Love From Facebook

Chapter 16

Today, Nayla received her salary. It gets a morning shift. Shortly before returning home, Nayla met the manager of restaurant—ingin asking permission leave of course.

“Good day, sir, I'm Nayla. Can I come in?” Nayla asked after knocking on the door and opening it a little.

“Iya, Nayla, come in,” replied mr manager.

Nayla stepped in, the manager invited her to sit down.

“What's up, Nay?” ask the manager.

“Sorry, Sir, can I ask permission for leave?”

“How many days, Nay?”

“About, a week, Sir,” replied Nayla.

“Again. What important event, until you ask permission for a week off?”

“No important event, Sir, I want—”

“You to India what is marriage?” tukas pak manager who suddenly made Nayla surprised and embarrassed.

“Mr, know?” lirih Nayla's.

The manager nodded while smiling, “know, Nay, one restaurant frenzied, I did not know.”

Nayla smiled clumsily, she lowered her head, her hands squeezing each other. He really did not expect if the news of his closeness with a foreign man had spread to all employees and even his own boss already knew it.

“So, are you really getting married?” The manager asked back.

“No, Sir,” interrupted Nayla quickly, she shook her head violently. “Eh, that means not yet, sir. I still want to go to India, meet his family,” Nayla continued.

The manager leaned his back on the chair, his fingers clinging to each other. His eyes were straight on Nayla. “Initially you do not want to give permission for long leave, because the rules here can only take three days off. But because you rarely take time off, yes, it's okay, you can take a week off.” The manager smiled.

“Bapak also does not want to torture people in love, kok.” Ledek.

Nayla smiled shyly at the manager's words. “Yes, thank you, sir. I excuse.” Nayla stood up, she stepped towards the door.

“Wait, Nay,” call pak manager.

Nayla stops, she twists her body, “iya, sir?”

“If dating don't be long, marriage hunt. You wait for the invitation,” said the manager who again made Nayla embarrassed for her.

“I-iya, Sir, excuse me.” Reply Nayla stammered. He turned his body again and continued his intention, out of the office manager sir.

Nayla closed the door, one palm of her hand was on her chest. Adjusting her breath, of course Nayla was nervous. All the words of the manager are far from his shadow, which might be angry. But in fact not, the manager actually allowed it without scolding him. Of course also cut it.

Nayla stepped up, she was about to go to the break room—change room to pick up her jacket and her bag.

“Why, Nay?” ryan asked who noticed the nervous face of the hijab-wearing woman who stopped when she asked.

“Neg. I'm going home first, Yan.” Nayla continued her steps.

“Iya, deh, who has been waiting for kang ojek bule in front,” ledek Ryan.

“Hah? Ojek bule kang? Who?” cerca Nayla stopped walking.

“Kang ojek bule India, tuh!” ryan replied as he directed his gaze towards Fahad who was standing in the parking area, near the motorbike that the man had rented of course.

“Can be you.” Nayla smiles. “I go home first, Yan.”

“Yes, be careful, Nay. A tight handle if in bonceng,” ledeknya.

“Apaan, hell!” Nayla patted Ryan's shoulder. He continued his intention, taking his jacket and bag.

Ryan still looked at Nayla who was getting further and further away from his sight. “Lastened, but there is still a chance before yellow janur curved.” His murmurs were encouraging himself. Ryan did put his heart on Nayla, since the first time he worked, he was already interested in the hijab girl who he considered very polite and gentle.

It was very difficult to get close to Nayla, the girl always kept her distance from the men. Not a pretty ass, Nayla just still thinks of Andi, her sister. Ryan is aware of that. Therefore, he increasingly admired the figure of Nayla.

Nayla immediately approached Fahad who was waiting for her.

“Hai, Honey,” greet Fahad as soon as Nayla gets closer.

Nayla throws her sweet smile. He was standing right in front of Fahad.

“We go to the mall first, yes?” ask Fahad.

