Love From Facebook

Chapter 29

Srinagar, Kashmir.

The warm rays of the morning sun, the chirping of birds that are mutually unpretentious, make Nayla's mood very calm. Beautiful views always spoil the eyes. The expanse of green valleys, as well as clear rivers .. It was certain that Nayla's eyes would linger looking at her.

Did he go to the garden again today?

Inner Nayla asked. He saw the number of hours listed on the screen of his phone .. also there was no knock on the door and the sound of Fahad calling him. He was getting nervous waiting. Deciding to go down on her own and help Hannah might be better, Nayla thought.

His hand was pointing, opening the door. A warm smile greeted him after the door opened perfectly.

“Fahad?” nayla's face was sparkling happily. With a smile he slipped on his lips.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” says Fahad.

“Wa'alaikumsalam.” Answer Nayla.

The two of them still looked at each other.—the non-fading smile of the two. “Nungguin, yes?” fahad's question answered by Nayla— is still with a smile. “Masa, anyway? Why look at me so much, you like that?”

Nayla thugs, “have figured it out, right? Why is it still, anyway!” exciting Nayla.

Fahad chuckles, pinches Nayla's petite nose squash. He stepped in—towards the dressing room, picked up a shirt. Nayla was still standing in her original position, waiting for Fahad to finish wearing the shirt.

“Sorry,” said Nayla after Fahad finished wearing a black shirt with long sleeves. The two sat on the sofa, looking at each other with eyes full of happiness.

“Sorry because I have to go back and forth to grab a shirt here?” fahad and Nayla asked. “Excessive. I'm all right. Yes, if you want me not to go back and forth is also okay, I just stay here just continue. Night time.”

The pinch landed on Fahad's arm, from Nayla of course. “Ngaco!” yells.

Fahad said that he would not go to the garden or to the production site, he wanted to take Nayla around Srinagar, Kashmir, enjoying the endless beauty of it.

“Let's go to Dal lake, there we can take a boat.” Fahad.

As the two stood up to exit the room, a tinge of messenger notifications could be heard from Nayla's phone. The cell phone lying on the bed was immediately picked up by Fahad.

Nayla just kept quiet, observing Fahad who swiped the phone's screen—an occasional look of Fahad's eyes pointed at Nayla with a sharp eye highlight.

Message from who? Why is his face so angry?

Nayla. He approached and asked who the sender of the message was. No answer came out of the man's lips, he was still reading the contents of the message.

“Who is he?” fahad asked with sharp eyes that hit Nayla.

“Who?” ask Nayla. His hand wants to take over his phone from Fahad's hand, but the man keeps it away. “Who, Fahad? If you don't show me how can I answer who.” is

Fahad also gave the phone to Nayla, “dia who?” ask again.

Nayla's eyebrows are tied together, “I don't know.”

Fahad took the phone back. “If you don't know, why did he send you the same message? And not just one person, many who send messages to you. Everything from India, Pakistan, and Nepal.” Fahad's furious. His eyes grew sharp and he looked at Nayla.

“Yes, his name is Facebook, must have sent a lot of messages. You must be like that, right? Many girls send messages.” Nayla defended herself. Because he doesn't feel like he's doing anything out of bounds. A lot of people were texting him, but he ignored it and blocked the account of the man who sent him a disrespectful message.

“This again. Who's Naseer? Why does he know that you're in India?” ask Fahad.

“I don't know, Fahad, maybe he knew from my story at the airport yesterday. I tagged location, right.”

The quiet morning changed with a bit of debate between them. Debate about the sender of the message. Fahad with jealousy wrapped in anger asked all things to Nayla. Starting from when the lover was friends with the man. Does Nayla know the man longer than she knows him.

Stupid question. Well, that's not a stupid question according to Fahad, but it's all very sickening for Nayla. A question that is not really important.

“You can delete the reply message. Let me not know. I blocked all your Facebook friends who are guys.”

