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Chapter 38 S2

“Hannah, where are Fahad's clothes that haven't been rubbed?” ask Nayla. Because, when he entered the laundry room, he did not find his basket and Fahad.

“Sorry, Mistress. I've rubbed it. I thought, Madam, must be very tired, I put a basket of rubbed clothes in the room, Madam,” replied Hannah.

“Sorry, Hannah, and thank you,” Nayla said with a smile. Nayla went upstairs to her room. He took off his hijab and put it on the edge of the bed. One by one Nayla began to insert clothes that had been rubbed into the closet neatly.

Before long, Fahad enters the room with Shazia. Nayla just glanced at the husband who lowered his daughter on the bed. “Mama,” call Zia.

“Iya?” nayla Sahut.

Shazia back call Nayla, “Mama, here.”

“Iya, briefly. Mama is not finished.”

“Honey, here first,” this time Fahad who called.

“Hemm,” says Nayla. After arranging clothes, Nayla immediately approached the princess and her husband who had called her since. Nayla sat on the edge of the bed. Looking at Shazia who was playing with her hijab.

“Honey, up here!” Fahad's orders.

Not answering or looking at her husband, Nayla immediately went up and sat down next to the princess. Fahad was still watching Nayla who was reluctant to look at him. He still thinks that Nayla is mad at him. For snapping.

“Honey, I—”

Nayla cuts Fahad's speech. “You take a shower first. Later replace. It's almost night.”

“I bathein Zia, yes?” Fahad was about to raise his daughter, but Nayla first picked him up to sit into his lap.

“I'm the one who took a bath,” said Nayla while taking off her daughter's shirt.

Nayla goes into the bathroom, bathes Shazia. Fahad rubbed his face rough. Normally, his wife would not get angry so easily. If angry, he can always make Nayla smile with just a small joke and an apology. But this time it was different, maybe Nayla was really mad at him.

“Zia don't do that! End of the bath, later you catch a cold.”

Shazia is like that, he will linger to play water. Maybe not just him, it seems like all children really like to play water. No wonder, their bath time will also be longer. The puffed cheek is still playing coolly. Over and over Nayla tried to persuade him with various seductions. Starting from toys, ice cream, biscuits, and many more. As if not hearing it, Shazia still plays water in the bath up.

“Zia.” Fahad enters, he approaches the princess. Nayla steps aside, giving way to her husband. “Zia want to go for a walk? We're on the scooty of Aunt Hannah,” Fahad's woo.

Shazia smiled, the two tiny hands that had been playing with water stopped instantly. He looked at his father who extended his hand to him. “But same mom,” the door. Fahad turned his head, looked at his wife, asking for an answer to the princess's invitation.

Knowing that Fahad turned his head slightly to look at her, Nayla immediately turned her eyes to Shazia and said, “iya, same mom. But, Zia, please take a shower. Later we finish the Maghrib prayer we go for a walk up scooty. Okay?”

Shazia nodded, she clapped her hands and patted her smile happily. Fahad sighed. Again, the two beads of his wife's eyes did not look at him. “Zia want to carry, Papa!” he shouted as Nayla was about to carry him.

“You're the same papa, huh? Okay, let's go get papa. Stand up, Jaanu. In washing again his body,” said Fahad. Nayla turns on the shower, flushing her daughter's tiny body with warm water before carrying her.

“You take a shower, let me wear Zia.”

Nayla nodded at the husband's orders. She closed the bathroom door as soon as the child and her husband came out.

Nayla came out of the bathroom, with a towel that covered her body and hair that was rolled up by another towel. He held back his laughter when he saw Fahad in trouble dressing Shazia up. Nayla scratches her temple.

“Zia, don't run around, you will fall down!” said Fahad. The daughter ran around the room wearing only a t-shirt and ****** *****. And the t-shirt inside it, Fahad put it upside down. The front is actually worn on the back. “Can also!” legume. The daughter laughed so much that the father could catch her. Fahad holds Shazia and starts putting on his trousers. “You, yes! Just wear clothes for a long time, later mama out the bathroom can be angry if you see you have not finished wearing clothes.”

“Mama!” shazia shouted as Nayla approached.

“Sini, let me usein.” Nayla takes Shazia's shirt from Fahad's hand. Put the princess down from her papa's lap and told her to stand on the sofa. “She wants to go for a walk, but why long wear her clothes. Later if our night is not a walk, youh!” nayla said, her lips did not stop talking to Shazia. That's one of Nayla's tricks so that her daughter can be quiet when dressed.

Fahad sitting next to Shazia could only watch his wife and son who had been busy chatting. Starting from the chatter about what they did today, what food the daughter ate, and chat about their other excitement.

“You didn't shower?” tanya Nayla, staying without looking at her husband, remained busy with her daughter.

