Love From Facebook

Chapter 19

Today is the day that Nayla and Fahad will leave for India. They'll leave at night. Therefore, Nayla chose to keep working as usual. Yesterday he had arranged the clothes and items he needed while in India.

Fahad has banned Nayla, fearing that her boyfriend is too tired. But Nayla insisted, he insisted on staying at work.

The manager who just came, saw Nayla then he approached her. “Nay, he said leave? How, still working?” ask the manager.

“Iya, sir, it's still the night of departure,” replied Nayla.

The manager shook his head, he was astonished by Nayla's hardworking nature. Employees are quite rarely not allowed to go to work. The manager intends to continue his steps to enter his office. However, Nayla's call undoes her intentions.

“Pak?”

“Yes, Nay?”

Nayla looked around before saying the sentence she wanted to express. “I can ask for help, Sir?”

Mr. manager nodded, “asal don't ask if you want to resign.”

“No, Sir.” Nayla smiles. “Please do not tell other friends if I permit leave for going to India, Mr.” Connect Nayla.

“Iya. Take it easy, Nay.”

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At the hotel after taking Nayla to work, Fahad tidied up all her clothes. He also did not forget to tell his Ammi if later tonight he will return to India with Nayla.

The mother was very happy, she told all the workers in her house to prepare to welcome Nayla, not to forget she also prepared a room for Nayla. Fahad's mother was very happy as if she welcomed Nayla as a daughter-in-law, not as a lover of her son.

When it showed at one o'clock in the afternoon, Fahad was seen waiting for Nayla to go home to work—ia sitting half of her body on the motor body.

Nayla approached, just like Fahad, she also threw her sweet smile.

“Honey, we go to the hotel first, yes?”

“Ngapain to hotel?” ask Nayla.

“Do not ask!” fahad exclaimed as he touched Nayla's lips with one finger. Surprised, Nayla's body pecked as her eyes flickered many times.

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Fahad propelled his motor. Nayla was still thinking about Fahad touching her lips. During this time, Fahad always held his hand, touching his head and cheeks. However, to the lips, Fahad never did that. The lips are a sensitive part of Nayla.

Both are in the elevator. Fahad has never taken his hand off Nayla since they reached the hotel parking area.

Fahad closed the door to his room, not forgetting he also locked it. Nayla, who was standing behind Fahad's body, could only fall silent. He wondered why the man had locked the door, not as usual where Fahad would just close the door uncomfortably.

“Why you?” asked Fahad who saw Nayla's nervous face as well as the sweat dripping from the girl's temple.

Nayla shook her head. Fahad took Nayla by the hand to take her on the sofa. While Nayla sat down, Fahad went to pick up a cold drink.

Fahad put a can of cold drink on the table for Nayla, and she sat next to him. However, Nayla instead shifted her seat, Fahad who had realized Nayla was afraid finally chose to work on it. Fahad moves in and approaches Nayla.

Nayla again shifts her seat, but this time Fahad pulls Nayla's arm so as to bring the girl's body closer to her.

“Fahad, off,” says Nayla with a wedge.

Fahad grinned, he brought his face closer to Nayla's. There are only a few cent between them.

Nayla looks at the two beads of Fahad's eyes in turn. His forehead wrinkled, he swallowed his saliva, feeling fear.

“Fahad, I want to shout!” Nayla pushes Fahad's chest.

Fahad again grabbed Nayla's arm. “Still want, right? Not shouted.”

“Fahad!” exciting Nayla.

Fahad still stared fixedly at Nayla's face, until the laughter he had endured with difficulty finally escaped. He took off his hand grip on Nayla's arm.

“Fahad!” Nayla again exclaimed.

Nayla nodded slowly. His eyes could not be seen staring at the two beads of Fahad's eyes.

One hand Fahad pointed to touch the tip of Nayla's head, he softly said, “I love and love you, I can't do that. Just a man who is stupid and does not love his woman, who does such a disgusting thing.”

