Love From Facebook

Chapter 53

Fahad, watch out for you!

Fahad lowered his head, holding back the laughter he had been holding since. He was still silent, letting Nayla, Vera, and also the restaurant manager—no one wanted to give up—every time Vera asked who the woman who came and disturbed them to Fahad, the man replied that Nayla was not his girlfriend.

Yeah, yeah, that's right. Nayla does not deny that. But ... I'm your wife, Fahad! Your wife! Why not talk about daritadi?!

Inner Nayla shouted, she was very upset about her husband's attitude. Didn't Fahad get the answer? That Nayla also had jealousy towards him.

“Pak, take this Mbak out!” restaurant manager orders to security.

Nayla's arm was held by the security—the man was preparing to drag her out. But Nayla threw him down forcefully, staring intently at the man. “I can get out myself!” he said firmly.

Glancing at Fahad, approaching and stomping on her husband's feet very hard. “Satisfied?!” stepping out, leaving Fahad grimacing in pain.

“Honey, wait!” call Fahad but Nayla doesn't care. “Sorry, he's my wife,” he told Vera and also restaurant manager.

“One more time I'm sorry, Vera.” Fahad.

“Hah?” surprised gawking. Of course they were surprised, it could be that a man was silent to see his wife was arguing with another woman. Nor does it say that the woman is his wife.

“Oh, shit!” geram restaurant manager. Sighing his breath in annoyance, he passed leaving Vera still pecking—for surprise and also.

Vera began to hear other visitors laughing after witnessing her humiliation. Passing away at a fast pace, it felt like he could not lift his face there because he was embarrassed. Already yelling, cursing the woman who turned out to be the wife of the man who invited her to get acquainted.

Vera is not entirely guilty. He was just a victim of Fahad. But still, women should not be too easy to get acquainted with men. Especially if it is a man from another country.

A thin smile tucked in Vera's lips, “but I saved my number in his phone. One day he'll call me.” He still hopes.

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Fahad managed to stop Nayla's footsteps. His wife was not able to run or walk quickly, more precisely .. keep themselves because sometimes his wife's stomach was still painful.

Grabbing Nayla's wrist, “Shona, don't get angry,” he said gently.

“I want to go home.” Nayla spoke without looking at her husband.

Fahad said he wanted to hold Nayla's hand. But his arm was rejected, and Nayla chose to walk ahead of Fahad.

Angry him.

For sure. Which wife would not be angry if she saw her husband talking to another woman and did not say that he already had a wife. Nayla felt like she wanted to curse her husband. Can't do. Nayla can't do that. He respected Fahad, any anger .. he couldn't possibly say rude. Nayla is not that kind of woman.

“I'm sorry, Shona, sorry,” said Fahad.

Arriving home, Nayla rushed inside. There is no Andi motorbike, which means that his sister has not returned home.

Sighing heavily on his breath, Fahad approached Nayla who was on the bed— lying on her side, behind her. Gently stroking the tip of the head of the wife, still with an unceasing apology she said.

“I'm sorry, I don't really want to know him. I'm not—”

“I know you intentionally,” Nayla said while sitting her body—facing Fahad. “But you stay quiet just look at me as he fights. You enjoyed the spectacle, I didn't like it. Whether you're kidding or being serious, I don't like seeing you get other girls. I don't like it!” nayla exclaimed with tears that began to wet her cheeks.

Pulling Nayla's body into his arms, Fahad kisses the old wife's head. “Sorry, I promise not to. I just wanted to see you're jealous, sorry.”

Nayla pulled her body back, looked Fahad in the eye and said, “if you fall in love with another girl ... Just say, I'll let you go. Don't think gini.”

“Nayla!” Fahad. “Why go anywhere, anyway?! I am not in love with anyone and will never fall in love again. I just love you. Is it less clear? Huh?!”

Their two beads locked each other for a while, until Fahad disconnected them first with his head down. Really, he had no idea that Nayla would think that far. No. gabe. He does not want to and will not fall in love any more than with his wife.

“Shona,” Fahad's voice sounds softened. “Do you feel that I am not in love with you? Just because of what was in the mall I lasain.” Staring gently at Nayla, he wiped away the wife's tears with his thumb. “Sorry, I'm sorry.”

“No more, I don't like.” Nayla. Fahad nodded then re-captured the wife's body. “You still keep the number?” ask Nayla suddenly.

“No, right, you saw it yourself .. I deleted her number.”

Stretch the embrace Fahad, “ya, just save it using someone else's name. Boy name for example.”

Scooping his face roughly, “no! Nih, look,” thrust his phone at Nayla. “See for yourself, if you need to call one-on-one, whose number I keep.”

Nayla chuckles, returning the phone to Fahad. “Ngak, ah. Make shy.”

A smile etched itself from Fahad's lips. Seeing Nayla who had returned smiling, made her heart come to relief.

***

Day after day, Fahad had to return to India. He still did not dare to speak to Nayla—, to be honest, he wanted to invite his wife to come to India. After an accident that causes his wife to miscarry, Fahad wants to keep Nayla close.

Not that he did not believe in Andi, but as a husband ..it was already his responsibility to look after Nayla. Not hearty, back away from his wife.

Sitting on the living room couch, Fahad was seen busy chatting with someone across the street. His tone sounded serious, even with the look on his face. Fahad called Nayla after a while ago he hung up his phone.

“Where is your body? Your stomach still hurts?” fahad asked while tucking Nayla's hair behind her ears.

Nayla shook her head, a smile etched on her shady face. “Udah well, my stomach is also not why-why again.”

“Shona, I have to return to India in the near future. I've been here almost a month.” Fahad ventured, after all, he must still say it. Sooner or later. “I can't, should be far away from you. I was worried, I—” Fahad stopped his words as soon as he saw the look in Nayla's eyes that implied disappointment.

“Later I try to persuade Andi, let her continue studying in India. Yes?” ask Fahad. Yeah, he knows. Nayla still has a hard time leaving Andi alone. He understood, his wife must be very worried about Andi who had always been beside him.

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