Love From Facebook

Chapter 17

Fahad invites Nayla to come home soon. Both are now above the escalator—turun to the bottom floor of the mall.

Fahad never took off his hand against Nayla. His heart is now in flower. How not, he will take Nayla to India to meet her mother and her two younger siblings. To be honest, Fahad wants to get married soon and bring Nayla to India with the status of Fahad Malik Khan's mistress.

But, Fahad realized, it's not all as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Grabbing Nayla's heart and love alone requires a struggle, especially if she wants to marry the woman. Fahad is aware of that.

“Fahad, why did you keep smiling from earlier?” ask Nayla.

Fahad turned his head, smiled and slightly lowered his head so that his eyes could look at Nayla. “You made me smile,” he replied.

“I?” nayla's eyebrows are tied to each other.

“Iya.” Fahad touched the tip of Nayla's head.

“Why me? I don't feel funny anymore.”

Fahad was upset. “Darling, I'll kiss you if you still ask.”

“OK, okay, I don't name it anymore.” Nayla shut her mouth with one hand.

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Before driving Nayla home, Fahad first takes Nayla to the hotel. He wanted to clean himself up to get fresh.

While Nayla, he sat on the sofa of Fahad's hotel room while playing his cell phone. He was bored, because Fahad did not go out of the bathroom. Many times he sighed irritatedly at every sight of the bathroom door that did not open.

“He takes a shower what's sleeping, anyway?! Take my bath time.” Dengus Nayla's.

The bathroom door is open. Fahad came out with a navy long-sleeved shirt—ia raised a little shirt fabric part hand it—complete with black jeans. Her wet hair makes her good looks increase. The sweet smile she threw for Nayla.

“Don't be long if you see, I'm afraid you're khilaf.” Fahad said as he stepped, approaching towards Nayla.

Nayla threw her gaze towards the window, smiling in shame as she was caught staring at Fahad.

“Later you are also bored see me continue, every want to sleep and wake up .. which I see continues.” Fahad pulls up Nayla's tiny nose, makes the woman grimace and gently brushes Fahad's hand away.

“You too?” nayla asked as a form of protest.

Fahad picked up the comb on the sofa table, then sat down next to Nayla. “I why?” askalanya.

“You're bored too? See my face every day.”

“Yes, no, Darling. Why am I bored? Any time I want to see your face continue.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance, her eyebrows twitching together. “Sorry, I didn't have you gombalin.”

Fahad chuckled, putting the comb back to its original place. He tilted his seat slightly to face Nayla. “One I'm afraid of. You know not?” fahad's question was answered by Nayla. “If every day I see you, I'm afraid of diabetes, dear.” Fahad was greeted with laughter by Nayla.

“Eat him, use corn sugar, do not sugar cane.” Nayla said in her laughter.

After finishing with laughter and chatter, they decided to immediately go out of the hotel. Towards the house of Nayla before tonight they will go to the house of Mas Irfan and Mbak Dewi.

The elevator that led them to the first floor was already open. Fahad still clasped Nayla's hand towards the parking lot.

“Tonight we go to Mas Irfan's house, right?” ask Fahad.

“Iya.”

“Sayang?” call Fahad.

“Iya?”

“I love you.” Said Fahad before he got on the bike.

Nayla simply replied with a smile. So far, he has not expressed his love for Fahad. Nayla declares her love only once, when Fahad will return to India. Fahad never made a big deal about it, most importantly he knew that Nayla loved him too.

Fahad runs his bike slowly, he wants to enjoy the moment. Nayla never hugged him on the bike. Yes, Nayla only holds the tip of the jacket or shirt she wears. That's not a problem for Fahad. She knew that Nayla was not that kind of woman. Simply by holding hands, both can give each other a sense of comfort.

“Fahad, stop please.” Nayla patted Fahad's shoulder slowly.

“What's up?” asked Fahad who stopped his bike and sidelined him.

“I want to buy it.” Nayla appoints the batagor seller.

Without thinking long and asking, Fahad turned his motorbike towards the batagor seller. Nayla rushed down as soon as Fahad had stopped his bike right in front of the—.

“Pak, batagor one, huh? Dined here aja.” Nayla ordered.

“Iya, Ma'am, please sit first.” the seller invites Nayla to sit in the plastic chair that he provides.

“Honey, this is you buy food?” ask Fahad.

Nayla nods, “iya, batagor.”

“You still hungry?” ask again.

“It is, you took a long shower. Yes, I'm hungry!” ketus Nayla's.

Once again Fahad pulled Nayla's nose, for some reason she always felt anxious when Nayla showed her regret.

Before long, Nayla's order had arrived. Not to forget, he also thanked the seller.

Nayla feeds Fahad. The man gulped, feeling strange and confused. Should he refuse? For he was afraid that his tongue could not receive the food. However, he also did not want to make Nayla's heart feel disappointed.

Slowly, Fahad opened his mouth, accepting the bribe. He was still chewing slowly the batagor, while Nayla had put the batagor twice in his mouth.

Quickly, Fahad seizes Nayla's batagor plate. “Enak,” said Fahad while eating one by one the batagor.

“Fahad!” exciting Nayla. “If you want, I order ka—” again

Not yet Nayla continued her sentence, Fahad closed Nayla's mouth with a mouthful of batagor.

They both smiled at each other while finishing off the bricks. One plate both.

Batagor seller from earlier was busy watching them, “matching pairs.” Mumbled.

Nayla got up, she returned the batagor plate. He also ordered two portions to take home.

“Sorry, Ma'am, is that her husband?” ask the batagor seller with his busy hand wrapped.

“Not, Sir,” refute Nayla fast. “Eh, no, I don't mean husband yet, sir.” Nayla smiled clumsyly.

“Oh, hopefully in a movement, yes, Ma'am. Fits well, the Mbaknya is the same him.” Said the seller who at the same time handed batagor Nayla order.

“Iya, aamiin, Sir.” Nayla smiled accepting the batagor.

“How much, Sir?” ask Afsal with Indonesian language that still sounds stiff. He took out a wallet, took out a hundred thousand bills and then he offered it to the seller.

“No, Fahad, I'm the ba—”

“Nayla!” Fahad stared intently at Nayla.

“Iya, already, anyway. Pay aja.” Nayla showed her face in any direction.

Fahad smiled at Nayla. He gave the money, to pay batagor. “Shortly, Ma'am, change.” The seller took out a few pieces of money as change.

“No need to go back, just make the seller,” Fahad told Nayla.

Nayla nodded, “no need, sir, said he.”

“Most of this, Ma'am,” said the seller who kept giving change to Nayla.

“Not what, sir, just take it. I thank you.”

The seller smiled knot, ”iya, I also thank you, Ma'am.”

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Nayla and Fahad have arrived at the front of the house, both saying greetings together.

“Assalamu'alaikum ..”

“Wa'alaikumsalam,” replied Andi who opened the door of the house. “Awas dry his teeth, the grim smile from earlier.” Ledek Andi's.

“Not eat, yes, you?” Nayla steps in, followed by Fahad.

“Iya. How, know, Ma'am?” ask Andi.

“Pantes, nyinyir kayak netizen.” Nayla laughs. “Nih, Mbak bring batagor. Was bought in fahad.” Nayla handed the batagor parcel to Andi.

“No matter what is said about nyinyir, the important thing is bought food.” Andi laughed.

Andi invited Fahad to sit down. He also sat in the chair, in front of Fahad sitting. While Nayla, she goes to the kitchen to get Fahad a drink. After that he went to the bathroom, cleaned his tired body to get fresh again.

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