Love From Facebook

Chapter 3

After informing Andi if he will be home late, Nayla took the menubook—views the hotel's food menu list. He decided to order one spaghetti and two steaks, not to forget he also ordered two orange juice. One steak he asked to pack, because he would take it home, for Andi .

Sounding, the sound of the bathroom door opened, immediately Nayla's gaze was fixed on the source of the sound.

Masha Allah is the beauty of your creation, the towel is still on the neck and the wet hair is still ruffled, he is cute. Nayla was silent, her eyes still glaring at the Indian man in front of her.

Eh, astagfirullah, forgive me O Allah. Don't be fascinated by Nayla, don't be! Nayla suddenly regained consciousness as Afsal smiled at her. Nayla turned her face away, pretending to be busy with her phone.

It's adorable! Inner Fahad.

The doorbell rang out, breaking the silence between Nayla and Fahad. Nayla took the wallet in her bag, went to the door and opened it.

Fahad saw the hotel attendant bring food, and Nayla who took out some money immediately said to Nayla.

“What are you doing? that's food for me, right? I will pay for it,” Fahad said.

Nayla turned her head for a moment towards Fahad, she just kept quiet and kept paying with her money.

“Nayla.”

“Fahad.”

”You think this is just your food? I'm hungry too!” sulk Nayla glared at Fahad.

Fahad just smiled. He understood that Nayla was still angry and shocked at his arrival.

Nayla hurriedly put all the food on the table, she took one plate of spaghetti then sat under—lesehan— beside the table. Fahad also sat down, next to Nayla.

“Ngapain?” ask Nayla.

“You marry you.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. “I asked, why are you sitting below?”

“Oh.” Fahad smiled, instead he did not know what Nayla's question meant, he did deliberately answer like that. “I want to eat with my future wife, next to her. Not wrong, right?”

“Wrong. I'm not your future wife,” snorted Nayla.

“Eh, yes. Not a future wife, but a future mother for my children later.”

“Fahad!” exciting Nayla.

“What?”

“Eatable hunt!”

“Iya, Dear ..”

Nayla clucked in annoyance, choosing not to listen to Fahad's words and eating his spaghetti.

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After eating, Nayla said goodbye to go home, because the time had shown at half-five in the afternoon. Fahad's hand pulls Nayla's hand, preventing her from returning home.

“I want to go home, tomorrow I come back here again,” said Nayla in her lowest voice.

“Nayla, can you give me your WhatsApp number?” fahad asked who was not answered by Nayla, not with a speech or a sling—butkan head. “Come on, I'm already here, what if I'm missing? Who will I contact.” Fahad put on his face.

Apaan, anyway! You are a small child whose mother invited him to the place of the rame and keep going, so?!

Nayla grabs Fahad's hand-held phone, types her WhatsApp number and stores it with her name, Nayla. “This, already. Now I want to go home.”

Fahad received his phone back, smiled then said, “ alright, thank you and be careful, dear.”

”Don't call me that!” exclaim Nayla who was upset by the call ‘sayang’ that was thrown Fahad. “Call Nayla,” Plus.

“Iya, Nayla,” replied Fahad, he put emphasis on his speech. “Honey,” she continued softly and Nayla could not hear.

Nayla said her greetings as she walked out of the room. Fahad also returned Nayla's greeting, he still looked at Nayla until the woman disappeared from behind the elevator door.

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Arriving at home, Nayla headed to the living room sofa, for a moment she lay there, her hands aimed to massage her forehead which felt a little dizzy.

“Neg. Mbak just tired, after the bath also lost tirednya. It's edible, Ndi.” Nayla thrusting the steak that was on the table—that she brought.

”What is this, Ma'am?”Andi opened a package of crackles that contained one chair of the steak. “Kok, just one, Mbak?” tanyakanya.

“Mbak already ate there, that's for you. Shower first, huh?” Nayla walked up, went into the room to get a towel.

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Nayla is still in the room, waiting for Maghrib time, sound notification WhatsApp message. Nayla picked up her phone lying on the bed, next to her.

“What are you at home?” fill in that message.

“Iya.” Nayla did not ask who the owner of the number that sent her the message, from the code number +91 alone she already knew that it was Fahad's WhatsApp number.

“Sayang.”

Nayla exhaled violently, again the man called out to her like that

”Don't call me that, Fahad."

“Udah time pray, Allah hafiz [¹].” Reply Nayla again.

“Allah hafiz, Darling.”

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At eight o'clock at night, Andi and Nayla are in the tv room together. Nayla is busy folding clothes, while Andi is busy with her laptop, doing college work.

Andi is a friendly kid and doesn't like anything. He realized if he did the wrong thing, then the most hurt and sad is definitely his sister, Mbak Nayla.

Not that her other three sisters don't care, just that Andi is closer to her Nayla mom. Due to the busyness, they could not meet their other three older brothers. Sometimes, Andi would stop by the house of one of her sisters if she missed her nephew. Nayla is very rare, because she prefers to stay home after work.

“Mbak?” andi's voice broke the silence.

“Hemm?”

“Mbak, what else to think, anyway? From work home his face is like stress, so. Miffed boss, huh?”

“No,” short Nayla. ”Andi, if you fall in love with a girl, keep that girl rejecting you how? Are you still pursuing what, give it up?” ask Nayla suddenly.

“Hahaha.” Andi laughed at Nayla's question.

“Andi, Ma'am seriously,” annoyed Nayla, his sister just laughed at his question.

”Mbak Nayla, again in love?” Andi asked, still laughing.

“Nggak.” Nayla. “Jawab just the question, not already widened to everywhere.”

“If Andi, anyway, definitely keep chasing, Ma'am. No matter how many times he refused, Andi would continue to pursue. If Andi already dapetin him .. new, deh,” Andi answer hanging.

“What new?” curious Nayla.

”New, deh! Andi dump. Salah himself very arrogant so a girl.” Andi laughed again.

“Review if you dare like that same girl. Ma'am will hang you on a toge tree!” threatening Nayla, he pointed at Andi with his sharp eyes.

“Home, Ma'am, kidding. After all, Andi if you fall in love will not be the same as any girl, Ma'am. Not just cute doang and will not mess with the hearts of people's children,” said Andi.

Nayla brushed off her smile, satisfied by her sister's talk and thoughts about falling in love and about a woman.

Nayla looked at her phone lying next to her. There were no messages or phone calls from Fahad.

Uh. Why am I waiting for her WhatsApp? very less work.

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[¹] Allah Hafiz \= bye. The phrase is commonly used by Indian Muslims when they end a meeting, message, and phone call.

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