Love From Facebook

Chapter 28

The knocking of the door sounded. Hannah came up with a tray that had two cups of tea on it. Hannah said Fahad used to drink tea after he came home from work.

Nayla nodded, received the tray and put it on the sofa table.

The bathroom door opened, looking Fahad out wearing only long casual pants and bare chest. Suddenly Nayla closed her eyes with both palms, cupping her own face.

“Where is your body, Fahad?!” exciting Nayla.

Fahad walked over to Nayla, then sat down next to her lover. “I've been wearing clothes, kok,” said Fahad while touching the tip of Nayla's head.

“Long!” nayla. He did not give a gap in both eyes to enjoy the scenery that he should not be able to fully enjoy.

“Kok, know? You are looking, right?” Fahad Goda.

Nayla was upset, she stomped her feet on the floor. “Fahad, don't joke, it's us alone in the room. I don't want to if—”

“What time?” Fahad Tukas.

Nayla shakes hard, “already hunted wearing clothes!”

Fahad laughed at Nayla. He did not mean weird when out of the bathroom with bare chest, yes .. just a little teasing Nayla only. He stood up, picked up a plain white t-shirt in his closet.

“Udah. Open his eyes.” Fahad sat down next to Nayla.

“Really? Udah?” Nayla. After Fahad said it, and he who did believe it also finally lowered both hands. Open your eyes slowly. “Sucks!”

“Handering, Honey. So scared of you?” ask Fahad.

Nayla shakes her head, because she already understands that Fahad will not do anything beyond bounds. “Not afraid of you, but afraid of the same slander people.”

“Iya, yes.” Fahad touched the soft end of Nayla's head.

Amidst the chatter, Yumna came and knocked on the door. “Kakak,” call him in a soft voice. His eyes showed a fear of their own. Afraid that Fahad would still scold him.

“Can I come in?” his question answered a nod of the head by Fahad, also one finger hinted for Yumna to get closer to him.

Yumna was already standing near her brother—still looking down in fear. “I'm sorry, Brother, I'm guilty. I don't know that, Brother, I haven't told you anything about sister-in-law. I—”

“Yumna!” fahad firmly. He stood up—right against Yumna. “You know, right? I don't like talking about that day. You know for yourself how your hard-earned brother tried to be okay.”

“Kakak.” Yumna hugged Fahad, “sorry, I'm sorry, sister. I'm really nyesel. Don't get mad.”

“Yumna,” Fahad's voice now sounds soft. Her hand gently stroked her sister's hair, also returning the sister's embrace warmly. “So I'm not angry, Yumna. Brother just don't like you to discuss that problem again.”

Nayla who was sitting on the sofa, had noticed Fahad and Yumna, was made a little upset by Fahad's words. “Not angry? Well, yesterday was it if not angry? Laugh?” he murmured with a wit. But unfortunately, Fahad can still hear the murmur.

Fahad parsed his arms, sat down next to Nayla. “What did you say?”

“A—I don't say anything.” Nayla blinked, she answered stammeringly.

“You think I'm not horrified? I heard all your words!” fahad's tone of voice returned firmly.

There was a little discussion between them. And Yumna, just being a spectator. Confused? Sure. But let it be, he put on his smile—enjoying the commotion of these lovers.

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After dinner, Fahad escorted Nayla back to the upper room. Not yet at the destination, Nayla thought about asking Fahad about Aadil directly.

Be honest. Nayla felt she really needed to ask that. He wanted to hear it directly from Fahad. As per his promise to Yasmin, that he would not tell Fahad that his lover's first sister had told him everything about Aadil.

“Fahad, I want to talk to you briefly.” Nayla invites Fahad to come in, then sits on the sofa of the room.

He walked to the nightstand, took a photo of Aadil, and followed Fahad sitting on the sofa. Fahad took a long breath. Yes, he thought that it was time to tell Nayla, his future wife.

Telling her past story, her household story. Fahad is very sick to remember. But Nayla has a right to know. He doesn't want to hide anything.

“Sorry,” the first word that comes out of Fahad's lips. He took over a photograph of Aadil from Nayla's hand. “Sorry, honey, I never told you about my son,”.

Nayla touches Fahad's shoulder, putting a smile on his face for his girlfriend. “I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm too presumptuous to know your past.” Speak softly.

Fahad who was looking down— looked at Aadil's photo, shook his head slowly, “I should have told this story to you. But I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready to remember those days. When I die, my heart dies, my love dies too. I don't know what else to do.”

“Aadil go, he go leave me. I don't know what else to do. I'm mad at Aadil's mother, I hate her.” Fahad held back his emotions. Really, he felt so claustrophobic considering Aadil's mother. “I hate him. I can't forgive her, because she Aadil left my life.”

Fahad's voice rang out trembling, his hatred deeply ingrained in the depths of the heart. How could he possibly forget the scar of his first love. The first love to paint a dark history in his life.

Nayla sees Fahad shedding tears. The corner of his heart felt sore, he could feel the pain of Fahad's heart all this time. The man really loved his son ..the adorable son, the son he loved so much. Now, Fahad can no longer see Aadil's adorable behavior, hearing her happy laughter. All that remains is pain over what happened to her son.

Fahad wiped away his tears, facing Nayla with a smile and happy sparkling eyes.

“Now, I can't be sad anymore. There are you who heal my heart. There are you who always manage to help me forget those difficult times,” said Fahad.

Nayla smiled, “not me, this has all become the path of our destiny. There is always happiness behind the crying. I'm sure, Aadil is now also happy to see that you are back as before. You can't be drawn into grief and hatred, God doesn't like that.”

Fahad put a photo of Aadil on the table, he grabbed Nayla—'s fingers tightly grasped it. “Iya, Aadil is also happy to have a mother like you.”

“You don't feel like I'm being deceived, do you? You're not gonna leave me, are you?” cerca Fahad's.

Nayla shook her head, “ the past is everyone's right. Whether you want to disclose it or not, it's a personal right. I'm not angry, it's your past, which I know, now you're all right.”

“You won't leave me, right?” ask Fahad again.

“There is no reason to leave you. I should have asked that. You are Fahad Malik Khan and I am only Nayla Anjani. We are different, falling in love with you is sal—”

“I just asked, you will leave me or not. Why answer everywhere? Get further!” fahad, who was upset, said Nayla, again discussed their differences.

“Yes, not that. Right, reality is like that. You and I are—”

“Nayla!”

If the name is already out of Fahad's lips, it's a sign that he's already starting to get angry. Angry, saturated with Nayla's thoughts about differences.

Nayla looked down, afraid of the eyes of the man before her. “Don't do that, your eyes will jump, how?” lirih Nayla's.

Unable to stand Nayla's words, Fahad laughed as he pinched the cheek of his lover with anxiety. “One more time you discuss who we are, I make sure you go back to Indonesia already have the title Mrs Fahad Malik Khan. Point!”

Nayla raised her face, her lips pursed, and with her eyebrows twitching together. “Not funny!”

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