Love From Facebook

Chapter 52

A week after Nayla was discharged from the hospital, she was getting better.—also stopped working since the accident that day. In addition to Fahad's orders, she also wants to focus more on her husband and his health—so that she can get pregnant again soon.

As always, before going to college ... Andi cleaned the house first. He's been doing all that since Nayla got out of the hospital. Her brother's condition has not recovered properly, and she does not want Nayla's health to deteriorate if she has to take care of the laborious homework.

“Andi, just in there, Ma'am will wash his clothes,” said Nayla while putting a teacup into the sink bowl.

“This, right, Andi's shirt. It is not yet time to go to college,” said while pressing the washing machine control button.

“Yakin not yet time to go to college?” Nayla gave a warning. “Try to see, what time is it.”

Picking up his phone lying on the dining table, Andi's eyes were perfectly rounded in shock. “Mbak! I have an eight o'clock lecture, this is half eight more.” Andi rushes into the room, picks up the bag, picks up the keys to his bike and leaves the house.

“No shower first you?” asked Nayla who was already standing at the entrance.

“Udah, Ma'am. Earlier before dawn prayers udah bath.” Andi answered with busy hands wearing socks and shoes.

“Not breakfast first?” Nayla asked again.

“Let's be on campus. My laundry justin aja, Ma'am, later I go home continue.”

Turning on the motorbike engine, Andi drove the motorbike after previously he said goodbye to Nayla and said hello.

Nayla went back in, she sat on the dining table chair waiting for the washing machine to stop turning. His eyes were blank, staring far away somewhere. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly .. smile to encourage yourself.

Since the day of the accident, Nayla is now trying to get up, with Fahad of course—saling encouragement for the strength of the heart after what makes them feel loss and sadness.

“Shona?” call Fahad while sitting his body in the chair next to Nayla.

“Iya? What's up?”

“Streeting, yuk? To the mall,” invite Fahad.

Nayla nodded, smiling broadly—accepting her husband's invitation. Yes, he also needs refreshing.

The washing machine rang, indicating that the laundry was ready for drying. Fahad does not forbid his wife to do activities, he knows .. only Nayla herself knows how the condition of the body and his health.

It's lunch time. Nayla invites Fahad to enter a Korean restaurant because he really wants food from the ginseng country.

Waiting for the food order to arrive, Nayla asks why her husband's face looks upset since they entered the restaurant.

Fahad replied that he felt annoyed because other visitors noticed them—especially Nayla.

“They have eyes, Fahad. Let alone,” indifferent Nayla.

Frustrated, Fahad moved his seat. A few men who have since looked at his wife. “What are you doing?” ask Nayla.

“I want to close you, let them not see.”

Nayla smiled, patting the back of her husband's hand on the table. “Do not overdo it. They just look, don't take.”

“Yes, that's exactly it. From seein, keep having a crush, keep taking. Kan, peril.” Fahad. “You know, anyway? If I'm jealous again,”.

“Know, I know.” Nayla nodded, “but not gini either, Fahad. I don't deserve to be jealous of you.”

Their conversation stopped when the ordered food came. Eating jjajangmyeon, tteokbokki, and bulgogi—all of them were Nayla's orders, and Fahad only resignedly accepted whatever his wife ordered.

“Can I order Indian food here?” asked Fahad who was staring strangely at the food in front of him.

“It's Korean restaurant, don't be weird, ah.” Nayla laughed. “Although you are in Indonesia, but you almost every day eat Indian food.”

“Ngak. I often eat other foods.”

“Try first, Fahad.” Nayla feeds jjajangmyeon to her husband. “It's delicious. You must like.”

“Later tonight I make you something, now eat this first,” continued Nayla.

Eating food with eyes looking the other way, Fahad did not realize that Nayla had been watching him since. Following where her husband's eyes were, Nayla found a pretty girl— was also enjoying lunch.

“See what you are?” ask Nayla.

Fahad cut his eyes on the girl, turned to look at Nayla and shook his head. But soon his eyes returned to the girl.

Nayla hears, but it knows the word Fahad did not address her. He stayed down enjoying his lunch—though actually his tongue felt very tired to swallow it.

