Love From Facebook

Chapter 39

“Yeah, Fahad!” caught up Nayla. “I know the limitations, before or after marriage. I know what boundaries are like. Gini, if there's anything you can ask first, right? Ask me, don't conclude anything yourself. Only after that you can decide, I was over the limit or enggak.”

Fahad nodded, apologizing for being too jealous. It is true what his wife said, it is better to ask.

“Yes, her name is also husband. Reasonable, right? If I'm jealous of my own wife.” Fahad pinched Nayla's cheek.

“Iya, know. But Doni is just wondering why I didn't go to work, not date!” exciting Nayla.

Fahad chuckled, clutching Nayla's body while kissing the top of her head. “If she asks you out, I'll have her life ruined!” abugn.

“Doubts, yes! Are you a mafia?” Nayla laughs. Fahad grabbed Nayla's body, clenched her tighter and began to remove her pajamas. “You what?” Nayla tries to hold Fahad's hand.

“So I said I could get angry, jealous, or whatever I wanted. So I'm mutusin this.” A full smile enshrined Fahad slipping for Nayla. The two return to spend a night filled with love, giving and receiving the needs of the couple.

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Morning greetings. Morning sunshine keeps its promise, radiates its light—accompanies the earthlings start the day with a warm smile as warm as the radiance.

After performing the morning prayer service, Nayla was preoccupied with the activities of rumah—cooking, preparing the needs of her husband and also her sister. Three days passed, and today Nayla had to go back to work as usual.

“Kok, not missing, yes?” Nayla asked herself.

“Hi, Pretty.” Fahad pinched Nayla's cheek. “What's up?” tanyakanya.

“This.” Nayla shows both her hands, “the color of her mehendi has not faded.”

Fahad grabbed both hands of Nayla, seeing the design of mehendi that had not faded. The color is still very thick. “People said, if the color of the mehendi is dark it means her husband is in love. Means it's true said people.”

“Hah? Right how?” ask Nayla.

“Yes, I really love you,” said Fahad. “Udah justin, later also cross by yourself.”

Yes, it will disappear by itself. But what answer would Nayla give if her friends later asked about mehendi who filled her hands and feet. That's what he's been thinking about since.

Hm. Answer honestly, I want to lie about status, anyway?! Only my friend does know, not Fahad's friend. Nayla.

Nayla picks up her little sling bag, she leaves for work with Fahad. Andi has been going to college since this morning after breakfast.

Fahad did not want to limit what his wife did on the condition; Nayla did not forget her status as a wife—ada the limitations and obligations that Nayla must keep. Not that Fahad does not trust his wife, but the dark shadow of his past household is very scary.

Traumatizing. Fahad was a little traumatized if he remembered his first wife who was always concerned with career rather than family. Nayla is different, Fahad knows that. He does not want to put too much restraint on his wife, however.

“You don't want to hug me first?” fahad asked after Nayla got off her bike.

“Ngapain?” Nayla cringing. “Shame to see people,” he added.

“Yes, already, here kiss her forehead.” Fahad's hand grabbed Nayla's head and kissed her forehead for a long time. “Don't be weird, don't chat for long with guys!” Fahad.

“No surprise, just gatel!”

Fahad laughs, he pinches Nayla's petite nose squash. “It's the same.”

Nayla waves her hand to Fahad, and vice versa. Climb four steps, enter the restaurant terrace ... Nayla was already greeted by Sari and Doni, both of whom asked about what they had just seen. Especially Sari, he was so excited when he saw Nayla kissed by a man who he knew was still his friend's girlfriend.

Gasps? Of course, Sari was already like a journalist asking about her personal life. “Later home from work we can talk again, here I just came in, you know! We work first aja.” Nayla tries to avoid.

When Nayla had turned body—would put her bag into the locker, Mr. Manager came and greeted Nayla—more precisely insinuated. “Eh, Nayla. New bride has entered work aja.”

Yassalam ... said he can keep a secret? Dad is not cool. Nayla complained in her heart.

Nayla turns around, “eh, Father, good morning.” He looked down respectfully while brushing his smile—smile forced of course.

“Kok, already in work, Nay?”

“Yes, Father, just give permission for three days off. If I am happy for a month, sir,” said Nayla.

