Love From Facebook

Chapter 22

Nayla sat her body on the bed. He looked at the photo of the little boy. The boy was handsome, adorable and his laughter looked full of happiness. Nayla's hand felt the photo, her lips curled into a smile.

But, before long, the curiosity of who the little boy was back to disturb his heart. During this time, Nayla never asked about Fahad's past until deep inside. He was afraid that Fahad would be offended by his question. Fahad never tells his past in detail to Nayla. Fahad only said that he was a widower, he divorced his wife two years ago.

“What is he his son Fahad?” ask Nayla to herself. “His face does look like Fahad, especially these eyes. Very similar to Fahad. Like a copy-an.” Nayla was drowning in confusion.

The knock on the door roused Nayla from her daydream of curiosity. He quickly put the picture frame of the little boy back into place. Fahad's voice called out to him. Nayla immediately opened the door.

“I thought you were sleeping,” Fahad said after the door opened.

“Neg. What's up?” ask Nayla. Fahad said his intention was to take his change of clothes in his bedroom closet. Nayla lets Fahad in, with the door still wide open.

“In the meantime we'll be down for lunch, I'll be here again.” Fahad has taken his clothes.

“Iya. I take a shower first,” said Nayla. Fahad stepped out of the room. But a call from Nayla stopped her footsteps.

He turned around and went back to Nayla. “Iya, what's up?” ask Fahad.

Nayla's lips are twisted. He stared at the two beads of Fahad's eyes in turn. He wanted to ask about the photo of the child. The boy was about a year old. However, doubt and Nayla who was afraid Fahad was offended, preferred to undo her intention to ask.

“What do you want to say?” ask Fahad.

Nayla shook her head, “nothing. I just called aja.”

Fahad felt anxious for Nayla, at the pull of the tiny nose with his anxiety. “Don't make me anxious, I'm afraid of keblasan.” Fahad.

Nayla thaws, “don't be weird! I'm out there, I'm going to take a shower.” Fahad chuckled, he exited the room and closed the door without making a sound.

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Fahad climbed back upstairs, he invited Nayla to go down to the dining room. Ammi and her sisters are waiting. There is no dining table, they eat on the floor under a carpet that is thick enough. On the other side of the dining room, there is a dining table that somehow they do not use the table chair to eat. Nayla was astonished by that.

“Now summer, we used to eat below like this. Just like you and Andi. In winter, we just ate at the dinner table,” said Fahad who had sat side by side with Nayla and Ammi.

Fahad seemed to understand the question in Nayla's mind. “But we eat more often at the dining table, Ammi will have difficulty waking up if eating below like this.” Fahad.

“If so, why not eat at the dinner table?” ask Nayla to Fahad.

Fahad smiled, “Ammi wants you to eat like a Kashmiri. Because it's like that here. Eat lesehan.”

“Yes, already, tomorrow-tomorrow eating at the dinner table. Poor Ammi.” Nayla.

They immediately started lunch. This is the first time Nayla has eaten Kashmir. There are biryani and some other foods. Nayla looked at the food with a big question mark on her head. Either he can eat foreign food on his tongue or not. For biryani, Nayla is no stranger to the food menu. But for another food menu?

“Honey, this must fit on your tongue. In Indonesia there is also something like this.” Fahad got me a matschgand on Nayla's plate. “Matchgand this tastes good. He's from the flesh. Like meatballs, right?” Nayla nodded. “This red sauce is spicy, you must like.” Fahad.

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“Yes, Bi—”

“Call me Ammi, same as Fahad. Don't aunty.” Tukas Ammi's.

Nayla smiles knot, “iya, A-Ammi.”

“Goodbye, Sister-in-law.” Yasmin and Yumna.

Ammi smiles happily when she can see the smile of Fahad, her son. It had been two years since the divorce, his son had turned into a quiet person, sometimes also an irritable person. His son also turned into someone who ‘gila works’. Every day his son would leave early in the morning for the saffron garden, then return late at night. Fahad also never ate together like today, when there was Nayla.

Since getting to know Nayla, Ammi feels her son has returned as before. His son is warm and loves his family. In the past, Fahad never missed a meal together and there was always time for family. Fahad will never come home late at night. Even if Fahad is in New Delhi, taking care of the company he is building, Fahad never a day without calling Ammi and his two younger siblings. But that all changed when the divorce came.

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After lunch, Fahad and Nayla sit in the living room with Ammi. While Yasmin and Yumna, they went into their respective rooms on the second floor.

Fahad is making a voice call with someone Nayla doesn't know who it is. Even with the talk of what Fahad is discussing. Nayla did not understand Kashmiri at all, she knew very little about Hindi. It's just—one two words only.

Nayla is seen peeling oranges and presenting them to Ammi. “Nayla, can Ammi ask you something?”

“Iya. Ammi want to ask what?” ask Nayla. Fahad, who listened, chose to end his call and pretended to be busy with the folding computer he was holding.

Ammi touches Nayla's fingers. “Nak, Ammi is old. When are you getting married?”

Ammi's question seemed to hit Nayla's heart. He really did not expect that Ammi would ask about marriage so soon. When married? Nayla and Fahad haven't talked about it yet. Yes, Fahad does always say about marriage, but it has not really reached when and how their marriage will take place. Just a word, for Nayla.

“Ammi, Nayla—”

“Ammi.” Fahad puts his laptop on the table, he sits down, between Ammi and Nayla. “We will be getting married soon, but not yet for the near future. Ammi knows for herself, right? I find it very difficult to get the love of this woman sitting next to Ammi. Especially to get married, I have to fight more for him,” said Fahad gently while holding Ammi's hand.

“Fahad, Ammi is old. Before Ammi is called by Allah, Ammi wants to see you married.”

“Ammi, don't talk about it anymore. Fahad doesn't like it. How many times Fahad said, Ammi will stay with us. Fahad gets married and has children. It was also until the two daughters of Ammi got married and had children. Ammi will always be healthy and with us.”

The narration of Fahad made Nayla speech a thousand languages, whether the reaction as he had to show. Surprised, happy, or sad. Now Fahad also grabbed his hand, smiling knots at him. “Honey, before we leave for India, we already talked about marriage, right?” asked Fahad who didn't get any answers from Nayla.

“We have agreed that later you have returned to Indonesia, we immediately take care of the letter and terms of marriage, right?”

Huh huh? When's? Ask Nayla in my heart.

“Iya, right, Darling?” ask Fahad again.

“I-iya.” Nayla nodded. I don't know what it will be like, which is clear he has to nod for now.

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