Love From Facebook

Chapter 42

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.”

Her own eyes caught Fahad's face. Nayla tried to look okay, to be calm and then to put a smile on her face. “Iya. Sorry, I can't come with you yet.”

Touching his wife's cheek gently, “should I apologize. We've only been married a few days but I have to go back to India as soon as this.” Tuck Nayla's hair behind her ears, “I'll try to get back here in the near future.”

Nayla nodded, slipping into her husband's arms. Having to part for a while is really torturous. Indeed this is not the first time to be separated, but after being in a marriage bond .. the word parting was as if suffocating, making it difficult to breathe.

Fahad must immediately return for work reasons, there is also Ammi and his two younger siblings who are his responsibility. It is impossible to ignore everything. His wife could understand, she was grateful for that. Nayla does not demand much, it is she who is too demanding.

Yes, before going to bed he asked Nayla to stop working. Not because he had to go with him to India, but because he did not want his wife to get too close to Ryan. Fahad really didn't like the guy. I don't know .. when Ryan never be rude to his wife. The man was just his wife's friend, just like Doni. Not hate, just don't like it.

“Please, Fahad, I still want to work. You believe me, Ryan is good. I've known him longer than you, there's no reason I should stay away from him. He never made a mistake with me, just like Doni. Trust the same—”

She could not continue, because her lips had been silenced by her husband. “I believe, I love you.” He said after ending the kiss.

***

Just as usual, the morning greeted Nayla with all the busyness in the kitchen. She cooked breakfast for her sister and husband. Andi sat on the dining table chair which also became one with the kitchen. Watching her brother stir the coffee.

Andi already knew Fahad was going back to India, yeah ... Fahad told him himself. “Mbak?” call Andi and Nayla also raised her face, looking at her sister. “Why, Ma'am, don't go to India? Kan, already a wife.” Andi asked.

Nayla was silent for a moment, it took time to set up an answer so that Andi did not suspect—about what the real reason was. “Mbak will still work,” that's all Nayla answered. Because that's what's going through his mind right now.

Presenting milk coffee to Andi, Nayla turned body—face stove. “Breakfast fried rice, huh? That's simple,” said Nayla.

“Mbak?”

“Hemm?” sahut Nayla with her hands kept busy frying the rice.

Andi decided to wait for Nayla to finish cooking, because it was useless for her to ask if her sister did not seriously respond to what she wanted to ask.

“Mbak, I want to talk.”

Nayla finished cooking, she put the fried rice in a large container and served it on the dining table. “Not from earlier you have talked?” tanyakanya.

Andi clucked in annoyance. He pulls Nayla's wrist and leads her to sit next to him. “I'm serious, Ma'am.”

“Mbak, do not follow Fahad because Andi, yes?” tanyakanya.

“Because of you?” Nayla asked back, her eyebrows twitching together. “Mbak did not come because it is not ready to be in the middle of the world Fahad.” Nayla explained softly, so that Andi understood what made her delay in coming with her husband. “You know, right? Fahad is a businessman, and it is certain that people around him are all important people. High-educated. What is this mama? You don't want Fahad to be embarrassed, they know Fahad is married. But don't know who his wife” said Nayla at length.

He kept trying to convince Andi that that was the only reason. Did his sister just believe? Sure didn't. Andi knows Nayla very well. From childhood, Nayla understood herself very well. Even with him who understands if there is something that disturbs his brother's mind.

Andi again asked, “Yakin? That's the reason?” this is the third time he asks that question.

Nayla's eyes were locked by Andi, you're also the reason Mbak, Andi. Where can Mbak go while you have not graduated from college, have not worked. Nayla is sad.

Andi's brother who also cares about her, they also send money for her college needs. But it's not routine like Nayla who will give Andi half her payday. Nayla wants Andi to have a bright future, not like her who only serves restaurants.