“Yeah, Fahad! Whatever your thoughts and whatever you do. Whatever!”

Nayla leaves Fahad, she exits the room with emotions that have ignited her heart and mind. He walked quickly, went down the stairs then headed to the kitchen—helped Hannah.

Nayla is relentlessly grumbling about Fahad's attitude. He tried to understand the man's jealousy, but whatever he described was never heard by Fahad. His girlfriend had already deduced everything herself. Negative thinking.

Arriving in the kitchen, she doesn't show what just happened in front of Hannah. He chose silence, then helped the housekeeper at Fahad's house. He saw Ammi who was walking again in the yard with Fatimah's mother. Yasmin and Yumna, however, did not leave the room.

The footsteps of Fahad's sandals rang out, Nayla glanced at a glance as the man walked towards her. Soon Nayla took the filled cup of tea and brought it to Fahad.

“Sini, sit.” Nayla pulls Fahad's wrist and leads him to sit on the dining table chair. “Shut up and drink your tea,” ketus Nayla. He put the tea cup on the table.

“You angry?” fahad asked before Nayla turned her body to return to the kitchen.

Nayla smiled, looking once that smile was forced by her. “Neg. Hunting at his tea.”

A smile etched on Fahad's lips, Nayla's anger was adorable to her.

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Fahad asks Ammi for permission that he will take Nayla out, enjoying the beauty of Srinagar. Yes, of course Ammi allows.

Nayla refuses, not in front of Ammi of course. He was in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window. He was already very upset about Fahad's attitude, so he refused to leave. In fact, he really wants to enjoy the beauty of Srinagar, Kashmir.

Fahad's persuasion and seduction successfully make Nayla memiyani the man's invitation. The appeal of the beauty of Dal Lake is very famous in Srinagar. The area which is also referred to as Heaven on Earth presents a view of the lake that will spoil the eyes. There is also a lodging— made of wood— on the water with a friendly price in the pockets of backpackers. Price can also be negotiated.

The same is the case with the price to ride a sikhara— boat a paddle boat that will take you around the lake. The tourists always ride the boat roofed cloth and bench with pillow to satisfy their desires.

Once there, Fahad takes Nayla on a boat. As if forgotten by her anger, Nayla endlessly spread a smile to see Dal Lake which was able to make her fall in love at first sight. The paddle boats took them around the lake, a vast expanse of water and views of the mountains and lodging houses really spoil Nayla's eyes.

“Morning here is also a floating market, darling, the sellers bring their wares on the boat. Not only buyers from here alone, even tourists are also willing to rent a boat early in the morning. No one else has been disappointed at that hour. But if according to the agreement, it must be between.” Fahad explained.

Yes, the floating market is the same as the floating market in Kalimantan, Indonesia. Sellers at the floating market in Kashmir sometimes barter for each of their wares.

Nayla reached into her jacket pocket—intending to take a photo. His lips were throbbing when he remembered the phone that made him quarrel with Fahad this morning. Nayla was suddenly silent, she who had originally invited Fahad to speak, now chose to ignore the man. His eyes were thrown in any direction.

“Sayang.” call Fahad but there is no word from his lover. “Honey,” call Fahad again.

Fahad grabbed Nayla's fingers, grasping them tightly. “You still want to be quiet, do we take photos now? Mumpung shikaranya has not arrived on land.”

“Where to take photos? I just didn't bring a phone!” ketus Nayla's.

“Oh.” Fahad nodded, he understood why Nayla was suddenly silent and ignored him. “Still angry about this morning.” Fahad reached into the pocket of his jeans, took his cell phone and handed it to Nayla. “This, use my phone. I'll send it to you.”

The two took photos together with the help of the boat owner. “You smile or I push into the lake?!” gertak Fahad's.

Nayla snorted in annoyance. “Yes, smile, nih!” she said while putting on a smile that made her face more beautiful in Fahad's eyes.

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