Love From Facebook
Chapter 34
Spend time together, sitting on the terrace playing the guitar and singing songs. Fahad's voice sounded melodious as he sang his favorite hindi song. Andi was busy with his folding computer, no matter what he was working on. Singing, it feels like he will not be able to .. because he does not know the song.
Nayla approached the two while carrying a tray of coffee and snacks for Andi and Fahad.
“Singing what song?” tanya Nayla who served Fahad a cup of coffee.
“Title is Galliyan,” replied Fahad.
***
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Yahin doobe din
Yahin hote hai savere
Yahin marna aur
Yahin mandir aur
Teri galliyan, galliyan teri galliyan
Mujhko bhaave galliyan teri
Teri galliyan, galliyan teri galliyan
Yun hi tadpaave galliyan teri galliyan
Tu meri neendon mein sota hai
Tu mere ashqoon mein rota hai
Sarghosi hai khayalon mein
Tu na phir bhir bhi tu hota hai
Hi please, meredard ka
Mere dil ki duuayein
Teri galliyan, galliyan teri galliyan
Mujhko bhaave galliyan teri
Teri galliyan, galliyan teri galliyan
Yun hi tadpaave galliyan teri galliyan
***
“Fate!” andi shouted after Fahad finished singing. “Neither hold, usually just look at the intimacy of people,” he added.
Nayla laughs at Andi's complaint, “lagian who is friendly? He just sings, doesn't do anything.”
Andi clucked in annoyance, “ya, it's also romantic. What the name romantic is identical is the same that hug, kiss, and—”
“What?” nayla Tuas.
“Nothing!” yelled Andi while holding back his laughter.
***
After returning from the mosque, performing Friday prayers and Fahad say goodbye to Nayla that they will come out for a while. Both did not say where they were headed.
“We're just ahead, darling, not long.”
That's what Fahad said. Nayla no longer asked, she went back into the house as Andi and Fahad got further and further out of sight.
Busy cleaning the house, Nayla is surprised by the arrival of Fahad who rides a black sports motorcycle that does not belong to anyone. Nayla looked at Andi and Fahad alternately, various questions she wanted to ask the two.
“Fahad, the motor—”
“Motorku,” said Fahad who just got off his bike.
“Motormu?” Nayla asked.
“Iya. The time of the neighbor's motor I brought.”
“Andi, why did you just buy Fahad motor? If the neighbor see it is not good.”
Fahad approached Nayla who was still standing in the middle of the entrance, he led her to enter and then sat on the sofa. “Why be angry with Andi? I want to buy a motorbike, it's not Andi's fault if I buy.”
“Iya, but Andi did not tell the motor dealer? Yeah, it's her fault!” nayla exclaimed with a sharp eye that she pointed at Andi.
“Eh? Why is Andi wrong? Andi just nganter, Ma'am, is he who came out money.” Andi defended herself.
Nayla felt bad, indeed the motorbike was bought with Fahad's own money. But what about the neighbors who will definitely gossip them. Already several times the neighbors saw Fahad who came in and out of his house, and now his lover bought a sports bike at a price that is certainly not cheap.
Moreover, there is no role of parents in his house, it becomes more value for the neighbors gossip and ask the presence of Fahad. Nayla never allowed Fahad to enter the house if Andi was not around, and Fahad understood that's why it's important to keep a woman's honor.
“Tomorrow you go home, Fahad, so why should you buy a motor? You also stay in India, not here,” said Nayla.
“This you!” Fahad pulls Nayla's nose together, making her lover grimace in pain. “Let's be used Andi college, so you can use Andi's motorbike if you go to work. I don't want you to ride the motorcycle, piggyback another guy.”
“Ya, but kan—”
“Silent or I kissed?!” fahad said that made Andi laugh when he heard it. Another case with Nayla, he actually scowled annoyed at Fahad.
***
Fahad and Nayla are at the airport. They sat in the waiting room, two cups of hot coffee accompanying that pretty cold morning. Fahad advised that tomorrow Nayla immediately take care of the conditions for marriage, as well as her.
Given their different countries, it was certain that it would take quite a long time of course. Nayla nodded, saying Fahad's words. Tomorrow he enters work with a schedule of afternoon shifts, and the next morning he can still take care of the requirements of marriage.
Fahad gently touches Nayla's cheek before leaving, “i love you.”
Nayla smiled wryly, even though deep down she was very heavy to have to go back to parting from Fahad. Only temporarily, until all the terms of marriage are over they take care of.
“Health tag. Later tell me if you have arrived, greetings also for Ammi and others,” said Nayla who answered a nod of the head by Fahad.
The arms of the two meet each other, a warm smile and loving eyes are very clearly illustrated by two people who will soon be united in a household.
As Fahad's body grew further out of sight, Nayla decided to return home in a taxi.
Once home, Nayla throws her sling bag at Andi, who is relaxing in the tv room.
“Mbak!” exclaim Andi. “Kira dong if you want to throw something, money can be.”
