Love From Facebook

Chapter 33

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.

Nayla makes Indian chai for Fahad. Because he who can not concoct Indian tea —more precisely did not know—ia was only able to make instant tea that Fahad had bought earlier, when the man bought a sanitary pad.

Sitting alone on a chair on the balcony, enjoy a hot tea while looking at the afternoon view in New Delhi.

“Fahad?” call Nayla.

“Hemm?” sahut Fahad before sipping his tea.

“You're not ashamed? Buy sanitary pads.”

Fahad smiled at his smile. Put the tea cup back on the table, slightly tilting her body so that she could look at Nayla more freely. “I'm not a Junior High, honey, just a tampon. You told me to buy baby diapers only I am not ashamed,” replied Fahad.

“Oh, yes forgot. You used to be buying pads for your first wife, right?”

The plot!

“Aww! Pain, Fahad!” exclaimed Nayla while touching her forehead which got a hard enough jolt from Fahad. “Sick ...” Nayla's voice was clear.

“Mean it, don't discuss the woman again. I don't like it!” Fahad. “Here, decketan, I see your forehead,” command Fahad.

“No want! You want to flick again, right?” Nayla took her seat back.

Fahad chuckled, he sat down before Nayla crouched down. “I'm not flinching anymore, really. Here I see, I'm curedin.” Fahad lowered Nayla's hand which was still on the girl's forehead. It is clear that his skin is reddened by the jolt he landed there. “Sini, I blow.” Gently stroked Nayla's forehead, blowing her slowly.

“Sorry, honey, I don't like anyone to talk about him anymore, especially if you're talking about,” both hands Fahad flanking Nayla's face, looking at him full of tenderness. “Tomorrow do not discuss him again, yes?”

Nayla nods, “but don't flick again.”

“No, I'm not flinching anymore. At least I kissed doang,” Fahad said.

Nayla laughs at Fahad's joke. The flak meant nothing to Nayla, not an act of violence. He understood, Fahad just doesn't want to hear about his ex-wife anymore. And Nayla was trying to understand that.

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The plane had landed perfectly at Soekarno Hatta International Airport. Andi welcomes Fahad and Nayla, a warm hug she gives to her brother who has been away from her for a week.

“I miss the same, Ma'am," Andi said.

“Mbak is also kangen, really bad even.” Nayla returned Andi's embrace, their longing paid off. By seeing a smile and being able to hug each other again, it really makes the hearts of both warm

The taxi took them home, to Nayla's house. All the brothers and sisters-in-law had already gathered to greet their sister. The originally dry longing dam has now been drained again with the water of intimacy, touching with freshness in the depths of the heart for those who hold very longing.

It was getting late in the afternoon, Fahad said goodbye to go to the hotel.For now, he will only be in Indonesia for two days. A lot of work was waiting for him, and he had to rest immediately.

***

“Mbak Nayla, have the same debt Andi.”

Nayla who just finished cleaning herself was shocked by Andi's words. He sat on the carpet floor with the whole family.

“What debt? Since when do you have the same debt?” ask Nayla.

“Debt an explanation about his son Fahad,” Andi's speech surprised all the family, but quickly Nayla denied that there was nothing wrong with Fahad.

“Quiet first, my beloved brother and sister-in-law, I will tell you everything. So gini ...”

All Nayla told me. About Aadil, the reason why Fahad got divorced, is also what caused the man to lose his only son. Question after question came from all the families, and none of them considered Fahad a big liar.

Not only a saffron businessman, but Fahad is also the owner and president director of Fahad Industries. Nayla says what reason makes Fahad keep all of that secret from himself and all the family.

Nayla also said that her heart and logic cannot work together. The logic says to back off, it is certain that differences are very difficult to unite his love, Nayla thought.

While his heart says to keep loving, stay by Fahad's side. Because in every corner of the space in his heart has been successfully occupied by Fahad. It is impossible for him to reject all that, in fact he does love the man without caring who the man is. Rich or not, Nayla doesn't care. All she knows is that Fahad has great respect and also appreciates her as a woman.

“Nayla, you are an adult, you can already be sure what is good and what is bad for your own life. We support whatever decision you make.” Mas Arif advised.

“But in my heart there is still fear, Mas.” Nayla.

“Fear what, Nay?” Beautiful Mother asked. Tak and the answer from Nayla's lips, he looked at Mbak Indah with a difficult gaze to interpret.

“You always give advice to Andi, if everyone is the same. There is nothing different in the eyes of God. But why are you now the one who is fussing over the differences, Nay?” Irfan is chiming in.

One by one they all took advice, not least Andi .. he supported whatever decision Nayla would take. Good, bad, everything's set. No one can resist or prevent.

“Yes, the feeling of fear is still there. But I've decided to stay the same Fahad, I want to try to fight with him. Worship together, he said that makes me believe and a little courage to go further.” Nayla.

“Well, it's new Nayla. Who does not give up and always try with a sincere heart.” mas Arif stroked gently Nayla cheeks. “We all support you, Nay, whatever is best for you.”

***

It was getting late, all of Nayla's brothers and sisters-in-law had already returned to their homes. As usual, Andi and Nayla are at home.

Sitting in the tv room, enjoying a dinner that was almost midnight. Their small chatter, throwing jokes at each other that accompanied the laughter between the two of them.

“Mbak, when to get married?” ask Andi.

Nayla puts her shoulder on, “doesn't know yet, but after this Fahad wants to take care of the letter and the terms he said. Faster better.”

“Hurry really, afraid to miss angkot, yes?” andi Goda.

Nayla laughs, “fear of not being able to bench she said.”

After washing the dishes from dinner, Nayla who walked out of the kitchen saw Andi preparing two folding mattresses in the tv room, complete with pillows, bolsters, and blankets.

“What are you doing?” ask Nayla while walking closer.

“Mbak, I want to watch a horror movie. Temenin, yes?”

Not the right reason. Nayla knows very well that Andi is not a cowardly man. His sister is indeed fond of watching horror genre films, which is impossible if she asks him to accompany her.

Say you want to sleep together.

Nayla shook her head, smiling knotingly looking at Andi who was still busy arranging the mattress.

“Well, it's ready. Yuk, Ma'am!” bring Andi.

Nayla also laid her body beside Andi. “During Mbak in India, you actually slept in Mbak's room?” asked Nayla, Sontak Andi turned for a moment and returned to focus on the television screen.

“Yes, not often, Andi sleeps more often in front of tv kayak gini.”

Nayla tilted her sleeping position, her eyes lingering at Andi. There is a sense of heaviness to go to leave his sister if later he is married. It is certain that she will be with Fahad to India as a wife.

However, leaving Andi alone makes Nayla's heart very heavy. After the departure of his parents, only he was always there for Andi. I love the suffering they go through together. Andi is already an adult, his sister can take good care of herself. But still, Nayla is very heavy if you have to leave Andi alone.

“Andi, if you are married, you come to India, yes? College there. Later Mbak try to talk to Fahad, he must understand, kok.”

There is no advice from Andi, Nayla slightly raised her head, “so fast sleep, dong free I said. Basic, Andi!” nayla Gerrick. He also closed his eyes, with one hand tightly grasping Andi's fingers. “Mbak loves you, Andi.”

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