Love From Facebook

Chapter 41

Nayla and Fahad are preparing to go to Nita's wedding. They look perfect with sarimbit clothing that makes their aura more radiant.

Still wearing pasmina, from earlier Fahad's eyes can not be separated from Nayla. His wife was very beautiful, to Fahad. Her tiny body covered by semi-brukat batik dress and pasmina deep pink—gaun very suitable to wear Nayla.

“Why did you see me like that?” ask Nayla. He feels uncomfortable just being stared at.

Fahad who sat on the bed was standing, “I again see Mrs Fahad.” He said as he gently touched Nayla's cheek.

“Kan, woo again.” Nayla is upset. He did not like to hear seduction, rather felt very sick.

Fahad chuckles, “not wooing. You are beautiful in this dress.”

“Means her pretty dress. If I don't wear this, I don't become beautiful.”

“You!” Fahad hugged Nayla, “do not make you anxious, later we will not be to your friend's wedding, how?”

Ck!

Nayla grinned, “you thought so it kept, I don't like!”

Fahad was just joking, he hugged Nayla. “Don't think like that, I'm sure you know me well. I'm not a perverted guy, I never said you were still dating. If now—”

“Updah-already, so everywhere. Yeah, I know and I believe you're not a naughty, perverted guy. Preserve it.” Nayla drowned her face in the chest of Fahad's field, smelling the scent of her husband's body that she was so fond of.

Andi saw her brother and sister-in-law out of the room, amazed when she saw Nayla so beautiful. Her face was full of happiness, smiles and hospitality which served as a plus point of a Nayla, her sister.

“Ngapain you that smile?” nayla's reprimand to Andi.

Andi shook her head, staying with the smile she put on. He who was originally sitting in the living room chair was up, approaching Nayla who was still in front of the room door.

“Mbak.” Andi tidied up Pasmina Nayla, Fahad only noticed the two brothers. “No, huh? A girl like that, Sister Nayla, gini? It doesn't have to be 100%, 90% is okay. Let me still feel that, Ma'am Nayla, is beside me continue,” said Andi.

The latest Nayla heard it, a clear lake began to fill her own eyes. Tidying Andi's hair and then saying, “love him, whoever it is .. because of himself. Your soul mate will definitely have something that makes you fall in love, not because he looks like Mbak.”

Andi nodded, understanding Nayla's explanation. “Hopefully, Ma'am Nayla, keep happy. Healthy and surrounded by sincere people.” The best prayer he ever said to his brother.

Andi and Nayla's affection makes Fahad miss his two younger siblings, Yasmin and Yumna. His spoiled attitude was both greatly missed. Just like Andi, her two sisters also hoped to have a husband like her ... Fahad finds out from Sahil, his best friend who also helps him work at the company.

Yasmin always told Sahil that she greatly admired Fahad, her brother's figure who could always maintain the honor of women. Also give freedom about what his wife wants to keep on condition; must not forget his obligation as a woman, a wife is also a mother.

“Andi, want to get married now? Let me find a soul mate,” chirped Fahad.

“Ngak, thanks. I can find it myself. I don't want to get married yet, I still want to go to college and keep working. Have your own studio.”

Nayla and Fahad chuckled at it. They also feel proud, at a very young age ... Andi has planned his future very well. Andi's photography hobby makes him continue to explore knowledge in the field of multimedia. Yes, he took the knowledge in university.

Nayla was very supportive of what Andi was doing, and now. Her husband always showed that he also cared about his sister.

Fahad is not looking for a face for his good name, he really cares about his sister-in-law. He was well aware, his wife became a backup for Andi— no matter how it was. Fahad knew, Andi always shared all his happiness and complaints with Nayla. The relationship of brothers Nayla and Andi makes Fahad amazed. He did not want to be a barrier between the two. Despite being his wife, he must not be selfish to master Nayla alone.

Nayla is a sister, sister, aunt, wife, and mother of her children. Fahad believes that his chosen girl can definitely do everything well.

***

All pairs of eyes were fixed on the couple who had just entered by hand-in-hand. The two look very harmonious, Fahad was not hesitant to show his affection in front of everyone.

The owner of the show has not been seen out of the room, the two are changing clothes. While waiting, Nayla and Fahad sat in a chair a little away from the other guests.

