Love From Facebook

Chapter 49

New Delhi, at 11pm local time.

“Indonesia Number?”

Fahad finished the meeting, he had just seen his phone. There were ten missed calls. His heart began to calm, he wanted to call the number, but he had been contacted first. He swiped the green call icon. “Halo?”

“Iya, with Mr Fahad?”

“Iya, myself, sorry who is this?” ask Fahad.

“I'm a nurse at hospital X, Sir, I've tried calling your number many times but there's no answer. I want to inform you that your wife and sister-in-law had an accident.”

“Accident?” Fahad. He looked down, closed his eyes. “Then how are the two, Sus?”

“Mr Andi is conscious, but Ms. Nayla has not been aware after having surgery some time ago. Here is Mr. Arif with other families.”

Fahad was shocked to hear his wife had surgery. The shadow of how severe the wound of the wife ran through his mind. “Operation?”

“Iya. Later after you arrive, the doctor will explain everything.”

Fahad said he would fly to Indonesia soon, asking for help to convey it to the Arif Society.

Meeting held at the hotel, Alina arranged it at the request of Fahad's business partner who asked for the meeting to be changed from Friday to Saturday. Fahad ran out of the hotel, all he had in mind was how he could quickly fly to Indonesia.

Baby, wait for me.

“Fahad?” call Sahil who also just came out with Alina.

Fahad said about his wife and sister-in-law, he asked Sahil and his secretary, Alina— to take care of everything. He's going to Indonesia.

Seeing Fahad's chaotic circumstances, Sahil cannot allow his best friend to drive a car alone. He drove Fahad back to the apartment to get his passport, then drove him to the airport.

Thanks to Sahil, Fahad entered the door of international flights. He was very agitated, many times he saw the clock hand that was coiled around his wrist. It felt very long, as if time had deliberately made him have to be more patient to meet with Nayla.

“Oh, shit! Why delay?!” furious Fahad. He had arrived in Malaysia, but the plane suffered minor damage to the engine. Make it have to wait—no matter how much longer. “Tadi in Delhi also delay, it's delay again. Though in less than an hour I can meet Nayla,” he added.

He scooped his face violently, glancing at the watch that had shown at three in the afternoon. He wanted to be angry, but what was the power? He still has to wait.

***

“Mbak Goddess?” call Andi.

Ma'am Dewi had just arrived, accompanying her husband, Mas Irfan to wait for Andi in her nursery. “Yes, do you want to eat? What drink?” tanyanya approaching.

“Neg. I can borrow some glass, Ma'am Dewi?”

His forehead wrinkled, both of his eyebrows fused together. Ma'am Dewi was surprised why her sister-in-law asked for glass. Even with Mas Irfan who immediately moved from the sofa. “Make what?”

“Borrow aja. Where?” Andi raised her hand. Although his body still felt weak, he tried to look fine.

Maak Dewi took the small glass in her bag and handed it to Andi. “You want a lipstick?” his clumsiness that managed to make Andi smile thinly.

Andi pointed the glass directly above his face, he saw a wound on his temple that was not dry yet, but his blood had stopped coming out.

“Udah here the glass.” Mother Goddess took the glass forcibly. “That's not what I gave you earlier.”

After seeing the wound that had not spilled blood, Andi forced to meet Nayla. From that moment on, he had refrained enough to not meet his brother. Mas Irfan and his wife also insisted that Andi stay in his ward, as it was very dangerous if the wound was bleeding again.

“My wounds are not severe, Mas, if it is severe I have fainted fit there, or even die.” Andi.

“Andi!” furious Mas Irfan. “Yes, you are strong. You didn't faint or die. But if you're not sewn, don't bandage either. Just sleep can not use a pillow, can not sit, let alone get out of bed.”

“My back is hot, Mas, from earlier the fall continues. I'll sit down if I can't go to Mbak Nayla.”

“Bentar, Ma'am ask sister first. Wait.” Beautiful mom out.

“Sorry, Mas, better tomorrow only. Wound—”

“Just a moment, Sus, I'm back here again,” keukeuh Andi.

Geez, Andi, the nurse until the head is as stubborn as you.

