Love From Facebook

Chapter 32

The distinctive aroma of brewed coffee fills the kitchen. Nayla, who was busy preparing breakfast, did not realize that there was a pair of eyes watching her since.

Fahad stood up, slightly hiding his body behind the parapet between the kitchen and his room. Nayla's apology still lingered in her ears, saying that there was a noticeable difference that really disturbed her sleep.

Two o'clock Fahad can close his eyes. Fear ambushed her heart, fearing that her lover would actually cancel the wedding plan she had dreamed of since long ago—since loving a Nayla Anjani.

Seeing that his lover was busy preparing breakfast, Fahad decided to go back to the room.

Fahad wears a light blue shirt, complete with black office pants that make him look fresh to the eye. The sound of a knock on the door and a call from Nayla made her move, opening the door of her room immediately.

“Good morning,” greet Nayla without a smile welcoming Fahad.

“Pagi.” Fahad follows Nayla to the dining table. Where breakfast and coffee are perfectly arranged there.

“I cook the same yellow gravy fish rice. If you don't like it, I've made you a sandwich.” Nayla sat in the chair facing Fahad.

The dining table has four chairs. Seeing Nayla sitting in a chair far enough away from him, Fahad moved up and sat down in a chair next to the woman wearing the rectangular hijab.

Nayla remained in her position, she was busy pouring fish and gravy into her plate. Then he got Fahad a sandwich. “I don't want a sandwich, I'm a fish,” said Fahad, his hand rejecting the sandwich that almost landed on his plate.

“Yakin? You want fish.” Nayla asked.

Fahad nodded, “iya, fish only. But don't use rice.”

Two plates. Yes, Fahad wants to eat on the same plate as Nayla. The woman just kept quiet, letting Fahad scoop the fish out of his plate.

“Open your mouth.” Fahad feeds Nayla. There was no conversation, both of them were busy enjoying breakfast.

Nayla knew very well, Fahad was very fond of fish. But since seeing him who often ate fish, his lover was also interested to try it. Fahad also likes it, ranging from grilled fish, fried fish, and .. it turns out Fahad also likes yellow broth fish.

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After breakfast, Fahad did not go to the office. He was still sitting on the dining table chair, enjoying black coffee made by Nayla. “Honey,” call Fahad. Nayla, who was about to wash the dishes, approached Fahad and sat down next to him.

“What time do you leave?” ask Nayla.

Fahad looked at the circular clock on his wrist, “awhile longer. Something I want to talk to you about last night.”

“Let's go home from work, now leave first, later you're late.” Nayla was about to stand up, but Fahad quickly pulled her boyfriend's wrist.

“Why? You want to get away from me?” search Fahad.

Nayla frowned, her eyebrows twitching together. “Who wants to escape? I know how to get to the airport.”

Fahad pulls a petite nose Nayla, “if you know you want to run away, right?”

Nayla was silent, she stared at the two beads of Fahad's eyes. I don't know, Nayla found her heart hard to escape from the man. Last night, he thought what he should do, go .. or stay by Fahad's side.

“Do not go.” Fahad clasped Nayla's hand, trying to solidify her lover's heart again. His struggle is not over yet, he still has to convince Nayla—'s heart to stay by his side, no matter what differences try to get in the way of their love.

“I told you, nothing is different, we are the same and forever we are the same. Don't back down because I'm Fahad Malik Khan, the owner of Fahad Industries.”

“I beg you, darling, don't go. I will not let you alone, no one will insult you. Believe me,” said Fahad.

Silent for a moment, the gazes of their eyes locked onto each other. Very clearly, sincerity emanated from the look of Fahad's eyes. He really loved Nayla, no matter the social differences that stretched, everything he would go through for the sake of Nayla.

Nayla sighed deeply, “I can't—”

“Don't go, I beg you. I can't without you,” Fahad said.

Nayla hits slowly the back of Fahad's hand, “I haven't finished talking, horrin first!” yells.

Fahad chuckles, “ya, spit, followed.”

Nayla had been thinking about it all night, a great deal of which she considered; a very visible social difference between them, heart, love, future, and also her sister ... Andi.

It hard. Nayla finds it hard to convince the heart that she wants to step down. Went away from Fahad, not wanting his love to be embedded even deeper. But in reality, his heart was already imprinted with the figure of Fahad. He felt he could not, could not back down and went away.

Saying bismillah, he decided to stay in love and stay here Fahad. Fight together, worship together in love called marriage.