“Mandi.” Fahad went to the bathroom.

“Mommy's son is beautiful. Come to prayer, huh?" Nayla drops Shazia off the couch.

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After the Maghrib prayer, Fahad kept his promise to his daughter. He takes his wife and son out on Hannah's scooty. Nayla puts a jacket on Shazia, she's the same. Fahad knew his wife was tired and tired of preparing for Yasmin's engagement. He invited the two to enjoy the atmosphere of Srinagar night. After a while of touring, Fahad stopped at one of the taverns. She carried Shazia in to enter, Nayla followed behind.

“What do you want to eat, honey?” ask Fahad

Nayla opens the jacket, “anything.”

Once again Fahad had to sigh violently. His wife still did not want to look at him. Along the way, Nayla did not speak at all. Only Fahad responded to all Shazia's chirps. Nayla would occasionally tell if her daughter was hers.

I can't stand Fahad seeing Nayla like that. He was eager to discuss it, but they would not be able to talk if Shazia had not slept.

“Biryani only, yes?” fahad asked who was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla.

The three of them enjoyed dinner. With Nayla who is just busy with her daughter. Meanwhile, Fahad, he still enjoyed eating with eyes that were always fixed on Nayla.

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Nayla sat down, with a well-built body and a straight forward view. While Fahad, he sat next to Nayla with one leg up on the sofa and the body facing his wife.

“Honey, look at me,” command Fahad.

Nayla wanted to turn and look at Fahad, but somehow her eyes felt very reluctant to look at her husband. Fahad's words and attitude disappointed him. Not angry, just disappointed.

“Darling,” one-handed Fahad grabbed Nayla's chin, making her face turn to him. Nayla's head goes where Fahad's hand directs it. But he lowered his head, not wanting to meet the bead of the husband's eyes.

Fahad kissed Nayla's sweet lips, her sitting distance also getting closer. Fahad stops her kissing as soon as she sees Nayla crying. “Sayang.” Fahad wiped Nayla's tears with his thumb.

“I'm sorry.” Fahad fused his forehead with Nayla's forehead. “I'm sorry,” he said again.

Nayla pushed Fahad's chest, looking into the remorseful eyes of her husband. “Are you not tired of apologizing?” nayla asked with tears still flowing down her cheeks. “I'm tired, Fahad, listen you're sorry keep!” coined.

Fahad. He's been too much. Many times Nayla always reminded him not to put anger first in everything. But in fact, he still put anger first.

Fahad raised his face, looking at Nayla's eyes in turn. “I know you are angry same a—”

“I'm not angry, Fahad! But, I'm disappointed in you,” Nayla said. “You never want to hear any explanation. All you do is get angry and angry. Even today you slap Yumna.”

Nayla was silent for a moment before continuing her sentence. “OK. I'm sorry that I interfered too much in your business in educating your two younger siblings. Maybe you're right, I spoiled both of them too much. Today, Yumna skipped college and went to each other's car and you screwed me about it. I—”

Fahad cut out Nayla's sentence, “I didn't turn on you, honey, I was just an emotion this morning. I don't mean to beat you up.”

Nayla was silent, she wiped away her tears that were still flowing nonstop.

“I won't interfere anymore, Fahaf. I'll close my eyes and ears if there's anything that concerns Yasmin and Yumna. I will stay away from them,” said Nayla.

“I don't mean that, honey, not that.” Afsal ran out of words to apologize and explain to his wife.

Fahad remembered Nayla's words that would leave him if he felt hurt and unappreciated. Grabbing Nayla's body, clutching her tightly. “Don't go, don't leave me. Punish me as you please, but please don't go, don't go!” he said it was full of emphasis.

Nayla is sobbing. No, it's not that. Even that thought never crossed his mind. She did not want to leave, she just felt disappointed at this attitude of her husband.

“I beg you not to go, I beg you!” fahad's eyes began to glaze over. He was still holding his wife's body until Nayla hit him on the back.

“I can't breath, Fahad!” Nayla.

Fahad took off his embrace. Staring at Nayla with a sad look. He said again, “don't go.”

“You're really scared that I'm leaving?”

Fahad nodded. “If I really went how?” nayla asked again who had stopped crying since she had trouble breathing in her husband's arms.

“Now!” exciting Fahad. “You can't go and I won't let you have a chance to go!” he pointedly.

“Do not shout,” says Nayla.

“But don't leave me, I can't without you,” Fahad said in his lowest voice.

“Depends.”

“Nayla.”

“What?”

“Do not go!”

“Depends.”

“Nayla!”

“Fahad!”

“Nayla!”

“I'm sleepy!”

Nayla got up, she got into bed. Covering his body with a blanket.

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Season two is over, yes. I want to focus on Pelaminan and one of my stories on other platforms.

Thank you & 'Supply.