They asked each other, guessing who the couple they saw. Nita came to hear some of her friends asking about it. He explained about who the matching couple who did not hesitate to pay attention to each other which they were talking about.

Astounded. That's for sure. Hearing Nayla who is just a restaurant waiter and married to a foreign man makes them amazed. How could? Compact questions they ask.

Nita invites her husband to meet Nayla and Fahad. Soon, Doni arrives with Ryan. The two of them approached Nita— to congratulate. Ryan and Nayla's eyes locked onto each other, there was a sense of awkwardness between them. Ryan tried to neutralize the feeling, Nayla was the same.

Fahad's tail traced his wife's gaze. And, yes ... Ryan. Fahad really didn't like the guy. He cleared his throat and wrapped his hands around his wife's waist, further closing their distance.

“Doni, Sari is not with you?” tanya Nayla tried to melt the atmosphere.

“Sari can't come, maybe tomorrow she's here.” Doni apologizes to Nita and her husband. The girl was in the afternoon shift, and this morning her mother was sick.

Ryan looked at Fahad's hands, his chest rumbling, his hands clenching in annoyance. But as much as he could hide it all, he kept smiling. Let him keep it to himself, whether until when his defense can withstand the feeling he has been feeling.

Oh, shits!

Fahad swore in the heart. He's sick of being in a room with Ryan. She remembers that night Nayla was almost driven home after work by the man, Ryan. Fahad saw it for himself, one minute too late maybe he could lose the chance to get Nayla's heart. Maybe ... he could also give a blow to Ryan, if only he acted rashly and did not think about Nayla's heart.

“Nay, your husband already speaks Indonesian? She knows?” ask Nita.

Nayla shook her head, then nodded. It made everyone feel anxious when they saw his facial expression. Especially Ryan, he brushed off his smile .. and it didn't go out of Fahad's eyes. Again, he cursed in the heart. Cussing Ryan.

“Iya what's not?” ask Nita again.

“He only knows one, two words. The rest is like no, deh,” replied Nayla.

“Kok, deh?” now Doni asked.

“Iya.” Nayla nodded. “I have never taught or spoken that sentence in front of him, but somehow he can say that.”

“By what?” curious Nita.

Nayla slightly raised her face, smiling at her husband. “She talks, don't get weird, don't gatel, don't talk to a boy friend.”

Everyone laughed, except Ryan. Fahad who heard it, looked at the smiling Nayla. “Start naughty!” Fahad pulls Nayla's nose.

“Sorry,” says Nayla. Fahad further tightened his circle of hands on Nayla's waist. He did it because Ryan was in front of them. Although Nayla had repeatedly pinched Fahad's waist, her husband still did not take off or stretch his hands.

Embarrassed. Of course Nayla felt ashamed, even Nita and her husband lost to them. It is also difficult to make. Fahad is stubborn, it's useless he pinched it—hopes not to be too showing off intimacy, which there is precisely the body Fahad will be bruised blue.

The time has shown at nine o'clock in the evening, many guests have also returned home.

“Don, are you home? I want to go home.” Ryan speaking. He could not eat anything there, only the coffee served by the Nita family that he drank. Not hungry or anything, she just can't see Nayla making out with her husband.

Yes, Ryan knows Fahad is Nayla's husband. Her jealousy was stirring, making her tongue a mute .. she was very unappetised to see the food provided.

“Iya, it's late at night too, guests are home.”

Ryan and Doni passed away, before they had said goodbye to the two brides—as well as to Nayla and Fahad. Fahad's dislike gaze shone sharply as Ryan shook his wife's hand. Alright, it was a wedding reception friend Nayla.

***

After Nita's reception party, Nayla and Fahad are sitting together on the bed. Her husband was again busy with a folding computer. Nayla also saw Fahad talking on the phone with someone. Their conversation was very serious, Nayla knew that. Read from the look of Fahad's face, once in a while the man massaged his temple— felt confused, dizzy, and somehow more.

Close the phone, turn off the laptop screen and put it on the other side of the bed. “Honey,” call Fahad.

“Hemm?” nayla Sahut.

“Lusa I have to return to India, there is a little work problem.”

***