Love From Facebook

Chapter 23

The sun has sunk. Replaced with the beauty of the moon that shines upon Srinagar. Nayla was standing behind Fahad's window. Enjoying the night air of Srinagar, look at the beauty of God's creation is truly extraordinary. The window she opened. The wind made Nayla feel a very sleepy feeling.

He walked over to the sofa by leaving the window open. He lay down, fixed with the pasmina he was still wearing. Slowly, his eyes began to close. Nayla also slept without a pillow that supported her head.

Seeing the door of his room slightly open, Fahad decided to enter. Nayla was asleep. He approached, sitting on the floor, looking at the shady face of the woman he loved.

“He must be very tired.” Fahad murmured softly.

Fahad was still looking at that face. A smile was etched as they recalled their first meeting. An angry Nayla, Nayla tells him to return to India immediately. Also Nayla who used to reject it on the grounds of social differences.

Slowly, he manages to grab Nayla's heart and love. With his tenacity and sincerity, Fahad manages to make room for himself in Nayla's heart. The space of the heart that he will close, and only he who now lives there. He will not give another man a chance to open the door of Nayla's heart. He is determined that he will make Nayla always fall in love, always giving Nayla happiness throughout her life.

The divorce that left a scratch on her heart, now fades and heals after Nayla's presence in her life. Back to knowing love, back to knowing love, and back to feeling the real life. Fahad was already sad enough and hated love after his divorce. Now, love filled the recesses of his heart. Nayla was present in every room of her heart.

Nayla. His eyes were still adjusting to the blinding refraction of light. A warm smile greeted him. That smile is contagious. He smiled after his eyes were in a straight line with Fahad.

“Why sleep on the sofa?” ask Fahad.

Nayla sat her body perfectly. After Fahad who stood and sat next to the woman. “Yes, want to be on the couch. What are you doing here?” ask Nayla.

“I want to sleep, this is my room.”

“Keep, where do I sleep?” ask Nayla again.

Fahad replied, “ here too.”

“Fahad, don't ngaco, ah! I don't like.” Nayla throws an upset.

“Why? We, too, will get married. So it doesn't matter if we sleep in the room,” lightly Fahad said that.

Fear ambushes Nayla, thinking that Fahad will do more. Remember it was his room and his house.

“Ya, I'm out.” Nayla stood up. But Fahad quickly pulls Nayla's wrist and leads her to sit back.

Adorable. Fahad is always made anxious by Nayla's attitude when sulking. Not saying much, Nayla would choose to give in and be quiet. Indeed, it was that nature and attitude that made Fahad anxious and wanted to pinch Nayla's tiny lips and nose.

“I'm kidding, I'll sleep in the guest room,” Fahad said gently.

“You are, anyway! Kan, I'm so—”

“You scared?” fahad asked who was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla. “Ck! I, right, have told you. I love you, how could I destroy the woman I love? That's impossible, dear.”

“The name is also cat. There's a big fish, yes, definitely pounced on,” Nayla's lips cut.

“I'm a good cat, darling.” Fahad pinches Nayla's nose. “You like Kashmir, don't you?”

Nayla nodded. She is in love with Srinagar, Kashmir. “I like atmosphere, river, air, and everything.”

“Then it is, don't go home.”

“Mrs Nayla Fahad Khan.” Tukas Fahad followed by his little laugh and also Nayla.

Nayla was about to ask about a picture of a child still neatly displayed on the nightstand, next to her photo, to Fahad. However, his heart hesitated. Afraid that Fahad would be offended. Nayla quite understand, maybe Fahad has not wanted to tell about who the child is.

He will wait for Fahad himself to tell him all his past. About her previous home life.

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The sound of the dawn wake Nayla up. He found a blanket wrapped around his body and walked into the bathroom.

After finishing the service, Nayla was still in her room. He wanted to get out, but he was afraid and hesitated because Fahad never came to him.

Is Fahad still sleeping? Did I just call him, huh? ask Nayla to herself. Many times he saw the wall clock, the day was getting brighter. The sun was beginning to show its light. Fahad, I'm afraid I'm going down by myself.

Not long after, the sound of knocking on the door made Nayla turn her head and then move to open the door after hearing Fahad call her. “You why kama so much, anyway?! I can't go down.” Read Nayla.

Not annoyed because the morning had got anger from Nayla, Fahad actually smiled knot got that anger. “Sorry. I forgot if there was a you—”

“Means?” tukas Nayla while looking at Fahad sharply.

“Gini, Dear ..” Fahad leads Nayla to sit on the sofa. “I was still checking the job sent there my secretary, I have not been to the office for a long time. Many jobs nepang.”

Fahad's explanation immediately made Nayla bow her gaze in any direction. He felt so selfish, not thinking about the man's work. “Sorry, I also forgot that you haven't been in work for a long time because of me.” Say it with a soft.

“Not because of you, I'm the one who underestimated the responsibility.” Fahad gave an understanding. “Come, we're down.” Take Fahad. The man took Nayla's hand to the bottom floor.

Nayla conveyed her intention to help prepare breakfast, hence ... Fahad escorts Nayla to the kitchen area, then she sits in the living room to keep an eye on Nayla.

This time Hannah was not alone, there was Fatimah's mother there too. Just like Hannah, Fatimah's mother was also a domestic assistant in Fahad's family. Hannah and Fatimah's mother refused to help Nayla. They both advise Nayla to sit down with Fahad. But Nayla still insisted on helping.

Fahad sees Nayla deftly building both her home assistants. Fahad knew Nayla would not be able to keep quiet. It's not her lover's habit.

“Kak Fahad, again see what?” Yumna came and sat down next to her brother.

“Again viewin—”

“Against view mistress, yes?” yumna Tukas. Fahad chuckled at Yumna's words. His hands ruffled the brother's long hair with his anxiety, making Yumna scowl annoyed.

All the families gathered at the dinner table. Nayla helps Hannah serve all the family members. A little awkward, because Ammi did not let go of her eyes. The middle-aged woman put on awe after seeing Nayla. The woman his son loved.

No. .. Not Nayla is looking for face. After all, he had it too. Why look for a face if one face alone is enough to drain the wallet to buy skincare.

Everything Nayla did was sincere from the bottom of her heart. He always applies, does anything with all his heart. Whether it is helping people, doing work, even if when he finds something or something that does not make his heart feel good ..he will try to keep bringing sincerity and patience in his heart. Nayla believes that whatever is accompanied by sincerity and patience, will certainly get good. Allah will not deny His people patience.

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