Love From Facebook

Chapter 4

“Mbak, let's have another chase, huh?” andi asked with a mouth that chewed food. After completing his college assignments, and Nayla who finished folding clothes .. now both are enjoying dinner together.

“Not Mbak, working temen,” replied Nayla as relaxed as possible. He did not want Andi to be suspicious of his question.

“Masa?” search Andi.

“To believe the same Ma'am,” ketus Nayla.

Andi again asked, “Mbak, tomorrow afternoon shift, right?”

“Iya. Why?”

“For him, Ma'am at home what goes where, so?”

“Oh, yes. Tomorrow I go to the house. I made a deal.”

“Tuh, right .. in say also what, there must be something the same, Ma'am,” exclaimed Andi. “Who, anyway, Ma'am? Tell Andi-lah, knowin, kek.”

“Aaan, anyway, you?!” Nayla moves on, she walks towards kitchen—not wanting Andi to see her face flushed with embarrassment.

The time has shown at 10 pm and Nayla has fulfilled its obligations—salat isya'. Again, Nayla looked at her phone and there was not a single message from the man she was waiting for, Fahad.

“Ah, come on, I'm sleeping aja.” Mumbled.

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At four o'clock in the morning, Nayla was awake as soon as she heard the dawn prayer. Nayla rushes out of her bed, going to the bathroom. Finished the prayer, Nayla did not forget to wake Andi. Andi was a very difficult person to wake up, Nayla had to call and shake her body many times.

After successfully waking Andi, Nayla returned to the room and saw her phone, there was already a message from Afsal apparently.

“Good morning, Honey. Sorry, I was tired and sleepy last night.”

“Hemm.”

“Are you angry?”

“I'm not angry.”

“What time are you here?”

“No idea, maybe seven or eight.”

“Alright, I love you, Honey ... Allah hafiz.”

How, the contents of the message is like a dating person, anyway? inwardly Nayla, he smiled reading the contents of his message and also the message of Afsal.

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Nayla's ready to go to the hotel, meet Fahad. Nayla is not good at dressing up— because she does not like dressing up excess—just just polishing her face with thin foundation, powder, then lipstick her favorite peach color.

Andi had left for college at half-eight. Still waiting for her order, Nayla repeatedly saw her appearance from the mirror reflection of her wardrobe.

“Udah neat ballom, anyway? powder me stupid not?” ask Nayla to herself. “Ah, it fits, really. Fragrant too,” muttered Nayla while inhaling the scent of perfume that she sprayed onto her clothes. He moved his body to the right and to the left, looking at his appearance.

The sound of an online taxi horn that he ordered, indicating that he was in front of his customer's house.

Nayla always uses the services of an online motorcycle taxi to go to work if Andi is unable to drive and pick her up.

“Still, Mas,” Nayla told the motorcycle taxi driver while returning the helmet and paying for it.

“Iya, Ma'am, equally, do not forget the star, Ma'am,” the taxi driver brushed off his smile.

“Siap, Mas.”

Nayla was still standing in front of the hotel, looking at the luxurious building in front of her, she let out a long breath. Nayla steps. He stopped as soon as he felt the vibrations of his mobile phone that he held, the name Fahad who was calling him.

“Fahad! Don't call darling!” nayla who returned had to hear the call. ”I'm in front of hotel.”

“I'm at the restaurant, come here.”

“Iya.”

They both ended the call.

As soon as Nayla got closer, Fahad stood up and welcomed Nayla's hand. Unknowingly, Nayla receives Afsal's welcome.

“You've had breakfast?” asked Afsal while sitting his body in the chair he had previously sat down for breakfast.

“Hemm,” says Nayla.

A waiter came, brought a glass of avocado juice to Nayla and coffee to Fahad.

“Do you order this juice?” asked Nayla who was astonished.

“Yes, I ordered it. I know you like avocado juice.”

“Oh.” Nayla rounded her lips, forming the letter O perfectly.

“Alright, what are your plans for today?” ask Fahad.

“Nganter you to the airport,” replied Nayla after drinking her juice.

“What?” fahad's two eyebrows intertwined, shocked at Nayla's reply.Sighing long, Fahad's gentle tone said and reassured Nayla that he was really serious and wanted to see his family soon. If necessary, now he is ready to meet Nayla's family, asking permission to marry the woman sitting in front of him.

“You don't believe it?” fahad asked who was answered by Nayla.

Afsal took a deep breath, stood up and took Nayla's hand to his room. Waiting for the elevator to open, Nayla with a tone that sounded scared, she said, “I don't want, Fahad.”

“Quiet, Honey, I just want to show you something I brought from India,” Fahad said softly.

Nayla was silent, in her mind raging, various questions came up— which made her even more confused.

Nayla sits on the sofa, while Fahad is busy picking up a suitcase and is seen pulling out a thick map there. Afsal walked towards the sofa, and sat down beside Nayla. He took out the contents in the map.

“See, I brought my divorce papers and brought all my identity cards.” Fahad opens the divorce papers and her identity, showing them to Nayla.

Nayla looked at all the documents on the table. Fahad got up to get his laptop. He showed a video in which there is a mother and her siblings who clearly said that they want Nayla to be a daughter-in-law and sister-in-law for them. Yes, Nayla, Nayla Anjani. That's the name they call.

Nayla was shocked and again she could only be speechless seeing all this.

What is this, O God? How could he really love me and how could his family accept me? I am neither beautiful nor rich. I cannot be compared to Fahad who is clearly the perfect man in the eyes of women. I don't deserve Fahad. I don't deserve. Inner Nayla, she was not aware there was a clear bulb coming out from the corner of her eye, wetting her cheeks.

Fahad quickly wiped away Nayla's tears with his thumb. Wanting him to hug the woman he loves, but the memory where Nayla refused in his arms—kemarin— made him undo his intentions, he knew Nayla did not like him.

“Honey,” soft Fahad. Nayla raised her face, looking at the face of this man beside her.

Fahad asked_asked for an explanation—what reasons did Nayla not want to marry him and what reasons made her not believe her love speech. Nayla answers Fahad's questions and hopes the man can understand why.

Nayla says that she (Fahad) and herself are very different. Nayla also explained the difference between the two of them, that Fahad is a rich and honorable man, highly educated, let alone their traditional and cultural differences that are very impossible. And he's just a restaurant waitress, doesn't have a college degree like Fahad. Then how can he be with the man, also socialize with those who are honorable and have the best title on the campus first. Let alone being respected, no one would want to be friends with a girl like her, Nayla thought.

Nayla explained with tears that still continued to force out— took out all the pain that was in her heart.

Fahad assures Nayla that the treasure and throne are not important to her, past wounds make her more concerned with her feelings of heart and love, rather than thinking about social status.

“Nayla, I don't know since when I fell in love with you. I just know that I really love you.”

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