“Nevent need to shower, you are beautiful,” said Fahad.

“Fahad ...” Nayla thunches. “We go home for a while, I still wear work clothes.”

“You wear a jacket, honey. Want to wear my shirt?” ask Fahad.

“Not funny, ih!”

“I'm no longer funny.” Fahad pinched Nayla's tiny nose. “So, want to continue arguing what directly to the mall?”

“Iya, already, to mall.” Nayla Pasrah.

the two headed to the mall. I don't know what Fahad wants to buy. Nayla just complies. After all, it's useless if he disputes with the stubbornness of Fahad.

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Arriving at the mall, they both choose to go to a foodcourt first because Fahad is hungry.

While waiting for the food they ordered to arrive, Fahad talks to Nayla about their departure to India.

“Honey, we leave for India the day after tomorrow. I booked the ticket,” Fahad said.

Nayla who was drinking was made to choke by Fahad's words.

“Drink slowly, Dear.” Fahad patted Nayla's back gently.

“Why rush, Fahad?” asked Nayla who subconsciously, both her eyes stared intently at Fahad.

“Don't look at me like that. You want to eat me?”

“Sorry,” says Nayla. Look Nayla's eyes changed, no more glare for Fahad. “I'm serious, Fahad. Why rush? Or, you go first. I can follow later.”

“I'm serious too, honey. I don't want to mute. If you procrastinate, you will be taken by people.”

“Yes, no, Fahad. You go first, I'll follow.” Nayla stays on her feet.

“Ngak. I don't give your permission to go to India alone. That's a danger to you. You do not know the situation there,” both eyebrows Fahad linked to each other, he felt annoyed and worried if Nayla went to India alone.

Nayla lowered her head, frightened by Fahad's eyes.

“Sorry, Dear.” Fahad realizes Nayla is scared. “I don't mean to, I just don't want you to go to India by yourself. I'm concerned. Even though you will become my wife, I will still not let you go back and forth India-Indonesia alone. That's too dangerous for you.” Clearly Fahad gently.

Nayla raised her face, looking at both of Fahad's beads deeply. “I'm scared,” Og Nayla.

“Fear about what?” ask Fahad.

“I am who, Fahad? I'm not worth it to you. I'm afraid that mom and two sisters are ka—”

“Honey,” tukas Fahad. “Ammi, Yasmin and Yumna never had a problem with that. What matters is us. How we are happy and how we can be together, living it all together. Please, stop thinking we're not worth it. We are the same, only customs and cultures are different. We are the same in God's eyes. Can I ask you something?” fahad asked who was answered nodding his head by Nayla.

“Did you ever think that I would leave you? If I just use you? If I am a brash man, who likes to mess with Indonesian women?” cerca Fahad's.

Nayla did not answer, her eyes were in a straight line with Fahad's. Yes, Nayla is not a hypocrite. There was indeed a hint of such fear in the corner of his heart. Of the many love stories of two countries, especially India-Indonesia, Pakistan-Indonesia, Bangladesh-Indonesia— which turned out to be full of tears, full of drama, and heartache.

Not all, but there are some love stories like that. Either from the side of the man or the woman who hurt or use. Nayla knows there is a story of drama and tears in the love story of two countries. However, that does not mean all Indian men are bad.

nayla's silence answered Fahad's question. The man nodded his head, one finger tapping the table made of glass.

“I can't make sense, so you don't think like that. That's your right. But—”

Fahad's words were cut short, because a servant came and delivered the food they ordered.

Fahad resumed his remarks after the servant left.

“Honey, as time goes by, you can see and judge. I am serious or not with you. So, please, the day after tomorrow come with me to India. You can judge everything after you meet ammi and my two sisters.” Fahad said softly.

“But, you bought a ticket with the money I gave you back then, right?” ask Nayla.

“Yeah! Yes, Sweetheart. Your ticket, yes, use your own money.”

“Ya, already, I'm coming.” Nayla smiled, as did Fahad.

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