Love From Facebook

Chapter 36 S2

“Do not repeat again. Now, let's go back down. Not good with the Adnan family,” invited Nayla and Yumna to nod.

Before descending, Nayla approaches Shazia who is in the playroom with Hannah. He went down with Shazia who was in his arms. Yumna followed Nayla from behind.

Nayla approached her husband, who was with Yasmin Fahad, to take over his daughter from her arms. The little girl with clear eyeballs brushed a smile at her papa.

“Adnan, I'm sorry. Because of me, your show is a little interrupted. Not a little, maybe a lot. I'm sorry for that,” said Nayla sincerely.

Yumna feels guilty seeing Nayla apologizing to Adnan's family. “Sister-in-law,” Grey Yumna. Nayla clasped Yumna's fingers, smiling at her youngest sister-in-law.

“No, Sister-in-law. There's no need to make us feel sorry like this. Sister-in-law is innocent, Yumna is the same. There's nothing wrong. Just a misunderstanding. Brother Fahad has also straightened everything. There is nothing to worry about,” said Adnan.

Nayla looked at Fahad, her husband smiling at her. “Already, do not think about it anymore,” said Fahad while gently touching the cheek of the wife.

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The engagement is over. All the guests and Adnan's family have returned. Sahil and Sanju must return to Delhi. After putting Shazia to bed, Nayla helps Hannah in the kitchen.

“Sayang.” Fahad approached Nayla. His wife, who was washing the dishes, looked over.

“Iya?”

“Can you ask for a minute?” Fahad asked.

Nayla stays focused on her dishwasher. “What?”

Fahad approaching, “Do I have to say it in front of Hannah?”

Hannah who arranged the plates and glasses turned her head, smiling at a couple who were always friendly wherever they were. “Mistress, let me continue it.”

“Thank you, Hannah. You always understand us,” said Fahad. He took Nayla's hand to go upstairs to their room.

“What's up?” nayla asked after closing the door.

“Sini.” Fahad patted the sofa for Nayla to sit next to him.

“What would you like to ask for?” Nayla asked again.

“I want to apologize,” said Fahad. Nayla's eyebrows fused together, looking at her husband in wonder. “Sorry. Auntie has made you ashamed in front of everyone. I should have been able to take care of you.”

“Why are you, anyway? No one needs to apologize. I'm okay, really. Aunty is also not wrong,” said Nayla. More precisely, a lie. Yes, Nayla lied. There is still disappointment of course.

“Celcome to, right?” ask Fahad. Nayla did not answer, she hugged her husband first. “I'm afraid," said Fahad while holding the tiny body of the wife.

“Fear what?” Nayla slightly raised her face, looking at the husband who was also looking at her.

“I'm afraid, one day your patience runs out. And you—”

“What the hell are you?” nayla Tuas. “Everybody has a limit of patience. I am the same. So I ask, please help me stay patient by always being beside me. So papa is best for Zia, so best husband for me. So the child who is always devoted to the same ammi and become the most great brother for Yasmin and Yumna.”

“Fahad.” Nayla stretches her arms. “I really want to visit Aadil's grave, but ...,” Nayla's face is sad. Since long ago he wanted to make a pilgrimage to the tomb of Fahad's first son. However, the tradition and differences of the mahzab make him have to be able to respect that difference. In India, women are forbidden to enter funerals. The limit of women only reached in front of the fence of the cemetery area. They were not allowed to pray for the dead in the tomb itself. Unlike in Indonesia, women can make pilgrimages to the graves of relatives.

However much Nayla wanted him, she still could not heed his good intentions. She will continue to respect the differences and traditions of her husband's country.

Fahad smiled, he knew Nayla was trying to switch the conversation. Gently touch one side of the wife's face. “I know, Honey. But you know for yourself, right? Here women can not enter the tomb.”

Nayla nodded. “You can doain Aadil wherever you are. I'm sure, Aadil must know you love him too. And he ...,” Fahad took one hand of Nayla, put it on the chest. “He is also in my heart and the heart of us all. If only he still existed.” Afsal's throat seemed to be stuck, he wanted to say if Aadil was still there, he would be happy to have a mother as good and as patient as Nayla, and a sister who is very smart and adorable like Shazia.

