Love From Facebook

Chapter 45

Sanjeeda asks why Nayla did not come to India. Fahad honestly answered the reason for Nayla who still felt afraid of their social status differences.

“He used to deny me that reason, and I don't want him to come here. I don't want him to feel more inferior or anything, I've tried to encourage him .. understanding love if there's nothing he needs to fear, there's nothing different from him and me. But, yes ... he remains afraid, afraid that I feel ashamed of his path,” said Fahad.

Sahil laughed, “it turns out there is a girl who rejects you. I thought that she was the one who—”

“Nayla is not like that!” Fahad Tukas. “I chased him, not him chasing me.”

Sahil apologizes, “I don't mean that, Fahad, I think he was the first to recognize himself to you. Talk first, catch up first, and—”

“How is it not?” this time it was Sanjeeda who cut his words. “That's the same thing you said that Nayla was chasing Fahad first.” Sanjeeda grimly said that.

Fahad shook his head, “I knew him after the divorce, even when I came to Indonesia, he was angry and immediately told me to go back to India. He rejected me, he was afraid, I could see it from the look in his eyes. He already knows what our country's customs are, but for now .. he is not ready to come here, he still wants to work.”

Fahad's narration of how the figure of Nayla, makes Sanjeeda impatient to meet his best friend's wife. Nayla must be a different person, whether what the woman has .. who can make Fahad come back to life, back to feel what love is and a relationship.

“You will know if you have met him, he is different.”

Sahil pat Fahad on the shoulder, “we are sure your choice is definitely the best of all good. We support you, give him encouragement so that he is not inferior and afraid again.”

It's been quite a night, Sahil and his wife say goodbye. They are warning to quickly bring Nayla to India—t be impatient to meet the figure of a girl who can be captivated with a widower like Fahad.

Fahad goes into the room, he picks up his flat object lying on the nightstand. Her smile widened as it soaked the contents of Nayla's message.

“Fahad.”

It was his wife's message, but it felt so happy. Now someone is waiting for him, yes .. although not waiting at home, but at least someone is waiting for him to call.

Not replying, he prefers to contact her via video call. One, two, three times no answer. Closing the call lethargic, “maybe already asleep, tomorrow I'll call again.”

He lay down, taking his wedding photo on the nightstand. “Why I miss you so much, all day is busy. No time to send a message, once you send a message, even I do not reply. Sorry, sweetie, I'll call you tomorrow morning.”

***

Time passed by so quickly, Fahad and Nayla's relationship was fine. The distance is quite far, it certainly makes the two must hold each other back when the miss is torturous. Storms, it was definitely inevitable. But so far they can solve the problem with a cool head.

Nayla was in the parking lot, she was going home. The call from Sari unplugged him who would start the motor. “What's up, Sar?” ask Nayla.

“I can stay at your home? Mother same Father again to the house of brothers, I do not dare in my own home,” said Sari.

“Nginap at home I just, Sar,” timpal Doni who just came.

Sari shook her head hard, “danger, dong. Can be married forcibly.”

“Ya, good.” Doni smiled intentively. “Let's not use lamar-lamaran anymore.”

“Friday!” sari Exclamation. “Yuk, Nay, road.”

Nayla smiles at Doni and Sari who always throw jokes in the name of liking. “I'm afraid you guys are qualified, loh!” Nayla gets on the bike and wears her helmet. “Kualat, keep turning out to be a soul mate,” he added.

Sari responded with a laugh, Doni was the same.

Arriving at home, Nayla parked her motorcycle on the terrace. Permit Sari to clean up first. Clean dishes and dirty glasses that he had not been able to wash this morning because he was in a hurry.

“Nay, Andi hasn't come home?” sari asked after cleaning herself and changing her clothes.

“Not yet. Wh why? Want to tempt Andi?”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Andi just got home. Without greeting, he shouted his brother's name. Stepping straight into the kitchen, raining down on a question that Nayla was completely unaware of.

“Be quiet first what Mbak cabein your mouth!” snapping Nayla who immediately made Andi close her lips tightly. “It's slow. Fahad why?” tanyakanya.

“That, Fahad send money to Andi's account. Make what try? Andi sent a message but it wasn't opened with her. Andi doesn't like it, Ma'am, Andi doesn't want.”

“Later Mbak try to ask him first, it's true he did not send,” said Nayla. “What to eat yet?” the question was answered by Andi's head. “Mandi used to eat with Mbak Sari also.”

“There's Sari's Mba? Nginep?”

“Iya. I've had a shower.”

***

After eating, Nayla walks into the room leaving Andi and Sari chatting in the tv room. He picked up a flat object that he still had not taken out of the bag. There were three calls from Fahad that he did not hear. How not? He activated silent mode, of course he heard nothing.

Nayla's angry response was received shortly after she contacted her husband. Fahad was angry because of the longing he could no longer resist. Switching voice calls to video, Fahad still scolds Nayla.

“Where is the phone not to be left, do not be given silent mode,” said Fahad with annoyance. Nayla has apologized and explained that she forgot to change her phone mode.

“Iya, but do not repeat again,” continued Fahad.

Nayla was silent, she was down. Dare not look at her husband's face. Yes, it was his fault. She felt she should understand better before her husband got angry.

Seeing his downcast wife—ia realized that he should not be angry just because his call was not received.

“Honey,” call him in a softened voice. Nayla stays down, “Honey, look at me.”

Long enough, until Nayla ventured to lift her face. The clear thread flows by itself. His heart ached with the anger of Fahad. “Sorry, I was wrong,” he said hoarsely.

Fahad was shocked to panic, he was confused to see his wife crying. “Honey, don't cry. I didn't mean anything. I miss you just.”

Nayla wiped away her tears, she looked at Fahad who looked riled up. “Not only you miss, I do.”

“Sorry, Shona[¹], sorry .. I was wrong, I should have known better if maybe you were still busy. Sorry, sorry, Shona.”

Nayla stopped crying, but the rest of the tears were still seen inundating the corner of her joint. After feeling calm, Nayla asked about the money Andi— received through his account.

Fahad said; it is indeed Andi's right. Andi is now his sister. Just like Yasmin and Yumna, whose needs he met.

“But Andi doesn't like it, Fahad. He doesn't want.” Nayla.

“Let me talk to Andi myself. She must have accepted, I would not feel considered as a sister if she refused it. He's my responsibility too, honey, he's my brother too. I don't want any more rejection or anything, it's my decision.”

Alright. Nayla can't resist anymore. If it's Fahad—'s decision that will also take care of Andi as his sister, he and Andi will try to accept. She was trying to appreciate her husband's good intentions.

“No need to say anything before the phone closes?” ask Fahad.

“Do not forget to eat, pray also do not perforate. Udah.”

Fahad chuckled at it. “I love you, take care of yourself and your health.”

***

[¹] Shona : call dear, same as jaanu.