Love From Facebook

Chapter 27

Anyone, would want to forget every bad thing. Forgive anyone who scratches the wound. Peace with the heart so that at every step the foot brings, always sprinkled with infinite goodness.

The loud ringing of the cell phone scattered Nayla's daydream. He took the flat object that was lying on the nightstand. Andi's name is there. In the sliding of the green dial icon then bring the phone closer to the ear.

“Mbak, why, don't you call Andi? Have you forgotten your own sister?”

Andi's cry greeted Nayla, making a smile etched on the woman's lips. “Kok, don't say hello first?”

“Lup. Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa'alaikumsalam. How are you?” ask Nayla.

“It wasn't good, but now it's Nayla's voice. So well, deh,” relieved Andi after being able to hear her brother's voice.

The sister's conversation continued through a video call. Andi's longing for Nayla was slightly treated when she could see her brother's face.

Like a child complaining to his mother, Andi told Nayla everything. He also felt lonely at home alone. Since Nayla is not home, she always sleeps in her sister's room. That way, he felt that Nayla was beside him. Always with.

“But sorry, Ma'am, his pillow yesterday got iler,” Andi said while laughing.

“Jorok!” exciting Nayla. “Just later if Mbak has come home, buy a new pillow.”

“No money!”

Andi's eyes capture a picture of Aadil on the nightstand as Nayla slightly shifts her seat. He also asked who the figure of the child in the picture frame was.

Nayla says the child is Fahad's son, and is dead. The rest, Nayla promised to tell later after she returned to Indonesia.

No. gabe. Andi also did not feel disappointed about the figure of Fahad who apparently already had a child. It's just, Andi thought it would be better to speak everything from the start. Shouldn't there be lies in every relationship? Thought Andi.

“Fahad isn't lying, Andi, maybe he's not ready to tell you about his past. Mbak understands, really, he has had injuries in the past that only he knows what it feels like. That's Fahad's privacy. Although later married, there are times when the couple wants to have their own privacy. No problem with that.”

Nayla's narration makes Andi silent a thousand languages. Yes, it is true. Everyone wants privacy, and not everything has to be told. Especially if it is already a heart injury. I don't know how hard it is for a person to heal his own heart from a wound. Only he was injured, who understood the difficulty.

An hour ago, the two exchanged stories and stories. Andi intended a video call, because he would go to Mas Arif's house.

“Mbak Indah told me to go there. Don't know what masakin.” Andi.

“Yes, be careful. Greetings to everyone, yes.” The video call connection has been cut off after greeting.

***

The twilight is showing its beauty. There were no signs of Fahad's arrival. There was no message or call from the man. Nayla's tired of checking her phone—which might have been a message from Fahad.

Feeling bored, Nayla decides to go down to the kitchen, helping Hannah and Fatimah's mother. Ammi is seen approaching her son-in-law.

“Nayla, if you do not match the food, you can cook anything as you wish.” Ammi smiled knot. His words were full of tenderness.

“Iya. I can eat anything, Ammi.”

Ammi looks very fond and can accept Nayla in the middle of their family. Nayla could feel that. It is no secret that it is very difficult to get the blessing of an Indian man married to a foreign woman. And vice versa.

The Fahad family is not like that, they are quite open minded. They can adjust the development of the times, not confined to a tradition.

After what happened to the fate of Fahad's household, Ammi does not want the song match her son with anyone. Many showed photos of women matching their families, but Ammi refused. He did not want to get his son hurt again.

Not the wrong match. Only, Ammi chose to give her own choice to her son. Fahad is an adult, of course he can choose what is good and bad for himself.

Little by little Nayla can adjust to the habits of the Fahad family. Differences in culture, customs, and of course differences in the way of thinking of a family can not be denied, it must exist. So far, Ammi and Nayla can understand that.

It's okay, they try to unite the differences into a uniqueness of its own. It's great to share habits with each country. Whether from food, how to cook, how to dress and so forth. The conversation about cultural differences was very pleasant.

“Wa'alaikumsalam, Nak,” Ammi replied. He kissed her youngest daughter's cheek.

Yumna greet Nayla, “hai, Sister-in-law.”

“Hai, Yumna. How's college?”

“Boring!” yumna who got laughter from everyone. He said goodbye to the event after previously he took a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator.

“Ammi, Nayla excuse me for a minute.” Nayla put down the knife she used to cut the vegetables. He soon passes from the kitchen after Ammi confirms his words.

He knocked on the white door slowly and called out Yumna's name. A sweet smile greeted Nayla as Yumna opened the door. He allowed his sister-in-law to enter.

“Sister, did Brother Fahad scold you last night?” ask Yumna.

Nayla shook her head, “I just want to apologize to you. Fahad yelled at you, and it was all because of me.”

“No, Brother. I'm okay, right, I'm wrong.” Yumna clasped Nayla's hand. The glare of the eye implies an honesty, that he did not blame Nayla for Fahad's anger at him last night.

Yumna said; she was used to her brother's sudden anger. He quite understands the heart injury that Fahad has been feeling.

“True, are you okay?” Nayla.

Yumna nodded, smiling sincerely wholeheartedly. “Later I apologize if Brother Fahad has come home.”

***

The moonlight and the cold of the night welcomed Nayla. His girlfriend did not come home. The longing poked into Nayla's heart. After dinner and helping Hannah clean all the utensils, Fahad never came home or just sent a message that he would be home late.

Nayla felt sad if she had to send a message first, asking when her lover came home. He was afraid to interfere with Fahad's work that had been neglected because of the affairs for those who were separated.

Still wearing her hijab, Nayla sat on the floor of the room, leaning on the bed. Hugging his knees and feeling the wind that hit his face from the window he accidentally opened.

Why haven't you come home yet? It's late at night. What time do you want to go home?

Nayla's heart kept wondering. He closed his eyes, feeling more the wind, so that his longing was swept away by the wind. Hope the wind that brings that longing gets to its destination, Fahad.

“His longing is easy, do not rampage. Pity that does not miss so come to the broom miss,” muttered Nayla who made her laugh amused herself with eyes still closed.

A gentle touch landed on the cheek. His surprise forced his eyes to open. The face she missed was right in front of her eyes.

“You've come home?”

Fahad nodded, “iya, Darling. This is me in front of you. Kangen, yes?” Fahad nosed Nayla's nose.

A punch Nayla lay, right on Fahad's arm. “Evicious, uh! He said go home fast, year until night.” Nayla grunted in annoyance.

“She said kangen.” Fahad. “Kok, hit? Everywhere, those kangen are kissed.”

One punch back in Fahad received in the same place. “Ngaco, ih!”

“Iya, yes, sorry. I was so busy, I forgot to forget about you.” Fahad touched Nayla's head gently. “You've eaten?” her question was answered by a nod of the head by Nayla.

“You already?” ask Nayla back.

Fahad also nodded, “I take a shower first, you just wait here. Later we go down together.”

Nayla obeyed Fahad's orders, she remained in the room with the door wide open. So that there is no misunderstanding if someone finds them together.

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