Love From Facebook

Chapter 40

Time passed and it was time for Nayla to go home. In the parking lot, Fahad was waiting, a smile he pinned to welcome his wife.

Nayla walked quickly to the husband she missed. Yeah, not for a day but the two miss each other so much.

“Hai, My wife,” kissed Nayla's old forehead, tidying up the rectangular hijab that she was wearing to cover her chest.

“Wa'alaiakusalam, Husband.”

Fahad chuckles, “sorry, forgot.”

Fahad and Nayla were about to go home, but the voice of someone calling made them compactly turn to the source of the voice.

“Before, Nay, I want to give you this.” Nita offers Nayla a wedding invitation card.

Nayla exclaimed happily knowing her friend was getting married. He promised to come. “Tomorrow is this?”

Nita nodded, “iya, I wait for you guys.”

Nita passes away after Nayla introduces him to Fahad. Turning on the motorbike engine and driving at a moderate speed, Fahad wanted to enjoy his time with Nayla after officially becoming a couple.

Nayla who used to be going to keep her distance from him, now his wife was willing to sit closer when he was piggybacked. As it is now, Nayla did not hesitate to hug a little when Fahad increased the speed of the motor.

Arriving at home, Nayla first ordered food through an application. After that, he went to clean up.

“Fahad, I'm sleeping, huh? Soon maybe Andi will be home.” Nayla saw the wall clock, “I already ordered food too, later you eat first just the same Andi.”

Fahad nodded, allowing Nayla to rest. While he resumed his work through a folding computer screen. She knew Nayla must be tired of her daily routine. Work, take care of the house, and now not only the big Andi—baby that his wife must take care of, but also himself who must have taken more time off Nayla.

Working from afar makes Fahad a little confused, laptops and cell phones are never far from him. Calls, messages, emails, never cease to intrude.

“It looks like in the near future I have to go back to India.” Fahad touched his temple, arranging the flight schedule— also requires that he be far away from Nayla, who is now his wife. Weight. That's for sure.

***

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Nayla had not woken up. Fahad took the initiative to disturb his wife to wake up quicklyeveryhow many times he tried to wake her, but Nayla just squirmed without opening her eyes in the slightest.

“OK, get back to sleep. Here I make more soundly.” Fahad began to overlay half of Nayla's body, his hand slipping into the wife's short-sleeved t-shirt.

“Fahad!” Nayla opened her eyes. “What are you doing?” tanyakanya.

Not answering, Fahad smiled longingly. He clenched Nayla's body tighter, soaking a kiss on her cheek very gently.

“Honey! Why was my shoulder bitten?!” fahad complained after ending his kiss.

“Ya, you, still this hour already want—”

“You what?” Fahad Tukas. “People I want to kiss doang, nothing more.”

Nayla melengos, “got believe.”

Back hugging Nayla, kissing the top of her head, “I love you.” Say it sincerely. “Later tonight we date, yuk?”

Fahad invites Nayla to go out, Nayla nods. She also wants to buy a dress to attend Nita's wedding.

Out of the room with a condition of disheveled hair, Andi who was sitting in the dining room chair, enjoying the fried food immediately threw a teasing to her brother.

“Mbak, before leaving the room can be cleaned first by her hair. Kan, my virgin brain is still traveling everywhere.”

Tell me you got it from Nayla, “yakin? Your brain is still virgin?” jest. As impossible, a man of Andi's age had never watched an adult scene, even if it was just a kiss.

Although his head hurt, Andi laughed at Nayla's words. “Yes, not very virgin, anyway.” His clumsiness that managed to make Nayla back to anchor.

“Kan. Watch what are you? Just so you know, watching porn can take light from your face, not good also for health.” Nayla.

Andi protested, or rather defended herself. He said; that he never watched porn, never at all! Andi put emphasis on the word never. Even if the porn site is not blocked, Andi has absolutely no desire to watch it. He knows, it is forbidden by religion .. because of the many losses in it, detrimental in terms of health one of them.

“You—”

“Sayang.” Fahad's coming. Nayla, who was about to clamp Andi's head, stopped while looking at her husband. “Ngapain his hands like that?” tanyakanya.

“No, just tired.” Nayla. He decided to clean up immediately, before .. he made coffee for his two big babies first.

***

At seven o'clock in the evening, Nayla and Fahad prepare to leave. Both are wearing white clothes. Fahad with black jeans and plain white t-shirt. Nayla was the same, she wore black jeans and a small flower-patterned tunic, complete with a black pasmina patterned in white lines.

Anyone who looked, would definitely say that the two were a very compatible couple. But not for Nayla, he still feels less confident when coupled with Fahad.

Social status. It remains a frightening specter even though she is already a legitimate wife. The shadow that many people would make fun of him, making fun of his education, made Nayla feel like she wanted to step down. But his steps stopped, he could not dwell because the love that had already filled the space of his heart.

Arriving at the mall, Fahad and Nayla headed straight to one of the boutiques that specifically sell batik. Both choose batik sarimbit[¹].

“You really want to wear batik? Not wearing a suit?” Nayla.

“Yes, honey, I've never used batik either. Once there later there will be a girl who is cute if you see me wearing batik.”

“Oh, gitu.” Nayla nodded. “Yes, already, I want to make tomorrow beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful. Let many like, keep asking for my phone number, keep making arrangements, keep making!”

“Aduh, duh!” Nayla grimaced in pain as Fahad pinched her cheeks violently.

“Ngo anywhere by the way! I want you to do something?” Fahad took off the pinches.

“Lagian, you first started. Pain.” Nayla stroked her flushed cheeks.

Both of Fahad's hands cupped Nayla's face, “ here I kiss, let's not hurt.”

Ck!

Nayla dodges, “many people, don't be weird!” he warned.

Batik patterns that are not too full, the pink color contained in semi-brukat dresses become the second choice after a long time of choosing and sorting. No more that Nayla wants to buy, even though Fahad forced to shop for clothes or whatever his wife wants. All his clothes were still decent, nor were there any items he wanted to buy.

“Bring what gift, yes?” Nayla asked herself as she walked around.

“What if a couple watch?”

Nayla agrees to Fahad's choice, both of whom enter a watch shop. Long enough, they finally dropped the option on an elegant black watch for Nita as well as her husband.

Before returning home, the two stopped by a seafood restaurant first. Nayla was eager to eat the squid saos oysters, and Fahad also desired his wife. It is rare for his wife to ask for anything, and all she is asking for now is food. Wasn't hard.

In fact, the credit card that Fahad gave to Nayla since before marriage was still intact. There were no reports that his wife took one dollar from the credit card.

After dinner, the two walked to the parking lot. Fahad stroked both of his arms, giving warmth to his cold body.

“You're cold? Before leaving, don't wear a jacket.” Nayla also rubbed her husband's arms. “Why is it suddenly raining, anyway?!” his weakness.

“Udah is not too heavy, so do you want to go home what is the rain really subsided?” ask Fahad.

Nayla stared at both beads of Fahad's eyes, “you're cold. Buy a jacket first, yuk? Back to inside.”

Fahad shook his head, “no need, Honey, I already have my own jacket.”

Nayla knew what Fahad meant, herself .. yes, she was the jacket her husband had. “Seriously, Fahad, we bought a jacket just got home.”

Still refusing, Fahad invited Nayla to come home soon because the rain had begun to subside— left a speck. “Let me wear a jacket at home aja.” Fahad smiled intentently.

“Iya, yes, let's hunt home.”

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