Nayla frowned, she followed Andi sitting on the floor with a carpet and then pinched her brother's arm quite hard.
“Mbak does not feel good as Fahad, Andi,” he lamented. “What do people say if there is a motorbike here? Surely they're on a no-no gossip.”
“Andi has forbidden Fahad, Ma'am. Andi said that he could use Andi's bike if everywhere, and the same as the kayak, Ma'am, said earlier if it's not good with neighbors.”
“But Fahad said that he bought the bike because he needed it, not the style or show off. He said complicated if using a taxi, good to ride his own motorbike he said,” said Andi. “He in India does not have a motor, Ammi does not give permission to buy. That's why he bought it here.” Its effects.
Nayla relented, however, the bike was also already purchased. Putting bad taste on the neighbors will not guarantee his relationship with Fahad will be fine or even make it worse.
***
This morning Nayla plans to leave to take care of the letter and the terms for marriage. After previously he had informed Mas Arif and the others— because of their respective busyness, Nayla also had to go alone to take care of everything.
Andi is preparing to go to college using Fahad motorbike. He advised his brother to be careful when driving, considering Nayla who rarely rides a motorcycle alone. Everywhere, he will always deliver—or sometimes Nayla will use the services of online motorcycle taxi.
Half a day to take care of all the requirements of marriage, it certainly will not be enough. He should go back tomorrow. Without going home first, Nayla heads to work because she gets a noon shift.
Various questions he received from friends, especially Sari who did not give the opportunity to Nayla to answer one by one the questions he asked.
“I am from brother's place, there is a celebration there. That's why I'm on leave. Huh huh? Clear?” short, solid, clear. That's Nayla's answer.
It wasn't Sari's name if she directly believed Nayla's answer. Unlike Ryan, the man did not show any expression .. nor was there any meaningful question, which he addressed to Nayla. Ryan just asked me how it was.
“Sari, I'll answer your question later, yes? Now I want to work, Mr. Manager again look towards us.”
Sari followed the direction of Nayla's eyes, it was true ... The manager looked towards them. With a smile he slipped on the casually dressed man, Mr. Manager.
Sari caught up with Nayla, and Ryan could only look at the two while sighing heavily. “Huge trouble dapetin you.” Mumbled.
***
Two months later ...
Nayla knocks on the door of Mr. Manager's office just before he gets home. Sitting on the sofa, facing his boss and there is only a table as a barrier between the two. Nayla was about to say something, more precisely asking permission for leave.
“You've had a week off, Nay, now there is an event do you want to take another leave?” ask Mr. Manager in a tone of voice that sounds like a sneer. Yeah, that's what Nayla caught. Even with a facial expression that increasingly makes it clear that he is being mocked.
It's a lie, like Mr. Manager knows I want to ask permission leave again.
Nayla said, she chose to be honest. “Begin, Sir, Thursday next Sunday I want—”
“Married!”
“Eh?”
Mr. Manager named Prasetya was smiling knot, “I was once young, Nay, so I know what it's like to fall in love and get married.”
He was young and had a son who was two years old. Of course Mr. Prasetya can understand what love and marriage is, because he is already experienced.
“Anything, Sir?” muttered Nayla Lirih while throwing her gaze in any direction.
“Yes, not really old, Nay. Still have children this one,” said Mr. Prasetya.
“Eh, Mr denger, yes?” chirps Nayla. “Sorry, Sir.”
That is, between employees and superiors at work Nayla is already used to joking with each other. Without reducing respect to the boss, employees feel comfortable when joking because Mr. Prasetya is a person who is quite friendly—and not arbitrarily or arrogant for what he has.
Nayla leave permit can be. But not like before where he got permission for one week. “You know for yourself, don't you, Nay? Permission regulations here can not be more than three days. Yesterday I gave permission one Sunday because you rarely take leave, you are sick also permission one day, at most only two days.”
Nayla understood, and that was enough. He will explain it later to Fahad who has come from three days ago.
“I don't want other employees to be envious or I love you, so I only give permission for three days off. I hope you understand, Nay,” Mr. Prasetya said.
Nayla nodded, “iya, Sir, I thank you very much, Father, thank me for leave again.”
“After I get married, I can still work here right, Sir?” ask Nayla.
“Sure, Nay, even I guess you want to quit your job and join your husband.”
***
[Footnotes]
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This is where my day will end
This is where my morning begins
This is where I live and die
Here is my sanctuary
In your path, I walk in your path
Being on your path makes me happy
In your path, I walk in your path
Being on your way makes me suffer
You dream in my sleep
You are in my tears
Like someone whispering in my imagination
Even when you're not here
You seem to be present somehow
You are the gift behind my pain
This is a sincere prayer from my heart
In your path, I walk in your path
Being on your way makes me suffer
Music: Ankit Tiwari
Singer: Ankit Tiwari
Lyrics: Manoj Muntashir
Label: T-Series
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