“Shona,” call Fahad but Nayla doesn't heed it at all. “You're not jealous?” tanyakanya.

The question was answered only by Nayla. “I go to the toilet for a while.” Standing up without looking at her husband, Nayla tried to cover up the jealousy she almost blew up in front of Fahad.

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Approaching a girl in pretty skimpy clothes—sexy—sitting and talking to each other like a single man, Fahad spoke with a polite speech.

The girl was the same, she spoke quite openly even though it was the first time they met. He used a handsome man who came and offered him friendship.

“Fahad?” muttered Nayla who immediately looked at her husband was with another woman.

Nayla wakes up when Fahad puts a smile on her, her husband wants her to feel jealous. Well, Nayla also walked and sat on a chair table that was quite close to her husband and the girl.

Some visitors noticed they—Nayla and Fahad. Although do not know what the relationship between men and women who eat together since last—entah a couple, or even a couple. For all they know, Fahad and Nayla came together.

Nayla pretends to be busy with her phone. Even so, his ears could hear whatever Fahad and the girl were talking about. Vera.Yes, Nayla heard that the girl's name was Vera.

Nayla looked very angry, her hands did not stop moving. Either fix; clothes, hijab, or whatever is on him. Women can hide their feelings, but not jealousy. Enough already! Nayla can't take it anymore.

He stood up, approaching Fahad with a look on his face. “Fahad!” he exclaimed, no matter how everyone looked at them. “Udah, yes! You did it, so stop! Let's go—”

“Sorry, Whose mom is this?” sela Vera's. Not getting an answer, now Vera turned to look at Fahad sitting in front of him. “She's your boyfriend?” tanyakanya.

“Hah?” Fahad pretended to be confused. “Not, not girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend.”

Eh? Doang? Not clarified? Nayla is upset. It's true, not a girlfriend .. but she is a wife, wife of Fahad. Nayla wants the word ‘istri’ that her husband said.

“Sorry, better, Ma'am, just go.” Vera spoke softly, more precisely exorcising subtly.

“Fahad!” sulk Nayla. He really felt neglected. Isn't it obvious that he feels jealous? Why did her husband not tell her who he really was. I don't know, Nayla was very confused.

Vera is fed up, because Nayla still hasn't left them. He stood up and pushed slowly Nayla—'s shoulder with a nose look very fierce. “Mbak, don't look for trouble, yeah! Don't bother us!” said fiery.

“Heh! Basic flirty!” Nayla doesn't take it. He also pushed Vera's shoulder, even stronger than Vera's. “You're the one who left, there!” snapped Nayla.

Geez, my wife's changing fashion ferociously. But that's okay, I like it.

Fahad just kept quiet, enjoying the live drama in front of him. He wanted to see his wife's jealousy, more and more.

“That's why the guy is quiet? Enjoying very captured two girls,” chirps one visitor. The sound of laughter sounded faint from those who felt funny seeing two people who were fighting the argument.

“You are flirtatious! Lenjeh!” sulk Vera.

“Basic shameless! Should be a girl do not be easy to meet with men, Ma'am. Look at the cute guys right at the door. Be careful, it could be the one who entered it komodo, not crocodiles anymore.” Nayla.

It should be like that, right? Not just accept guests who knock on the door. Find out first; who, where, what interests and intentions. It is not just accepting anyone just by meeting one. Because not all first meetings leave a good impression and full of beauty.

“Who are you? Coming even angry is not clear like gini. You, tuh, are shameless. So beautiful!” Vera doesn't want to lose.

Nayla looked at Fahad sharply, her hands clenched as if preparing to give a punch to her husband who had since remained in his position— sat back relaxed and did not care what was happening in front of him now.

“Go or I call security?!” gertak.

“Eh?!” surprised Nayla. “Dibiarin even crunched, huh?! I am this—”

“Sorry, Ma'am.” The manager of the restaurant came with a security. “I beg you not to make a fuss here. Please—”

“He who makes a fuss,” said Vera while pointing towards Nayla. “Usir him aja,” Plus.

Nayla's eyes were perfectly rounded, she was about to reply to Vera's words .. But her arms were already held by security. His anger was mounting, his two eyeballs were perfectly rounded.

Fahad, watch out for you!

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