Love From Facebook

Chapter 50

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.

Fahad's words actually make Nayla can not stop stemming her tears, she spilled all her disappointment and pain in the arms of the man she missed so much. In her husband's arms, Nayla was endlessly crying. I'm sorry she didn't know about her pregnancy. I'm sorry that he couldn't look after their child.

“Honey,” both hands Fahad cupped Nayla's face. “Don't make me more guilty of your apology. Here I'm wrong, I can't take care of you two.”

“I want to thank you for the surprise when you came, but it turns out—”

“Ssttt.” Fahad re-captured Nayla's body, more into her chest. “Udah, Honey, it's okay. God has something beautiful behind it all. I'm not guilty of you, the important thing is that you are safe.”

For a long time the two gave each other hugs, giving each other strength because their hearts were wounded. Yes, Fahad was also sick and disappointed .. but his wife was more sick and disappointed. Unrelenting tears, apologies, really ... Fahad couldn't see all that for too long.

Fahad has already lost a child. His heart was so bitter that prolonged .. none of the human beings wanted a sadness, but what would be said, all was his destiny. Fahad tried to rise from his sadness. He was able to get through all that pain when he met Nayla.

And now, he again felt pain and sadness where he had to lose a child that he did not even know his presence who had lived in the womb of Nayla, his wife. Fahad wants to be angry. Not to Nayla, but to herself who could not take care of her.

An apology was thrown from Nayla's lips, tears were unceasingly dripping .. Pain, pain was mixed in Fahad's heart. Just a hug, a gentle swipe that he hoped would calm Nayla's heart.

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Fahad exited the inpatient room after he laid Nayla's sleeping body in his arms.

He walked to Andi—ingin's ward to ask about his sister-in-law's condition. Seeing Nayla's wounds that caused his wife to miscarry, and Andi who was also seriously injured.

“Andi.” Fahad approached, sitting in an available chair next to his sister-in-law's hospital bed.

Opening his eyes slowly, his head still felt dizzy. Andi tries to sit down but Fahad forbids him—fear the blood on Andi's wound back out.

“Sorry,” the first word that comes out of Andi's lips.

Fahad sighed heavily, again he had to hear an apology. No. gabe. He did not blame anyone at all in this incident. Even if he is disappointed, but what has happened cannot be repaired.

Of course Andi felt guilty, seeing the situation of Nayla who had to lose her first child candidate .. and now she had to face Fahad with a sad face that made her feel even more guilty.

“I can't take care of Ms. Nayla, I didn't know she was pregnant. Sorry, Fahad.”

“Andi, I'm tired of hearing sorry. I don't know how many times Nayla apologized, and now you're apologizing too. Come on .. no one is to blame because there is nothing wrong.” Fahad said he was sick of hearing sorry. “Don't apologize, look at you and Nayla congratulations on making me relieved, don't make me feel burdened with your apologies.”

If only at that time he was not busy with his phone, if only he did not take off his hand on Nayla. Andi cursed his negligence for what befell Nayla. Guilt remained raining in the corner of the recesses of his heart.

Hearing the ringing of a cell phone, Fahad reached into his pocket to receive a phone call that turned out to be from his sister, Yumna. He excused to leave Andi's ward to receive the phone call.

Yumna's panicked voice, which she first heard, asked her what was going to make her go to Indonesia suddenly. Saying that there was nothing serious, he only missed his wife very much. Let him be considered a man who has been consumed by love—but in fact he loves Nayla.

Telling the real reason, Fahad certainly can not say because Nayla has made him promise— not to tell that he has had an accident that made him miscarry. Nayla doesn't want her mother-in-law to worry. Given his age is no longer young, and their distance is quite far.

Fahad also spoke to Ammi, apologizing for not being able to return to Kashmir first. He promised to return to India soon.

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His two beads of eyes unceasingly looked at the face of the wife who was still involved pale. Grasping his fingers, kissing him, and giving a gentle swab. His heart relentlessly apologized for what his wife had to go through. As a husband, Fahad realized he was to blame.

Determined that he will keep what God has entrusted to him. The woman he painstakingly earned his heart and love.

“Fahad,” call Nayla.

Suddenly Fahad raised his head, smiling at Nayla who looked at him with a pushy look. “What's up? You need something?” ask her gently. “You drink?”

Nayla nodded, and Fahad took a bottle of mineral water and helped his wife drink a straw.

“Fahad?” call Nayla again.

“Hemm?” he gently stroked the top of Nayla's head.

Nayla asked softly, “have you eaten?”

He answered with a nod of his head and a smile that indicated he was fine. “Udah, was bought fried rice with Mbak Indah. He knows that I like fried rice, so bought it.”

Staring deeply into Fahad's eyes, “you must be disappointed,” shrewd Nayla.

Fahad nodded, he went to sit next to Nayla—'s body hugging his wife for long, seeking tranquility from her warm embrace. He shed tears of disappointment that he could no longer bear.

“Shona,” corner of her eyes watering, still hugging Nayla. “Am I too bad to be a papa? this is the second time.”

His voice sounded very heavy, disillusioned with himself for what happened to his two children. Nayla stretched out her husband's embrace, cupping the face of the crying man on her shoulder.

Nayla understands her husband's feelings, losing Aadil in a heart-wrenching way— took a hard blow to her husband. Trying to get up, and succeed .. but now the sense of loss is again spreading like salt sprinkled on the wound.

“Fahad, I'm the—”

“No, don't say sorry again,” Fahad said. “I can't hear that word, I feel more guilty with you guys. I was too busy with work, then and now the same. I can't give more attention to the children I should be playing with, I hug.”

Nayla wipes away Fahad's tears while brushing her smile, “ini is not because of you. You yourself said that if nothing is wrong, this is all disaster .. no one asked for kayak gini.”

“Tapi—”

“Fahad, God has good intentions behind all this. That's, right, what you told me? I am strong because I have you beside me. Hold my hand,” Nayla's hand grips Fahad's palm tightly. “We're both, we can't be like gini. God does not like His people to drag on in grief. I'm sincere. I sincerely God take a new fetus briefly in my womb. And you should be sincere too. Yes?”

“You're not disappointed with me?” fahad asked after a moment of silence was created between them.

Nayla shook her head faintly, “this pilgrimage is not the reason I am disappointed with you.”

“Thank you, for always making my heart calm.”

“You slept, yes, you must be really tired.” Nayla smiled as she gently touched her husband's cheek.

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