Love From Facebook

Chapter 39 S2

Fahad catches up with Nayla, she sleeps next to him. He put one hand on his wife's stomach. “Sayang. I can't stand it if you keep going on,” whispered.

Fahad was silent for a moment, he would say something that might make Nayla relieved and not feel hurt by him anymore. Although eventually, he would also be hurt by his decision.

“Nayla. I hurt you too often. You are right, I cannot control my emotions. I must have been angry before the explanation and reason. Whatever it is. One thing you should know, I always respect you. My words this morning were because I was too angry with Yumna. I didn't realize, I said honestly, Nayla.” Fahad took a deep breath. “So, close his eyes. “Before you leave me, I will go first. Maybe if it was like that, you would not feel hurt again by my attitude.”

Nayla turned around. He hit Fahad's cheek slowly. Her husband opened his eyes while touching one side of his cheek that Nayla hit. “Keep talking like that! You're not tired of what? Speaking directly from earlier,” said Nayla.

Fahad smiled, he hugged Nayla back tightly.

“Lease!” exciting Nayla.

Fahad shook his head, he kissed the top of his head. “Nmobile. I will not let you go.”

“Don't be quiet like that, I'm confused,” lamented later.

“Eat him, don't make sprains. Don't be disappointed. I'm tired of hearing your apologies.” Nayla.

“Iya, I was wrong.”

“Indeed, right!”

“Iya. So, you're not gonna leave me, are you?” fahad asked seriously.

Nayla raised her head so that her eyes could reach the face of the husband. “You why do you think that way, anyway?” tanyakanya.

“Kan, you said yourself, if you will go leave me if you feel hurt and I do not appreciate you anymore. I realize I've hurt you a lot. But I can't without you and Zia. My happiness is just you guys.”

“Gombal is so, anyway! Like a twenty-year-old kid.”

“Where is? I'm more cute and sexier than a twenty-year-old guy,” Fahad said confidently.

“But, are you serious?” ask again.

“What?”

“You're serious, I'll go ka—”

“Iya, indeed!” nayla Tuas.

“Honey!”

“What, anyway? Already, ah. I want to sleep.”

“don't go,” pinta Fahad sincere.

Nayla smiled, gently touching one side of her Husband's face. “You too. You don't leave me with Zia, I can't without you.”

“Means soon there should be Farhan, dong. Let you not go any more." Fahad smiled intentently.

“No idea, ah.”

Fahad kisses Nayla's sweet lips, sipping the sweetness of their love. His hands started everywhere. But Nayla immediately hit that hand.

“Stop! Holiday first,” said Nayla.

“Hah?” surprised Fahad. Both of his shoulders slumped weakly as soon as he found that the wife was in the midst of monthly guests.

“Why should it be now, anyway!” pissed Fahad.

“Ya, already. Come to sleep,” Fahad hugged Nayla, closed his eyes. Feel the warmth between the two of them.

***

New Delhi

Fahad and Nayla are back. There were only three of them, while Yasmin was still in Kashmir. Fahad was lying on Nayla's lap sitting on the sofa. They watch over Shazia who plays on the family room carpet.

Tomorrow, Fahad has to get back to work. Many jobs were delayed due to his busy life in Kashmir. Yasmin's engagement, takes care of her saffron business as well. Fahad doesn't have time for his wife and children.

However, no matter how busy it is, Fahad will always try to go home on time. Dinner at home is one quality time that he should not miss though.

“Fahad.’ Nayla stroked her husband's hair.

Fahad, who had been tilting and watching Shazia, looked up, looking at Nayla's face who was also staring at him. “What?” tanyanya.

“Ya, already,” says Nayla. His eyes refocused on television.

“What's up?” Fahad pinched Nayla's tiny nose.

Nayla grimaces in pain. He touched the base of his nose. “I just want to call doang, really. Can't you?” nayla's lips chipped, she was still upset because of Fahad's pinching pain in her nose.

“Bby. But, try here. I see your eyes.”

Nayla shut up, she knew what Fahad meant.

“Sini!” fahad's orders again.

“No!” reject Nayla.

“This you!” fahad's one hand grabbed Nayla by the nape, making her bow. Kiss Nayla's sweet lips gently. Nayla ended the kiss by hitting her husband's arm.

“Adjustments! There's Zia, Fahad!” Nayla.

Fahad brushed off his witty smile, he looked at Nayla then Shazia who was still busy playing with her dolls. “Cum doang. No time, anyway?”

Nayla replied, “Bby. But, look where dong.” is

“Ya, already. Come to room!” bring Fahad.

“Fahad, can't yet!” exciting Nayla. “Iya yes, tau. Haven't. This wife of mine, keeps gemes.”

So far, Fahad and Nayla's households are doing well. Misunderstandings and some small fights are always able to be resolved together. Fahad is determined to be more in control of his emotions. To be honest, Nayla could not believe that Fahad would change his nature. That's nature, it can't be changed. Can't change, but can at least control a little bit of his emotions.

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Shazia is now four years old. The only daughter of Fahad and Nayla grew up to be a smart child. She is so adorable to anyone who sees her. That afternoon, he was on his way with his mother—Nayla.