Nayla slams into Fahad's arms. “He's alive, Fahad. Aadil lives in the hearts of all of us. He still exists with us. Sorry, you're so sad.”

Afsal kissed the top of Nayla's head, “No, Honey,”.

“In two days we return to Delhi,” continued Fahad.

“Koo, fast?” said Nayla who was still in the arms of her husband.

“I have to get back to work, my wife. During those two days I also had to go to the saffron garden and the production house.” Fahad.

“Hemm.” Nayla understands. There are a lot of things that her husband has to take care of. Nayla will always support her husband in all good things. If Fahad missteps, Nayla never gets tired of reminding him.

All prohibitions given Fahad Nayla consider a form of love her husband to her. Nayla is convinced, Fahad will not be selfish with selfishness behind the word love. Fahad forbade and scolded him simply because he did not want anything bad to happen to his wife. Nayla understood it enough.

“Darling I can also be a good papa to Farhan,” Fahad said as he brushed off a smile full of intent on Nayla.

“You want to have another child?”

Fahad nodded, “I don't make it, dear. If you're not ready to have another child, I'm fine. Farhan we can process continue.”

Nayla pinched her husband's stomach. “By what the hell are you. Just-there's.”

Fahad really wants the presence of another child in their midst. Farhan— is the name he has prepared for his third child later. Fahad doesn't want to be selfish by forcing Nayla to get pregnant again. The memory of Nayla who had been in a coma after giving birth to Shazia used to still scare her. Fear of losing the woman he loved so much.

It was as if his world was dark, to inhale any breath Fahad found it difficult. The woman he loved, who struggled to give him a daughter, had to lie in a coma in a hospital bed two years ago. That fear was still lingering in the corner of his heart until now.

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During his time in Kashmir, Nayla always carried out her duties and obligations as a daughter-in-law in the house. Fahad's busyness to go to the saffron garden and production site makes it very rare to be able to play with his daughter. Once home from the garden, Fahad had to return to work with his folding computer. Read all the company reports and the results of the cooperation that is creamed by Alina—secertarisnya.

Aunt Farida has been brought home by her son—Naseer. Naseer had seen enough of his mother to scold Nayla at every turn. Naseer also apologizes to Nayla for her mother's unflattering attitude.

Of course Nayla will be as usual. Saying soft words that no one needs to apologize. Aunt Farida is still her parents. Whether we feel disappointed in our parents, they are still our parents. We have no right to be angry or to go against the words of parents. We are children, and we must also be aware that forever children will never be able to repay what parents have given us. If you can not give happiness, at least never say rude to parents. Not the treasure, speech and soft words alone is enough to make our parents happy. Don't make them cry if we can't make them smile.

“Sister-in-law!” yumna shouted that she had just returned home. Nayla who was in the ammi room with Shazia came out and approached Yumna.

“What's up, Yumna?” panicked Nayla who saw Yumna came with a wail of tears on her face. Ammi, who was holding her granddaughter, panicked.

“Kak Fahad, dia,” Yumna as much as you like.

“What's up? What happened to Fahad?” Nayla asked for an explanation.

“He slapped me.”

“But why?” ask Ammi.

“Tante, cry!” babble Zia. Nayla calls Hannah, asking her to take her daughter upstairs.

“Sit down first.” Nayla leads Yumna to sit on the living room sofa. He brought a glass of water for his sister-in-law.

“Hannah, what's up?” yasmin asked who saw Hannah taking Shazia in a hurry to get into the playroom. “Nona Yumna is crying,” replied Hannah.

“Why is she crying?” ask Yasmin again.

“So I heard, it looks like Mr. Fahad slapped him.”

“Hah?” surprised by Yasmin, she immediately ran down the stairs to Yumna.

Nayla sat beside Yumna, as well as the ammi who sat flanking her youngest daughter. Nayla helps Yumna to drink the water she just brought.

“Now tell me, why could Fahad slap you?” ask Nayla softly.

Yumna wiped away her tears, staring at ammi and her sister-in-law in turn. “Tadi brother—”

“Because he dared to go one car with a man!” fahad's voice filled the living room. The man entered with his angry look at Yumna.