Happiness filled Fahad's heart after hearing Nayla's narration that her lover would not go and be with her.

His arms opened wide, he hugged Nayla. Yet a punch landed on his chest. “Dare to hug, I tattooed your chest with a knife, yes!" threaten Nayla who immediately makes Fahad laugh and sit back.

“No what, the origin of the tattoo is your name.”

“Iya, yes.” Answer Fahad.

Bringing Fahad who will go to the office to the door, a smile Nayla pinned for her lover.

Fahad also advised, so as not to open the door for anyone. “If you need something later let me know, do not go out alone.”

Nayla nodded, she again closed the door after Fahad got into the elevator. He again continued his intention to clean the kitchen and some corners of Fahad's apartment.

***

Nayla was in the room, after cleaning the apartment she decided to sleep. Last night he did not sleep, thinking about what decision he should take for his relationship with Fahad— and he decided to stay together. To love, fight, and worship together.

Nayla squirmed, stretching her stiff muscles after half a day spent sleeping. He picked up his phone lying on the nightstand, not a single message from Fahad.

His hand shifted the phone screen, looking for Andi's name contact there. Nayla tries to call Andi's phone number by voice phone, she misses her sister very much.

Before long, his call was connected and Andi's voice greeted him warmly.

“Kirain forgot the same Andi.”

“Ya, already, just close the phone!” nayla made Andi laugh.

“That's angry, Ma'am. Joking doang.”

They exchange news, tell family circumstances and exchange stories. Nayla also said that she was taken aback about who Fahad really was. Nayla did not explain everything, he only said that Fahad not only had a saffron business.he promised to say everything after he arrived in Indonesia.

“But, Ma'am, why-why are you there? Fahad didn't do anything, did he?" investigating Andi who was worried about her brother's condition, considering that the two of them were separated by distance. Yes, even if only a week, Andi still feels very lost figure Nayla who is always with him.

“Mbak is okay, Fahad is also not doing anything. He takes good care of me. You're not in college?” ask Nayla.

“Lecture was this morning, but skipped noon.”

“Kok, truant?!” exciting Nayla. “What work? Until you skip college.”

“Andi wants to see the studio, Ma'am, who wants Andi to contract, and only today who has can nganter fruant see. Tomorrow the guy's going out of town. Hollow college afternoon is not a problem,” said Andi.

“What studio?”

“Yes, studio. Later if, Ma'am, I've come home I tell you and I take it there.”

An hour after Andi and Nayla exchanged votes, the two decided to end the call because there were other activities that Andi had to do.

***

Four o'clock in the afternoon ....

Nayla's stomach was cramping at the bottom, even with her waist feeling sore. Nayla hapal is right, because of what makes her feel cramps and back pain. Coming moon! Nayla comes moon.

He unpacked the suitcase that he had arranged neatly, trying to find a sanitary pad there. But there's no bandages. Nayla is confused, condemning her folly of forgetting to bring the most important item for a woman.

“Padalaah I've prepared on the room table, why can forgetfulness, anyway?!” nayla's grumbling certainly didn't help her find her way out—how could she get a sanitary pad for now.

Forced, he had to call Fahad. Withstanding the extreme embarrassment, he said he needed a sanitary pad, now. Fahad agreed, he said he would go home soon with a bandage.

“Still,” said Nayla while receiving the crackle pouch Fahad gave her. Not daring to look at Fahad, Nayla walked into the room quickly. I hope he doesn't see his embarrassed face.

“Exit, exit aja. What is it like to kayak?” said Fahad who saw the door of Nayla's room open a little, but there was no sign of her lover coming out.

“Kok, you know, anyway?!” Nayla exclaimed, she exited the room and sat next to Fahad—, who was sitting on the couch in the tv room.

“Yes, you know. Don't be shy, I'm not ashamed to buy you pads.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance, her hand landing pinching Fahad's bare arm wearing only the sleeveless shirt. “Don't repeat the word sanitary napkin!”

Fahad who initially grimaced in pain due to the pinch was immediately made to laugh by Nayla's speech. “You also repeat, not me.”

Nayla's eyes trace Fahad's body, “you why change clothes?”

“It's four o'clock, honey, the work at the office is also done. Yeah, I'm not coming back. If I come back later, I can go home at night. Let Sahil take care of the office.”

Nayla nodded, she no longer asked—when in fact she wanted to ask about who Sahil figure Fahad said.

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