Mas Irfan and Mbak Dewi could only be silent, seeing Andi who remained determined to meet Nayla even though the sisters had forbidden her.

“Yes, already, but just for a minute, huh, Mas? I'll get you a wheelchair first.”

Andi smiled with relief, she was ushered by the sister and her two brothers to Nayla's nursery. As soon as the door opened, he found Nayla sleeping. He approached, reaching for his brother's weak fingers.

He looked at his face .. he rubbed gently on Nayla's cheek. Makes her brother wake up. “Mbak,” smile Andi welcome Nayla. “Sorry,” Embedded.

Nayla smiled, she scanned every inch of her sister's face. The wound still looks gaping, “luka kamu—”

“Udah cured,” Andi. “Mbak, sorry Andi.”

Silent for a moment, a clear circle dripped back from Nayla's silent eyes. He did not blame Andi for what caused him to lose his first child. Undeniably, his heart was very sick and disappointed. But what you want to say has all happened.

“Sorry, Andi can't take care of her, Ms. Nayla. Sorry,” he said many times.

“No need to apologize, nothing is wrong either. Kan, this is a disaster.” Nayla spoke softly. “You haven't healed yet, go back to your room, yes. It's okay, it's better.”

Andi did not heed Nayla's words, he remained there. Grasping her brother's hand tightly, not wanting to stay away . Guilt for what happened to Nayla was always running around in her heart and mind. Condemns for her stupidity, so Nayla must lose her first child.

Her eyes lingered on Nayla's face, she knew .. her brother was trying to be okay. That smile can't lie to Andi, “Mbak, sorry. Because Andi was—”

“Andi,” Nayla. “Udah, yes, don't discuss that anymore. Ma'am is sincere. It's not your fault, calamity .. no one wants to believe gini.”

“If, Ma'am, do not push Andi, if Andi did not let go of the hand earlier ... Ma'am, it's impossible to think gini.”

Touching gently one side of her sister's face, she removed the corner of Andi's watery eyes—Nayla knew, her sister held back her tears. “Andi .. don't make Mbak more sad, the important thing is we are safe. Problem child,” he took his breath deep, closed his eyes for a moment. “God has a reason behind all this, Ma'am sure, who is good to think of Allah .. surely Allah also has the best. Don't beat yourself up. Sincerely, there is nothing better than sincere,” said Nayla softly.

***

After quite a while, Nayla managed to persuade Andi to return to her ward. Because the wound that returned spits out a little blood. Nayla was worried that Andi's wounds would get worse.

Andi according to, he wants to recover quickly to return to look after his brother. Refusing to be driven by a wheelchair, Andi prefers to walk.

Opening the door, he saw Fahad walking closer to him. “Fahad,” says Andi.

Fahad walked faster, he approached Andi and Mas Arif who were looking at him. “Andi, you—”

“Fahad, sorry, I can't take care of Mbak Nayla as your child-to-be. Sorry,” he said repeatedly.

Hearing Andi's words, Fahad's forehead creased. “Child?” tanyanya.

Andi nodded, “iya, Sister Nayla is pregnant. Sorry, Fahad.”

Touching his sister-in-law's shoulder, Fahad smiled. “Udah, don't think about it. The important thing is that you survived, and .. your wounds bleed, return to your ward, rest.”

Seeing the incoming Fahad, Madam Dewi and her husband, and Mbak Indah decided to come out. Give time to the couple to spend time together.

Fahad sat on a chair beside his wife's bed, watching the face he missed. A smile and laughter that he had not seen for a long time. Recalling Andi's words about the prospective child .. Looking at Nayla's stomach, her heart again hurt. He has lost Aadil, and now he has to lose his son—which he does not even know his presence in the womb of his wife.

Heart's sore. But he realized his wife was much more hurt. He kissed Nayla's forehead long ago, until his wife opened her eyes. “I'm back,” he said with a warm smile.

Looking at the face of the husband who was only a few centi away, his tears came out by themselves. “Sorry,” the first word he said after a moment of silence enveloped their meeting.

Removing Nayla's tears with her thumb, “don't apologize, you're not wrong, dear.” Fahad again landed a kiss on his wife's forehead.

***