Ammi was surprised, she looked at Yumna's face with her angry look. “How can you go one car with a man, Yumna?”

The straight-haired beauty shifted her body increasingly closer to Nayla. Yasmin drew closer to Ammi, she was standing next to the middle-aged woman.

Afsal angrily pointed at Yumna. “I went to college to pick her up. I tried calling her many times, but her phone was still dead. I went in and looked for him. But what do I get? He skipped college!” shout Fahad.

Ammi was more surprised, the youngest daughter dared to lie. Fahad was about to continue his anger, but with an eye gesture, Nayla asked her husband to stop talking because Anmi would definitely be more surprised. It is not good for the health of the aged ammi.

Fahad understood, he told Yasmin to bring Ammi into the room. “Yasmin, bring in ammi to room.”

Yasmin nodded.

“Fahad, but Yumna—”

“Ammi,” one-handed Fahad is on Ammi's shoulders. “Don't worry, Yumna just felt bored in class today. It's only natural that he skipped class for today? I used to be like that too.”

“But he went with a man, Fahad.” Ammi was very worried.

“Later Fahad explain, now better, Ammi, go to the room first.”

Ammi nodded, she returned to the room with Yasmin.

After Ammi enters the room. Fahad orders Yumna to enter his room. “Sister in-law.” Yumna. Nayla nodded, she walked hand in hand with Yumna to enter her room.

“Say, why did you skip class today?” search Fahad.

Yumna who was sitting with Nayla on the edge of the bed looked down in fear. This time the man got angry and slapped him. Yumna knew her mistake was fatal. He had already dared to sit together with a man in the car.

“Jawab!” snapped Fahad. Nayla was frightened to see the anger of her husband, the man's voice as if piercing his eardrum.

“Sister in-law.” Yumna looked at Nayla, asking for help so that her sister-in-law would talk to her husband who was also her brother—Fahad

“Enough, Yumna! Brother is talking to you. Don't run away from trouble. Don't always hide behind your sister-in-law. You're an adult, Yumna, don't be like that!” Fahad is getting angry. “You too! You always belain Yasmin and Yumna. Look at him now! He's gawking!” This time Nayla also did not escape the anger of her husband.

“Kakkak an. Don't blame brother-in-law,” said Yumna.

“Shut!” snapped Fahad.

Nayla was scared. It may be true that Fahad said that he was too indulgent for his two sisters-in-law. However, Nayla did all that not for no reason.

Besides he did love his two sisters-in-law, Nayla also did not dare to scold Fahad's two sisters blatantly. He did not want others to call him a sister-in-law who liked to organize.

Nayla still knows the limits. He would not defend his brother without knowing the real problems. Nayla will always weigh the good and bad first.

And Fahad certainly knows that. But, his anger makes him forget how the nature of the wife who will not put emotions first and always think clearly.

“Say, Yumna!”

“Dia, Afidz. I know him from social media,” said Yumna, his voice sounding trembling. Of course he was scared of Fahad.

“Then, why did you skip class today? Are you in a relationship with that guy, huh!”

Yumna shook her head, but she did not want to raise her face to look at her brother's face. He stays down just like Nayla.

“But why did you have to skip class, Yumna? You can still meet your friends after class, right?” moaning Fahad. He was still standing in front of his sister and wife. The look in his eyes emitted a great amount of anger, especially towards Yumna.

“Then why were you in the car with that guy? What are you doing there?

“Nothing, Brother. I didn't do anything with Afidz.”

“Really? But why are you silent when you ask in front of the man?”

Of course I feel very scared there.

“Do you want to get married soon? Tell me you want to get married. I'll find a husband for you. But please, take care of your own good name, Yumna.” Fahad is really upset with Yumna.

“What during big brother in Delhi, you also always like this?”

Yumna raised her face. She nodded quickly as she looked at Fahad's face. “No, Brother. I've never been alone with a man.”

Nayla was still silent, she did not dare to say or just lift her face to meet each other with the eyes of the husband. Nayla did not dare to stare at the glare of her sharp eyes in that fury.

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