
Just a smile that Nayla gave Fahad. Baffled. Should he go to India or remain in Indonesia. After what he experienced, Nayla understood very well that Fahad was very worried about him. But, having to leave Andi alone .. it felt very heavy, for Nayla.
One more thing. Nayla was still scared. Fearful that her husband would feel ashamed to have a wife who did not have a high education degree.
Their marriage is still very young. But Nayla already knew her husband well, who would definitely not let her feel alone in India later.
But, Nayla is implying.
“Don't be afraid, there's me.” Fahad said, he held tightly the palm of his wife's hand. “You accept me as a husband what not, anyway?” tanyanya.
Nayla's eyebrows fused together, “kok, is it?”
Shifting his gaze in any direction, Fahad let out a tired sigh. There was a pause for a moment before he answered Nayla's question. “I, right, have told you, and how many more times I have to tell you that I must take care of you.”
Staring at his wife's old face, he gently touched the top of his head. “Don't be afraid, my family doesn't see anyone from their social status. When it comes to the views of people around, other people .. don't care and don't listen to anything they say.”
Nayla stared fixedly at Fahad's eyes, she knew ... Fahad sincerely said that. But, again the fear was seizing his heart.
“Tomorrow I'd like to book a ticket. Maybe in two or three days I'll be back in India. I'm asking you to think about this again. Which is good for you and all of us.” Fahad went out of the room.
Looking at her husband's missing body behind the door, Nayla can hear the disappointment of Fahad's voice. She looked down, trying to think about what her husband had just said. Which is best for yourself and for everyone.
***
Spend time together in the tv room after dinner. Andi sat down, staring at her brother and sister-in-law in turn. The two sat side by side, not a single word came out of them. Of course Andi felt strange, not as usual where there was only a joke of laughter from both.
It's another fast by the way, anyway? Andi.
“Mbak?” Andi called.
“Hemm?” Nayla.
“Can you please make coffee, no?”
Nayla nodded, before standing up she first asked Fahad if she wanted coffee. Fahad answered with a nod of his head.
Getting weird. The feeling from earlier did not sound like a war, but why was it suddenly silent like this?
Andi scratched his head. He felt strange and also .. frustrated, being in the middle of a couple who did not talk to each other. The atmosphere of the house feels colder than the cold snow.
“What's up?” Andi ventured to ask Fahad.
Fahad told Andi that he should return to India soon. Andi thought Nayla would not allow her husband to return to her country. Fahad immediately denied, explaining that his wife was still afraid to live together in his country. Still afraid of their social differences.
Fahad wants to say more, but his speech stops when he sees Andi giving him a code with the blink of an eye that Nayla has come.
Sipping the coffee that Nayla had just served, Fahad went into the room. Leaving Andi and Nayla alone, because her sister-in-law said she would try to talk to Nayla.
Andi who was sitting under— on the floor—kini sit next to Nayla. He cleared his throat before starting the conversation. “Mbak, Andi is still like a child, huh?” tanyakanya.
“Ngaco!” nayla Sahut. “You, tuh, already in college, rice sobakul you can finish yourself.”
Andi chuckles at hearing it. “Means Andi can take care of herself, right?”
Nayla frowns in wonder, “why is it?”
One foot up onto the sofa, Andi faced Nayla to make her more comfortable when speaking. “I know, Ma'am, I didn't mean to dispute my husband's words. Ma'am, don't worry, I'm fine here.”
“What do you say, anyway?” Nayla tried to divert the conversation.
Peeved, but Andi will not give up to persuade and encourage his brother. “Besides still fearing your family environment and social status, Ma'am, also can not leave Andi, right?” to the point.
Saying all good things, Andi hoped that Nayla would not feel confused and afraid. “Mbak, it has gone deeper and deeper into Fahad's heart. Not only Fahad, Ma'am, also fighting for your marriage. What now, Ma'am, don't you want to fight anymore?”
Nayla kept quiet, listening to everything her sister said.
“If Fahad is so sure, why, Ma'am, can't be sure? Never be afraid of the views of others. They have no right to our lives, let them say anything, which is important, Ma'am, the same Fahad. Don't think of anything else again.”
“Tapi—”
“Let's go, Andi's not done yet,”. “One more. I'm great, Mom, believe in me. I can take care of myself and keep the trust, Ma'am. Andi is not alone here, there are other brothers, right?”
Nayla nodded, her eyes turning red, holding back tears as she felt a sense of what her sister was saying. With all the behavior of Andi that sometimes makes him upset and impressed childish, but there is still an adult side of his little brother. Andi is still his little sister. No matter how old he is.
“No need forever, Ma'am, stay here with Andi. Even though it is far away, we can still communicate with each other. We can't stay in a situation we like and are comfortable living in. One day, we will move to a designated place. Baik—badnya already set. Andi can also go to India, right? So don't worry, follow Fahad to India.”
Andi is mature enough, he can advise his brother who is hesitant to make a decision. Heavy, that's for sure. But it was true what Andi said. They can still communicate with each other.
“So, would like to come to India, right?” ask Andi.
Nayla nods, “but if—”
“Quiet. If Fahad is sick, Ma'am, Andi will beat him. If necessary, Andi kill all of you is also okay.”
“Heh!” nayla exclaimed as she sent a blow to Andi's arm. “Do not ngaco, ih!” coined.
“Sick, Ma'am,” Andi. Grabbing Nayla one hand, then grasping her tightly. “I hope, Fahad will never hurt, Ma'am. May happiness always be in your household.”
Andi's sincere prayer was accompanied by Nayla. Andi felt relieved, he could help his brother get rid of the doubt that had shackled him since the first time Fahad expressed his feelings, first.
The ocean can be measured. But deep down, no one knows.
Yes, Andi did not know, there was still doubt in Nayla's heart. Doubt .. how he got away from his sister. His heart was too heavy to part for a long time. Also the distance that is ready to block the feeling of longing— which is also wrapped in anxiety.
Suddenly, Fahad exited the room and sat right next to Nayla, hugging his wife in a fit of anxiety. “Finally,” he said with relief. “After I have booked a plane ticket, we are going to India in three days. Okay?”
“Kita? You are going to India yourself. Why us?” nayla Goda.
Fahad clucked in annoyance, “I understand, yes, so you said what Andi was. I'm pretty good at Bahasa Indonesia.”
Nayla chuckles at hearing that. Indeed, little by little Fahad understood Indonesian. Even if his lips are difficult to pronounce, but he understands it as a whole.
“Andi?” call Fahad.
Andi turned her head, “what?”
“I need many times to persuade your sister this one. But once you said, he immediately said yes. You are indeed the best sister.” Fahad said sincerely.
Andi brushed aside a smile for Fahad, then later to Nayla. Just like Nayla, Andi also did not want to be away from her brother. Only Nayla is the place to come back .. Only Nayla understands her heart. Only Nayla knows him more than anyone.
But, he couldn't be that selfish to beg and hold Nayla to stay by his side. It is certain ... Nayla does not want to return far from her husband, after what happened to her brother.
“I have succeeded in persuading Mbak Nayla, so ... now you have to pay in advance for it all.” Andi raised his hand in front of Fahad's face.
Fahad asked, what did Andi ask. “Pay with happiness Mbak Nayla. Don't make him cry and be disappointed. If you ever make him sick, I make sure you regret it for life, ” replied Andi.
Andi spoke firmly. He meant it for that. No matter what, for him ... Nayla is everything. A priceless treasure.
Fahad put one palm over Andi's hand, he nodded as he replied, “for sure, I won't give him a chance to have his tears fall. A drop.”
***