad, who had just come out of the bathroom, was lying right next to the princess.

Fahad and Nayla's gaze met, one hand gently stroking Nayla's head. “Darling, how not to open the hijab?”

“Sstt...,” shrewdly Nayla while gesturing with one hand so that Fahad does not speak anymore. Because his daughter had begun to fall asleep, slowly but surely the round and clear eyes were closed with lips that were still sucking the almost exhausted milk.

“Ok.” Fahad raised one thumb.

Nayla got out of bed slowly. She sat on her dressing table chair, opening the hijab that was still perfectly attached to her head. Fahad followed, leaning his body on the dressing table.

“Sayang?”

Nayla who was combing her hair saw her husband smiling at her. “Why are you smiling like that?” tanyakanya.

“Let's add cute,” replied Fahad. Nayla smiled as she shook her head.

Nayla stood up to return her hijab to the hanger. But Fahad prevented it by pulling one wrist. Nayla collapsed on her husband's body. Hugging her from behind, “Darling, sorry I, sorry auntie too,” she said.

“You are not wrong, aunt is not wrong,” replied Nayla who is still in the arms of her husband.

Fahad's one hand stroked the soft black hair that shoulder-length. “I know you are not comfortable.”

Nayla turned around, her hands cupping her husband's face. That shady look always managed to make Fahad's heart feel calm. “Already, do not need to discuss anymore. He is also our parent, and we as children should be able to understand those who are elderly. At the age of aunty, it is natural that his attitude is sometimes childish. Just like those who always understood when we were kids, now it's our turn to understand them.”

“You, yes. Surely it can if you tell me to make my heart melt.” Fahad pinched both of Nayla's cheeks while shaking her to the right and to the left.

“Sini, I want to give you a gift.” Fahad grabbed the nape of his wife's neck, giving her a brief kiss on her ripe lips.

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“Mistress, Mr. Adnan's entourage has arrived.” Hannah told. Instantly the three women in front of the dresser turned to the door. “The big lady told Mrs Nayla to come down, welcome them,”.

“Iya, Hannah, I'll be down soon,” said Nayla.

One step, Yasmin held Nayla. “Sister-in-law, I'm very nervous, have I looked well?” ask Yasmin. Nayla and Yumna frowned. “I mean, have I seen—”

“You're beautiful, Yasmin. Just ask Yumna. Right, Yumna?” Nayla looked at Yumna, asking for her youngest sister-in-law's approval.

Yumna nodded, “Iya, Sister. Right said Sister-in-law. Brother Yasmin is beautiful, but not beyond my beauty.” Yumna wags her hair like a shampoo commercial.

“Basic!” cetus Yasmin's.

“Yumna, accompany Yasmin first. Later brother will call you.”

Yumna nodded at Nayla's orders. Nayla immediately exited Yasmin's room, descending to greet the Adnan family.

“Hai, my wife!” greet Fahad. One hand he stretched out once Nayla was on the third step of the stairs below.

Nayla smiled, she welcomed the hand of the husband who also smiled at her. “Where is Zia?” asked Nayla who was standing next to her husband while circulating her gaze looking for the whereabouts of her little daughter.

“She is safe with Hannah,” replied Fahad.

Fahad grabs Nayla's waist, leading her to the main door to greet Adnan and his family. “Fahad, why am I nervous?” lirih Nayla's.

Fahad turned, “why? You want another fiancee?"

Nayla clucked in annoyance. “Fahad, I'm serious. I'm nervous, all ammi's friends are coming, your friends are also.”

Fahad paused for a moment, looking at the face of the wife that clearly implied a fear in his eyes. Yes, Fahad knows, Nayla still feels that she does not deserve to be next to him as Mrs Fahad Malik Khan. Therefore, Nayla never wanted to come if there was a party invitation from her business partner. Many do not know how the figure of this wife, which they know his wife is an Indonesian woman.

Touching one side of Nayla's face gently. “Darling, don't be afraid. I must be next to you. I want you to push away your mind that still feels unworthy standing next to me. You are my wife, we are one. What are you afraid of, actually? You are beautiful, smart, you also care about others, you are the daughter-in-law of the pride of Ammi,” said Fahad at length.

Nayla looked at the husband's two beads deeply, she could see the love from the eyes of the man with the sharp nose for her.

“Fahad, but I—”

Fahad cut off Nayla's words, “Already, I don't want to hear you're inferior or anything else. You're my wife, you should be next to me.”

I don't know. Nayla still feels small among Fahad's extended family, especially in her husband's business world. He felt unworthy to be present in their midst. However Fahad tries to calm down and give courage to his heart, Nayla will still feel inappropriate and inappropriate. All of Fahad's employees in the office respected him a lot, but that didn't make Nayla dare to appear as Fahad Malik Khan's wife. She will stay behind her husband.

“What smile do you want me to kiss here?” Fahad warned as he brushed off a smile full of intent. Within seconds, Nayla smiled at her husband. “Well, it would be more beautiful if that smile,” he said later.

“You want to date here?” chirps Sahil who came with his wife—Sanju.

Fahad and Nayla turned their heads while smiling at the couple in front of her.

“Hai, Sanju. You are getting beautiful, it looks like your son is also a girl,” Nayla said as she touched Sanju's distended stomach.

Sanju nodded, “Iya, many guessed that our daughter was a girl.”

“Fahad, we are still the most handsome man at home, ” Sahil said standing next to Fahad with both hands he put in his pants pocket.

Looking at the two most beautiful women in their hearts. “Yes, you are right. But, soon there is Farhan who is more handsome than me,” Fahad said as he looked at his wife.

“Hah? Armaans? You guys have even prepared his name from now on,” Sanju cetus.

“Don't listen to him, Sanju, we better go ahead welcome family Adnan.” Nayla holds Sanju's hand, leaving her smiling husband full of love for them.

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