Love From Facebook

Chapter 30

The Shikara they were riding on pulled over, Fahad and Nayla got down and walked towards the car. The two are still silent to each other. Nayla, who was sitting in the car, looked out the window.

Fahad apologized for his attitude earlier, where he prioritized his anger and did not care about Nayla's explanation.

“You can do well, Fahad, all your questions are angry, I answer wherever it remains wrong in your eyes.” Nayla answered with a sharp answer.

“Sorry, Dear. I don't like anyone texting you. Especially if you reply to that message.”

“But I didn't reply, did I?” exciting Nayla. He tilted his body slightly, facing Fahad. “What reason do you not believe in me? You want to keep my phone? Bring aja! I have no problem with cell phone.”

Fahad breathed long. He regretted his excessive jealousy, and he removed his trust in Nayla when he saw the message of another man. In fact, he already knows for sure how the character of Nayla.

From the first time she knew him, it was very difficult for her lover to put her heart to the man who tried to approach her. He himself proved it. It takes a struggle to get Nayla's heart.

“Sorry, dear, I should be able to control jealousy more.” Fahad is still trying to apologize.

“I should be the one with the same jealousy as you. You're rich, educated, and,” Nayla paused her remarks.

“And what?” ask Fahad.

Nayla snorts annoyed, “dan handsome!” yells.

Fahad chuckled at Nayla's words. “I'm nothing without you. I'd be more and more if it were you.”

Nayla melengos, she shuddered amusedly at Fahad's appeal. “Udah, ah. Let's go home.”

Fahad nodded, he turned on the car engine and drove at moderate speed.

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Nayla has been in Kashmir for five days, but she must join Fahad who must go to New Delhi soon. There are some jobs that must be completed by her lover. Nayla does not know for sure, what job requires Fahad to go to New Delhi suddenly. He did not want to ask because it was not his right.

“Sister-in-law, let's take a photo together.” Yasmin pulled Nayla's hand to take the photo along with everyone, including Hannah and Fatima's mother.

Ammi kisses and hugs Nayla warmly, telling them to get married.

Ammi, I'm the same Fahad no more chat about that.

Nayla. He smiled with a forced. Seeing Fahad and his family—which he thinks is—kaya, makes him not confident. Yes, the difference in social status makes Nayla afraid to go further.

As usual, Fahad will leave his car at the airport. There was enough of a car at home to drive Yasmin to work and Yumna to college. Uncle Abdul was in charge of driving them.

“Honey, I will immediately take care of the requirements for marriage, I do not want to procrastinate,” Fahad said after a while they sat in the plane seat.

Nayla was shocked to hear Fahad's statement. His eyes traced the face and highlighted the two Fahad— eye beads looking for seriousness or just a joke that the man said. Nayla gets seriousness from Fahad. Logically she wanted to resist, but her heart .. I don't know, Nayla couldn't help feeling that. The feeling that she also wants to get married, being the wife of a Fahad. The man who won his heart and love.

***

After traveling for one hour and fifteen minutes, the plane they were on landed at Indira Gandhi International Airport New Delhi.

A taxi that Fahad had ordered picked them up. The two are on their way to Fahad's apartment.

Various questions raged on Nayla's head. Want him to ask what exactly is the job that is being pursued by his lover was—other than the Fahad family saffron business.

Now Nayla stepped into a minimalist apartment but did not leave a luxurious impression on the design in every corner of the room. Wonderful? Nayla was definitely surprised. Afraid? Yes, Nayla felt that too.

“Honey, you slept in this room. I slept in the next room.” Fahad invites Nayla into the room he just showed her to rest during their stay in New Delhi.

“Now you rest first, I will tell you everything.” Fahad gave an understanding. Nayla nodded with her flat facial expression.

After feeling rested enough, Nayla went out of the room. He tried to knock on Fahad's door slowly.

“Fahad,” call Nayla.

Before long, the door opened perfectly. “Iya. You need something?” fahad's question was answered by Nayla.

“I want to ask, you need something? Tea or what?” ask Nayla. Fahad smiled as he gently touched his lover's head. “But I don't know where the kitchen is and all the ingredients,”.

Fahad takes Nayla to the kitchen, showing her all the ingredients and equipment Nayla might need.

“Everything is in the refrigerator,” Fahad said. He sits on a dining table chair connected to the kitchen—still in one room.

Nayla opened the refrigerator .. After seeing what was inside, she throbbed angrily while glancing sharply at Fahad. “He says it's all there,” grunts. Closing the refrigerator door then take a small pot hanging on the wall— next to the sink bowl.

“The fridge is empty, Fahad, there is only mineral water the same soda drink.” Nayla put the pot that was filled with water on the stove, then she lit the fire. “What tea do you want coffee?” ask Nayla.

Fahaf chuckled, he just remembered .. There is nothing in his refrigerator. “Coffee only, later we shop the materials you needin.”

***

There is still no serious talk from Fahad, about his work and his life. All right, Nayla's patiently waiting. Maybe Fahad needs time to tell Nayla everything. Especially if it has something to do with the previous household life Fahad.

That afternoon, Fahad invites Nayla to find lunch. They also plan to go to the supermarket to buy groceries if needed while in the apartment, New Delhi.

Nayla misses Indonesian food. Therefore he will buy vegetables that if he will cook into Indonesian cuisine.

“I'm okay, huh? Cooking Indonesian cuisine? I kangen.” Nayla looked at Fahad with hopeful eyes.

“The face is ordinary, do not need to be in the melasin that,” said Fahad who was blowing hot kebabs just delivered by the waiter.

Nayla chuckles, “during here I always eat Indian food. I also miss my country's cuisine.”

“Iya.” Fahad bribed Nayla kebab which he had previously blown it.. “What cooking do you want. Tomorrow I have to go to the office, so you can do as you like in the apartment. Let you not be bored.”

Nayla stopped her chewing, she looked at Fahad full of question marks. Tomorrow then? To office? so I'm alone in the apartment tomorrow?

Nayla tried to neutralize her facial expression, but unfortunately ... Fahad can see it all. The face that implies confusion of all that has not been explained Fahad to his lover.

“Yes, I'll tell you everything later tonight. Hunting at meals, we spend this.” Fahad returns to feed Nayla.

Explanations. Nayla desperately needed an explanation. It was like a surprise that I don't know what the end will be like. Happy, or vice versa.

Fahad understood what Nayla was thinking. He didn't tell Nayla everything. About work and so on.

Not that he intended to lie to Nayla, he just didn't want to .. The girl he had been so hard to get, it was so hard to touch his heart, passed away leaving him so knowing his social status, he said, inside and outside.

It was no secret that Nayla was so afraid of the social differences between them. So Fahad hasn't told me everything. He is afraid that Nayla will reject his love.

Now, after he really managed to get Nayla's love and heart. Fahad will tell you everything about who he is, without covering up any of his future wives. Nayla has a right to know.

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