Both eyebrows Pak Manager interlocked, “mau a month? Be able. But to my room first, make a reason what about your resignation.”

“Eh! No, sir, three days is enough.” Panic Nayla.

Mr. Manager laughed at Nayla's overstretched face. He walks into his study, leaving Nayla with questioning eyes from Doni and Sari.

Sari pulls Nayla's arm, “want where? Play escape aja.”

“It's legal, right, Nay?” ask Sari again.

“Heh!” Doni grabbed Sari's hair, “whose name is married everywhere is also legal, beg*maintained.”

“Sick!” exclaimed Sari, he touched the head where Doni grabbed it earlier. “That is, official marriage what marriage siri, so!” his spray to Doni.

Not mean to insult or anything, Sari just make sure. He did not want Nayla to be harmed by the country's different marriages.

“Make it official, where would I marry siri.” Nayla.

“Sorry, Nay, I'm just a mastiin. But you're not—”

“What? Where did your mind run?” tukas Nayla who already knows what other questions will be thrown by Sari.

Little laugh, “you know, Nay, if my mind is gone.” Sari patted Nayla's arm.

“Emang that is on your mind what, Sar?” ask Doni.

“Nayla pregnant first!”

Sontak Doni again grabbed Sari's hair, making the owner of the hair cry out in pain. Again Sari said a very disrespectful thing, to Doni. But for Nayla it's okay, rather than guessing .. would it be better to ask the person concerned.

Nayla explains that she is not pregnant. Before getting married, Fahad was very respectful, the man just clasped his hand—no more. Nayla also said what was the reason for her not having a wedding party. Because he does not like it, it has been his desire for a long time.

After all, she was met and paired with a man with Indian nationality—and it turns out that her husband was not an ordinary person, not only selling saffron, but also a businessman. He did not want others to know who Fahad really was. Yes, she told Sari and Doni that her husband was a regular saffron seller.

“But, Nay, usually Indians and their neighbors are perverted.” Sari is back.

“Sari!” exciting Doni. Not yet he grabbed Sari's hair, Nayla had already grabbed it first.

“Yeah, can fall out all my hair!”

“Mulut daritadi mgejeplak continue! Don't carry the name of the country, but the person himself,” Nayla murmurs. “Do not judge all Indian men like that. Their heads are different, their thinking is also different, Sar,” said Nayla.

“Yes, but mostly it.” Sari.

“Most does not mean all, the proof Fahad never perverted me. He can take care of my honor, he appreciates what I've kept all this time. After all, there are no Indonesian men who are perverted what? In all countries there is also, but back again if not all perverted.”

Sari nodded, she glanced towards Doni who was standing beside her. “Ngapain see me like that?” search Doni.

“Neg. But it's true what Nayla said earlier, if in Indonesia there are also perverted men. Example—”

Ryan's coming, “what's this? Why collect here?”

“This, for example Doni one of the perverted guys that Indonesia has.” Sari pats Doni's shoulder.

“Ngaco!” Upset Doni.

Ryan said hello to Nayla— asking for news after three days he did not meet with his friend. He saw Nayla's two hands, “itu mehendi, right? Pretty,” said Ryan.

“The beautiful mehendi what person?” chirp Doni, made the three people who were in front of him who were staring at him full of question marks. Duh! Slips!

“Oh, yes, Nay.” Ryan tried to divert the mood. “Say you are sick, have you really healed yet? Kok, already in work.”

Sari said, “Nayla is not sick, she is married and does not support all of us.”

“Hah?!” surprised Ryan. He returned to confirm it to Nayla. And, yes. The hijab girl got married three days ago.

Silent. No one moved or spoke. Time seems to stop. Ryan and Nayla's eye beads locked long enough, until Mr. Manager's voice startled them.

Ryan left first without saying a word. “Dia why?” sari asked who saw Ryan getting further away from her sight.

“Hearts, he likes Nayla.” Doni.

“Seriously? Since when?” Sari shook Doni's arm, asking for an explanation.

Slips again. Basic Doni! He cursed his own stupidity. Choosing to leave behind two women who were staring in wonder at him, Doni did not care about Sari who called him. Even with Nayla, she went the other way ... leaving Sari with thousands of questions on her mind.

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