Fahad continued his words. “I don't want you to be disappointed, I don't want you to be ruined. Women were not created for napsu. Women are special, they are great, they must be respected. And a man has no right to take away the sanctity of his woman before marriage among them. And I, don't want to take it all away from you. Because I love you.”

Nayla smiles. Fahad's words made him put more trust in the man. It is true what Fahad— said is only a foolish man and does not love his woman, who would do such a disgusting thing.

“If the woman wants, how?” ask Nayla.

“They are also stupid, if you give up something very valuable. But, it's all because of the sincerity of their love that is actually played by stupid men,” said Fahad.

“If forced to be the same guy, how is it? But the girl did not want to. But, his guy robs it all.” Nayla asked again.

Fahad took a deep breath, then exhaled it violently. “That's a different story, darling.” Fahad puts emphasis on the word dear.

“If eg—”

Fahad cut Nayla's speech. “Alleta? You're getting everywhere the language.”

“What? I just want to say, if for example we go home now, how?” ask Nayla.

“Reason!”

“Neg. Come on, go home now.” Take Nayla.

Fahad nodded, “seventh.” Fahad stood up, he walked towards the drawer on the nightstand. He took something there.

“I don't want to know, you can't refuse this.” Fahad sat down next to Nayla. He opened a small box, in which there was a simple ring inside.

Fahad grabs Nayla's hand, but Nayla immediately pulls her hand, hiding it behind her body. Fahad knew that Nayla would reject him. Her boyfriend did not like jewelry. Moreover, it was her gift, the man who was not yet her husband.

“I've ordered this ring for you, I know you like simple rings like this. Please, accept and wear this on your finger.”

Nayla shook her head, “I can't accept the ring. If we get married, I will wear it. Now you save first.”

Fahad stood up, he ruffled his waist. Staring at Nayla with her sharp eyes. “I'm not asking you to be weird, Nayla! I'm just asking you to accept it and wear this ring. Who am I, huh?! You really accept anything from me.”

Nayla. His tears forced out, but as hard as he could he held it.

“I know, you don't like luxury, you don't like expensive things. But this is just a little ring, Nayla!” fahad's voice is higher. “What a hard thing, stay nerima, keep you on using. I do not give a set of Indian jewelry that does not fit your type. This one ring, Nayla, small ring!”

Clear thread can't hold Nayla. Yes, it is true that he does not like expensive items and luxuries. Nayla never buys stuff if she doesn't need it. She is not the type of woman who likes to waste money. She also does not like to receive gift items from a man who is not someone she has not been her husband. The proof, he never took a penny from the credit card given by Fahad.

“I want, everyone knows that you have me. You got me, Nayla!” snapped Fahad.

Nayla wiped away her tears, she raised her face slowly. “Sorry,” omitted. Fahad who saw Nayla crying was made to melt, he realized, he was wrong to yell at Nayla.

Fahad crouched right in front of Nayla. The finger of the lover. “Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you,” he said gently. Nayla's tears came back, Fahad swiftly wiping the tears with one thumb. “Sorry, honey, I just want you to take this ring. I want everyone to know that you have me. Let's see if you're engaged. Let no one get you.”

Both of Nayla's eyes were still wet, even with her nose still flushed. “Emang who wants to get me? Nothing,” said Nayla.

Fahad smiled, “so now you want to receive this ring what is not?” her question was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla. “Well, so, dong. The waiting time I was angry first just want nerima.” Fahad put the ring on Nayla's left finger. “Sorry, darling, I'm already angry and yelling at you.”

“I'm sorry, too, so pretty in front of you. By nerima this ring.” Nayla raised her left hand, staring at the ring that was already attached to her finger.

“No, coke. You are not pretty. That is your character, who does not like receiving things from anyone. Including me who obviously wants to marry you.” Fahad smiles. “And I like your character it.” Reciprocity.

“Come, home, it's afternoon.” Take Nayla.

Fahad stood up, he pulled Nayla's hand to stand up. “Wash first, just come home. Snot everywhere, nih.” Fahad chuckles, he touches Nayla's nose.

“Kan, you made me cry.” Nayla Seru.

“Iya, sorry ...”

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