Love From Facebook

Chapter 24

This is the second night Nayla is in Srinagar, Kashmir. She was done helping Hannah clean the dining table, and washes all the utensils. Nayla walked up the stairs, about to return to the room. Fahad is in his work house. Checking email—jobs sent by his secretary from New Delhi.

“Sister-in-law?” call Yumna when Nayla has just climbed two steps.

Nayla stopped her steps, she turned around. “Iya, Yumna?”

Yumna approached, smiling knots at Nayla. “Can I come to the room?”

“Sure, Yumna. Come.” Nayla reached out and was greeted by Yumna.

Yumna and Nayla are now sitting on the bed. Both talk about customs and tourist attractions in India and Indonesia. Yumna was very excited when discussing tourist attractions. He told Nayla that he was eager to go to Indonesia, but Fahad strictly forbade it.

“You don't mean, make it to Indonesia?” ask Nayla.

Yumna shook her head, “new nanya aja, Kak Fahad already angry. Especially if I make it,” he said in a clear tone.

“Fahad angry?” ask Nayla.

“Iya, Brother. Fahad is angry. Me and Yasmin rarely joke with him. Just spoken to by aja aja already angry.” Yumna spoke with conviction.

Nayla recalls the moment Fahad scolded her about the ring she had rejected. For the rest, he never saw a hot-tempered Fahad. Or maybe, not yet he saw the nature of Fahad that one. But, Nayla is very hard to believe if Fahad is an angry man.

During this time, Fahad always treated him well and the man also respected him a lot. Sometimes there is a little debate between them. But none of that had a major effect on Fahad's anger. Nayla and Fahad could have done well.

“What does Brother Fahad also scold you often, Brother?” ask Yumna.

Nayla shakes her head, “not, Yumna.”

“Kak Fahad is back. As before. Who is gentle with us, his sisters. Fahad is never angry unless we make a fatal mistake. But after her divorce—” Yumna stopped her speech. The look on his face was a deep sadness.

“You mean?” tanya Nayla who had already been made curious.

Yumna looked at Nayla, “since her divorce two years ago, Fahad turned grumpy. Everything was wrong, nothing was right in his eyes. All this because—”

“Yumna!” fahad's voice filled the room. Nayla and Yumna stood up, shocked at the arrival of the man they were talking about.

“Kakak.” The sad face turned fearful. Yumna lowered her head, not daring to look at her brother's face.

Yes, now Nayla can see the grumpy Fahad. As Yumna said. The atmosphere of the room turned gripping as Fahad's eyes stared intently.

“Back to your room!” fahad's orders to Yumna.

Yumna braced herself to raise her head. His eyes were ringing with the glare of his brother's sharp eyes. “Kak, I was—”

“Back to your room!” snapped Fahad again.

Without waiting any longer, Yumna immediately ran out of the room. His brother's anger exploded again. Really, it never occurred to me if Fahad still holds anger when someone talks about divorce. Yumna thought, the presence of Nayla will make talk about divorce in the past it will be a little died down—or even already forgotten by Fahad, her brother. But, in fact, not. Yumna knows where her fault lies. He regretted, had opened the wound of the divorce again.

“Ngapain you still stand there?” fahad's voice to Nayla.

“Fahad.” Nayla sees Fahad walking up to her. “Yumna was just—”

“What's free, huh?” Fahad Tukas.

“I-it, just chat with me.” Nayla was terrified, her sharp eyes like a starving lion. Who are ready to pounce on their prey.

“Go to bed!” Fahad's orders.

“Iya, but don't be mad at Yumna. He is not wrong.”

“As far as I am, want to be angry what not.” Fahad stared hard. There was no usual tenderness as the man's eyes looked at Najla.

“Iya. But, kan—”

“Sleep! I said sleep now!”

Nayla climbed onto the bed, covering her entire body with a blanket. He felt annoyed that Fahad did not want to listen to his explanation at all.

Nayla uncovers a bit of her blanket, checking for the whereabouts of Fahad who may have come out of the room.

“Ngapain open again?” shocked Nayla saw Fahad still standing in his original position. It was like being caught cheating. “Sleeping job!” fahad's orders were firm.

“Iya, this is sleeping.” Nayla Pasrah.

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The cold morning greeted Nayla from her deep sleep. He squirms, stretching the muscles of his body that feels stiff. After making the bed, Nayla rushed into the bathroom, cleaning herself.

Fahad knocked on the door many times. However, there is no word from Nayla. He decided to open the door that was not in the key and then stepped in. The empty and neat bed was able to give Fahad an answer that Nayla was in the bathroom.

Fahad walked to the dressing room next to the bathroom—more precisely, the room was one way to the bathroom.

Fahad chose to change clothes and prepare himself in his room—which is now Nayla's bedroom. Today he had to go to the saffron garden, also to the place of production.

Nayla opened the bathroom door, she was surprised by the presence of Fahad who was taking a watch in her accessories closet. Nayla quickly closed the door. It was impossible for her to go out of the bathroom without the hijab covering her head.

“Fahad?” call Nayla.

“Iya, Darling,” says Fahad. “You're done?” tanyakanya.

“Iya. Fahad, would you please get me a rectangular hijab in my suitcase? The navy color. Also hijab clip on nightstand.”

Fahad gets Nayla the hijab she wants after confirming her request for help. After giving it to Nayla, Fahad now picks up a pair of shoes. He sat on the couch and wore it there.

Nayla who had finished wearing the hijab was approaching Fahad, he sat next to his lover. “Why are you wearing shoes? Where to?” cerca Nayla's.

“I have to go to the saffron garden, darling. Also to the production site,” replied Fahad who was still busy wearing shoes. “I have to check the saffron to be sent to Malaysia and Singapore.”

“I'm alone here,” said Nayla listlessly. His face was instantly gloomy as soon as he knew Fahad would be far away from him. Yes, just for today. But, it felt like he really could not be far from that man. Nayla is still trying to fit in the middle of the Fahad family.

Fahad finished wearing the shoes. He tilted his seat, facing Nayla. “I wasn't long, though. When I'm done, I'll definitely go home. Just today, tomorrow I'm home.” Fahad tried to understand.

Nayla nodded. Again, he cannot be selfish. She is not the wife of Fahad Malik Khan. On the other hand, it would not be nice if he forbade Fahad to go to the garden and saffron flower production. It was a family venture and also it was Fahad's job. Nayla realized, she must be able to support whatever Fahad did. As long as it's still in the positive circle—a good thing.

“You are not alone. Yasmin will not go to work, she will nemenin you at home.” Fahad grabbed Nayla's fingers, grasping them tightly. Fahad understood, Nayla was afraid of being away from him. It was he who brought Nayla, of course, can be ascertained also, that only he was the one who was the back and the strength.

“Do you want to come?” Fahad made an offer.

“Nmobile. Shame to see people,” says Nayla.

“Yes, justin. I invite my own wife, not someone else's wife.”

A pinch landed on Fahad's stomach. “Then by the way, love ngaco!” nayla.

“Kok, ngaco, anyway?” Fahad grimaced in pain, his hand still touching the part of the stomach that was pinched by Nayla earlier.

“I'm not your wife.”

“In a minute, right, so wife. It doesn't matter if I talk to people from now on, if you're my wife.” Fahad.

“Iya, yes. Up.” Nayla scowled in annoyance.

Fahad chuckles at Nayla, his hand pointing to pinch the little nose of her lover. Fahad invites Nayla down, for breakfast together.

“I want to actually pigtail hair first, you go down first aja.” Nayla.

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