Love From Facebook

Chapter 21

The plane landed at Srinagar airport. The journey from New Delhi airport to Srinagar takes only an hour and a half. Nayla sees Fahad approaching her after picking up a suitcase.

“Udah send message to Andi?” fahad asked who was answered nodding his head by Nayla.

Fahad immediately took Nayla to the parking area, to his car. Grasping Nayla's hand tightly, as if afraid that the woman would be lost in the crowd of the airport.

“Can you please take it off?” Nayla raised the hand. Fahad ignored Nayla, he kept walking casually. “Fahad?”

“What, Honey?”

“Please hand me. I can walk by myself,” Nayla said again.

“Before arriving at the parking area, later I release there.”

Nayla relented. He felt embarrassed when several pairs of eyes looked towards them. I don't know what kind of perception it was when those people saw it with Fahad. Nayla tried not to think too much about it.

Fahad stuffed the suitcase into the trunk of his car that he had accidentally left at the airport. Nayla was standing next to the car, her fingers squeezing each other, with sweat drenched between her fingers. There was fear in the corner of his heart. Highlight the fearful eyes it was clearly visible in Fahad's eyes.

He approached Nayla, grabbed her hand, “are you scared?” fahad asked who was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla. “There's me, don't be afraid. I'm always the same as you.” Fahad said softly, even with the look of his eyes that channeled calmness in Nayla's heart.

“Let's not stay with me alone,” says Nayla.

“Definitely, Dear.”

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Srinagar, Kashmir. Or also called Jannat-E-Kashmir it welcomes Nayla with its beauty. This summer, the beauty of Kashmir never goes away from year to year. Green trees, clear rivers, even with the green mountain valleys and cool air, become a magnet for the Muslim-majority region.

Nayla opened the car window, her face radiating happiness and a smile that never faded from her lips. “MasyaAllah, beautiful,” says Nayla.

Fahad turned to Nayla for a moment and then he refocused on his wheel. “You like?” ask Fahad.

“Iya. The river is very clear, so want to wash clothes and bathe there. Ala-ala Dewi Nawang Wulan with Jaka Tarub.”

“Who are they?” ask Fahad without shifting his focus to steering.

Nayla sees Fahad, “let me.” The answer is laughter.

For a moment, Nayla was forgotten by her fear when she arrived at Fahad's house. I met the mother and the two brothers. Nayla's eyes are still bewitched by the beauty of Kashmir. For a moment, he fell in love with the place.

Why is Nayla scared? Of course he was afraid. It is no secret that if an Indian man marries a woman from another country, they will get opposition from the family. Love marriage is very rare in India, and the arrange marriage tradition is still thick there. Nayla knows that.

Nayla can not be sure how the end of her love story will be. Seeing the video of Fahad's mother and two sisters clearly saying they are waiting for his arrival, little makes Nayla feel that her love for Fahad will not get any meaningful opposition.

“Fahad?” call Nayla.

“Iya?”

“What if your sister's same mother doesn't like me?” Nayla asked softly.

Fahad pulled his car over, he paused for a moment. “Sayang.” Fahad grabbed Nayla's hand, “don't think like that. Ammi and my two sisters like you. If not, why would Ammi let me go to Indonesia and see you?” fahad said softly. “Although later after Ammi sees you, and Ammi does not like, I ask you not to back down. I want us to fight together, I will still fight for you.”

“Tapi—”

Fahad cut Nayla's speech. “You doubt the same me?”

Nayla smiles, “I also love you.”

“Oh, hey, Madam. You replied to my love!” Fahad exclaimed happily. For the first time, Nayla returns her love. “Say once again.”

Nayla shook her head hard, “no reruns.” He smiled knot. Fahad also smiled with him. Fahad returned to his car.

The longing for her mother and her two younger siblings has been very intense. Wanting immediately he hugged and kissed the middle-aged woman, the woman who had already risked her life to give birth to him.

The car entered a house with a large yard after a man opened the gate. A modern architecture house with white paint that looks quite luxurious. Fahad got off after his car stopped perfectly. The man who opened the gate approached Fahad, asking him about his master. Fahad asks him to bring Nayla's suitcase.

Nayla never came down, she was still in the car. His fear returned to ambush after seeing Fahad's house which he thought—Fahad was a rich man—which was definitely not worth it. Think Nayla.

Fahad opened the door.His hands looked up, intending to invite Nayla to come down. But Nayla only looked at Fahad's hand, his body not moving one bit. “Honey, let's get down.” Take Fahad.

Nayla raised her head, her eyes in a straight line with Fahad. “Fahad, I—”

Fahad smiled knot, “don't be afraid, there's me.” With some hesitation, Nayla welcomed the helping hand. He closed his eyes, saying bismillah, Nayla got out of the car. Fahad faithfully took the hand of the woman he loved to enter the house.

He knocked on the door, before long, a middle-aged woman opened the door. A warm smile from the woman greeted the arrival of Fahad and Nayla. “My son,” said the woman.

Fahad said hello and hugged and kissed his forehead. “I miss you, Ammi.”

Two girls came and shouted Fahad's name. “Kakak, already home?” ask Yasmin, Fahad's first brother.

Fahad stretched out his arms, hugging his sister's body. “Iya. I'm already home. How are you?” ask Fahad.

Nayla smiled stiffly as her eyes met Ammi. It was not that Ammi did not throw a smile at him, Ammi smiled warmly then approached Nayla. However, fear, confusion, and he also felt very inappropriately standing inside Fahad's family.

“You, Nayla?” ammi asked who answered a nod of the head by Nayla.

“Fahad, invite Nayla to enter.” Ammi's Order. Fahad grabbed Nayla's hand, inviting the very nervous woman into the house.

Ammi, along with Fahad's two sisters, had a warm conversation with Nayla. Later, Ammi orders Hannah, their housekeeper, to escort Nayla to the guest room.

“Ammi, let Nayla sleep in my room.” Fahad said after a moment Nayla moved from her seat. Nayla looked at Fahad, her eyes implying a protest when she heard the man speak. “I'll sleep in the guest room, honey. Don't worry.” Connect Fahad.

“Sister, almost my sister-in-law is scared.” Yumna.

“What do I want to do? You think I'll room with Nayla?”

“Ya, just maybe—”

“Already. Weird-weirdly.” Tukas Fahad's.

Ammi agrees to Fahad's wish for Nayla to sleep in her room. Hannah takes Nayla upstairs, to Fahad's room. After inviting Nayla to enter, Hannah excuses her to return to the kitchen.she also says she will take Nayla's suitcase which was already placed in the guest room.

Nayla was still standing behind the door, her eyes exploring every corner of Fahad's room. The room that he thinks is quite large, complete with a tv, changing room, and bathroom there. Nayla's eyes were fixed on a nightstand with a picture of a woman. Nayla walked over, her hand taking the picture frame. He smiled knowing that it was a picture of himself.

“When do I have a photo of kayak gini?” Nayla did not feel that she had ever taken a photograph in a candid style as seen in the beautifully framed photo.

Nayla's eyes again focused on the photo of a very adorable little boy on display in the same place as her photo. Yeah, at the nightstand. Nayla took the photo, the boy's smile, his round eyes and cheeks looked absolutely adorable. “Handsome,” says Nayla. “But, who is he?” Nayla was made curious by the figure of the little boy.

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