“Ma, Zia want to call Om Andi,” pinta straight-haired girl.

Nayla turned her head for a while and refocused on her drive. “Later when we get home, Zia. It is still on the road, can not call,” said Nayla.

Shazia blinked while pursing her lips.

Nayla touched the soft top of her daughter's head. “Zia, don't frown. You look a lot like papa loh if like that.”

“No! Zia doesn't look like papa. Zia looks alike, Mama. Beautiful!” yells.

“If it's similar, mama, can't frown, dong. Smile first, later if not smile you—”

“I will grow his beard like papa, so?” shazia hatch.

Nayla smiled as she shook her head.

Yes, Shazia would be very upset if anyone said that he was similar to his papa—Fahad. Because he doesn't have a smooth book on his face. She's beautiful like her mama—Nayla.

“We find a gift first for papa. After that, we go straight to the office. Okay?” Nayla gave her thumbs up to the princess..

“OK, Mom!” shazia shouted cheerfully.

Nayla took off her daughter's seat belt. Soon they enter the mall to find a birthday gift for Fahad. Husband and father are best for them.

Nayla bought a watch for her husband. Nayla wants Fahad to remember the time. Time for family, of course. As for Shazia, he asked to buy a glasses for his papa.

Nayla obeyed her daughter's wishes. After buying the gift, Nayla did not buy the cake. He made it from home. A medium-sized chocolate tart cake with strawberry and Cherry fruit toppings that look very beautiful and upload tastes.

Nayla drives her car to Fahad's office. Since last night she did not deliberately give a surprise birthday to her husband. However, it seems that her husband also forgot his own birthday. Since this morning, Afsal has been acting normal. He is not angry or insinuating about his birthday.

Nayla hands over the car keys to security and takes the elevator to the fourth floor where Fahad's room is located. With one hand brought a cake box and another brought a gift. Nayla and Shazia walk out of the elevator to Fahad's room.

“Good day, Mom,” greet the employees.

“Siang,” reply Nayla softly while patting her smile. Shazia's? Don't ask again. The little girl with the braided hair by Nayla waved her hand and brushed her smile at whoever greeted her. His friendly attitude declined from Nayla.

“Hai, Shazia,” greet Anand.

“Hai, Om!” say hello back to Shazia. He walked behind his mother.

Nayla does not see Alina at her desk, she decides to go straight into her husband's office.

His hand knocked on the door three times, opened it, and,“Fa—”

Nayla was surprised to see her husband close to a woman wearing a sexy saree. The position of Fahad sitting in his chair and the woman who lowered her half beside the husband, made Nayla's mind raging. All sorts of bad thoughts popped into his head. Moreover, the woman's saree showed a bit of her poking chest as well as an open back. Nayla doesn't know the woman. He just saw her today.

Fahad who saw Nayla coming, immediately moved and approached the wife. Nayla was surprised to find herself with another woman.

“Papa!” shazia Shouts. Fahad stretched out his arms, hugged and held his beautiful daughter.

“Priya, just put the file on the table. I will learn it first. You can get out now!” fahad and Priya's orders kill him.

Nayla shifted her body as soon as Priya walked out.

“Sayang.” Fahad grabbed the wife's waist.

“Hemm?” nayla Sahut. He looked at the husband in confusion.

“You didn't say you wanted to go to the office, you know I—”

“That you must have told him to hide, right?” nayla Tuas.

Fahad knitted his two eyebrows. How could his wife have such thoughts. Nayla puts the cake and presents on Fahad's living room sofa table. Two sat down, followed by Fahaf holding Shazia.

“What do you say, anyway?” confused Fahad.

“Well, what was that? You still want to dig?”

Oh Allah ... His wife is jealous. Naturally, Fahad could understand it. Seeing the husband being alone with other women will certainly cause jealousy and suspicion. The difference between jealousy and suspicion is very thin.

“Honey, she's a new secretary—”

“So, Alina has not cooperated with you? She changed position Alina?” nayla is impatient.

“Zia. Zia played to Om Sahil's place first, huh?” Fahad asked who was answered with a nod of the head by his daughter. Fahad took his daughter to Sahil's office next to his office.

Fahad's back, shut the door tight. Sitting next to Nayla, who was leaning half of her body on the sofa.

“Sayang.”

“Sayang.” Fahad puts his body closer to Nayla.

“Ck!” Nayla jerks at her arm that Fahad touched.

“Listen first,” says Fahad.

“You are, yes! Because I don't give you a surprise birthday, now you want revenge like me? So bad of you!” exciting Nayla.

Fahad increasingly linked his two eyebrows deeply. However, the two corners of his lips were pulled upwards forming a smile.

“Ngapain you smile like that? It's not funny, Fahad, you've been caught!”

“Darling, why are you? Come even angry. You don't want to hear my explanation first?”

Nayla shook her head hard. The tears she was unable to hold. Glide the clear liquid soaked his cheeks.

“Sayang—”

“Indeed, yes! You must like a sexy woman, whose chest and back are wide open. I know, Fahad, I'm not pretty, I'm not sexy, but at least you don't make me lose my love for you. Say if you want to have—”

Fahad silenced Nayla's lips with a soft kiss.

 

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