“Mbak.” Andi grabbed Nayla's fingers, grasping them tightly. “Andi knows, Sister Nayla, lied. The main reason, Ma'am, is because of Andi. Yes, right?”

Andi assures Nayla that she will be fine. He will also try to find a job. He promised to keep his brother's trust, promised to take care of himself and will not disappoint anyone.

“Andi is big. Until when, Ma'am, will you keep it up? Ma'am, also have to think happiness, Ma'am, alone. It has been enough so far only Andi who is the top priority, now is the time, Ma'am, think of yourself. Follow Fahad, yes, Ma'am?”

“Andi, Ma'am has spoken this same Fahad. He agrees that he is not going to India right now. Not Mbak does not believe in you or anything, Mbak just still wants to be here, same you.” Nayla gives understanding.

Never mind. Andi can't convince Nayla. His sister was strong-minded, and he was also grateful ... Fahad could understand exactly what Nayla wanted.

Passing away from the kitchen, Andi walked towards the terrace—to clean his motorbike. Without Andi and Nayla knowing, Fahad had been listening to their conversation. Although he did not understand, but Fahad knew that their conversation was very serious.

Wanted to ask Andi, but a sense of shyness undoes it. He did not want to interfere further, Fahad understood. But it turned out wrong, Andi just told him.

Tell me why Nayla didn't come to India. Yes, the reason is afraid if Fahad will feel embarrassed and also feel unworthy to be in the middle of her husband's world. Nayla's other reason—about her, Andi didn't tell Fahad. He did not want any misunderstanding between the couple.

***

At airport. Fahad holds Nayla's hand. He reminded his wife to always take care of her health, also .. do not get too close to Ryan.

“Don't forget to use the card I already love, don't be taken. That's your right, don't make me feel useless as a husband.” Fahad.

“Not so.” Nayla tilted her body slightly, staring at Fahad's face. “Emang I no longer need anything, as long as you are here I am shopping clothes cash money have you. The mall also uses your card. Later if I need to use it too,” said Nayla.

“Iya, but—”

“Nevent discussing credit cards anymore. Yes-yes, I will wear.”

Fahad chuckled, hugging Nayla from the side and kissing her on the top of his head. “Soal Ryan. You don't get close to him.” Nayla nodded, taking care of her husband's words.

It was time for them to separate. Before, they hugged him long enough, Fahad kissing every inch of Nayla's face. As if he did not want to separate, Fahad hugged his wife for a long time.

Nayla was the same, she inhaled the scent of her husband's body. Feeling his warm embrace, and somehow he will return to that embrace—a hug that makes him very comfortable. A wave of Nayla's hands and smile led Fahad's departure until his body was further away from his wife's sight.

Riding a taxi, Nayla headed straight to her place of work. Today he will return home with Andi. Looking out the window of the taxi, Nayla's tears trickled down on her own. He could no longer contain the clear lake, since earlier .. when with Fahad, he managed to hold it. But now that he had separated, his heart ached, that distance was extremely painful.

This pain feels far from saumi. Far from a man who has taken heart and love. Stop Nayla! Don't cry, it's your decision not to go with your husband. Someday you will meet again.

Removing the tears, Nayla smiled to encourage herself.

***

“Kok, take a taxi, Nay? Not delivered?” sari asked after a while and saw Nayla get off the taxi.

“If taking a taxi means no transfer, Sar, funny your question.” Nayla answered.

Sari laughed, she patted Nayla on the shoulder in a fit of anxiety. “Ya, true too. Meaning where's your husband?”

“Back to India.”

Sari was silent, she seemed to think of something. “You're not afraid he's taken people, Nay? Your husband is handsome,” he said seriously. Not yet Nayla answered, she screamed in pain. “Aduh, duh!” her hair was pulled by someone. He looked back, “Doni, why was my hair pulled?!” he yelled in annoyance.

“Partially, the mouth cannot be guarded. That's Nayla household, don't interfere and don't be a stove.” Doni stared intently at Sari.

***