Love From Facebook

Chapter 31

As planned, Nayla and Fahad head to the supermarket to shop for groceries and.

“Honey, later we buy chicken in the market. All buy a lot, later put in the refrigerator.”

“Why in the market? There is no?” here ask Nayla.

“Supermatket is not complete, honey, we buy the existing one. If less later we can be elsewhere.”

“Sayur and others I need are here. The chicken does not seem to exist. So we'll go to the market?” asked Nayla excitedly.

Fahad nodded, “iya. But you don't escape from my arms, it will be lost will be bothered.” Nayla chuckles at the man with the nose. “Later tonight masakin I fried chicken, I have not eaten your cooking for a long time.” Fahad and Nayla nodded.

Fahad and Nayla put groceries from the supermarket into the car—which Nayla knew, that it was a car that had been rented by the fahad. They're heading to bazaar—buy chicken as Fahad wants.

Nayla followed wherever Fahad took her. He only noticed the atmosphere around the market. “You want fish?” ask Fahad why Nayla.

“You want?”

“Kok, turnaround. What do you want?” ask Fahad again. They were waiting for their order chicken to be cut.

“ Hes.” Nayla shook her head, “if you want, buy it. Later I masakin.”

Fahad chuckled at Nayla's words. “Yes, tomorrow cook the fish. Later tonight cook chicken.

After buying the chicken and fish, they both returned to the apartment. Nayla's eyes relentlessly traced every side of the Indian city she traveled with Fahad. Nayla's smile faded when she heard Fahad's horn.

A protest he sent to Fahad. But Fahad defended himself by saying that his hands could not bear to not sound the horn. Yes, Fahad had refrained from honking. Because he knows how the style of Indonesian people if they are driving. Nayla is certainly not accustomed to the Indian style of driving.

Will not honk if you are not in an emergency. Also the citizens who are quite obedient if they have heard the sound of the roar of a motorbike or car, they will pull over by themselves.

Unlike India, emergency or not. They will still sound the horn— for trivial things though. For example, in a small alley.

“This is India, darling, even in the small alleys it is also common to sound a horn like this. Who walk, do not move aside .. yes, diklakson,” said Fahad who remained focused on the steering and also the horn.

“Yes, but it does not need as often as that honking sound.” Nayla continues to protest.

Fahad gently touches Nayla's head, channeling calmness to her lover. “You tumben angry, usually never angry like gini.”

“Yes, who is not angry when the sound of a horn like this. Dizziness, Fahad!” exciting Nayla.

Fahad chose silence, he did not want to say if it would make his lover more emotional. Fahad thought, maybe Nayla is tired.

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After dinner, with fried chicken cooked by Nayla. The two are sitting together in the tv room. Fahad is busy with his folding computer, and Nayla is busy with the Korean Drama he watches.

Fahad remembered something, that he would say everything Nayla had not known about her life. He also turned off the laptop, as well as the tv that was still watched by Nayla.

A protest Nayla spoke to Fahad, “why be killed?! Kan, I'm still watching.”

Fahad corrected his sitting position, one leg climbed onto the sofa and his body faced Nayla. “I want to say something to you.”

Fahad also said who he was, and what job he was in. The company he built two years ago. The industry works in food and medicine.

Within two years, everything was growing rapidly. He has also started working with other Asian companies. With the help of his friend Sahil—, the company can survive and large until now.

Fahad said the initial intention of building the industrial company was because it aims to stay close to his first wife first—sometimes, his wife will work in New Delhi. That's why, since the beginning of marriage Fahad had planned everything, but when the company was going to open two years ago, his household was in the brink of divorce.

Plans to close the company, cancel everything he has designed so slick it because of divorce. No. gabe. Fahad didn't do that. Although he actually wanted to, but he again thought about the fate of the employees who had applied for jobs. It cannot destroy the happiness of those who have been accepted.

Everything went well. Yasmin also helped out at the company, although her first sister also had to go to Kashmir to supervise and inspect gardens and production sites. The family-owned saffron business, there was no way Fahad and the family would just ignore it.

Hearing Fahad's words, Nayla knew enough that the man before her was not a random man. Fahad is a highly educated man, who once again. Nayla felt very small in front of Fahad.

How can I fall in love with a guy like you, Fahad? This difference .. we do not deserve to be together.

Nayla's eyes traced every inch of her lover's face. Feeling unable to continue his love, and of course Fahad will be embarrassed if he is with her, thought Nayla.

Of course, Fahad's business associates are also business people, educated. Nayla knew herself that she did not deserve to be in the middle of the educated and rich man.

“Sayang.” Fahad touched Nayla's fingers. Making the rectangular hijab girl's daydreams crumble for a moment. “You why silence?”

Nayla shook her head slowly, the sad look made Fahad feel that something was stuck in her lover's heart.

“You don't think anything weird anymore, do you?” search Fahad. “You don't intend to cancel our wedding plans, do you?” Fahad could already guess what Nayla was thinking. From the beginning, social differences were indeed the main reason that led Nayla to reject her.

Nayla remained silent, the sight of the eyes increasingly hit Fahad's heart. Her heart thumped, afraid that Nayla would actually cancel the wedding they were planning soon.

“Honey, don't be quiet. Anwser me. You didn't cancel the wedding plan—”

“From the beginning we have been different, Fahad,” said Nayla. “And that difference is now getting clearer. You and I can't be together.”

Fahad tightened his seat distance to Nayla. “Yes, can't do that, dong!” yells. “We are the same, there is no significant difference. So from the beginning I did not want to say who I really am to you, I already know that you will be kayak gini. But if I didn't tell you everything, you would be disappointed because I lied.”

Fahad said confidently, hoping Nayla also has faith in her love. A love that knows no difference knows no social status.

“My family doesn't think about social differences either, everyone's the same, honey. Please, don't joke around. I'm scared.” Fahad convinced Nayla.

“Fahad, you are the president director of Fahad industries, and who am I? Many will scorn us, and you will also be insulted if married to me. We are different Fahad, we are different.”

Nayla loves Fahad. Even if Fahad wasn't a director, Nayla would still love him. All he knows is that he loves a man who can respect him—not because of treasure.

That social difference ... was very creepy for Nayla. Either as strong or as fragile as what his heart if receiving various insults later.

“Honey, don't do that, I'm not—”

“Sorry, Fahad.” Nayla stood up, she walked into the room. He didn't care about Fahad's calls and door knocks. In the key the door was tight, leaning behind the door with a troubled heart.

“Honey, don't cancel our wedding plans. I can't believe it, you can't be one-sided. No, just no!”

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