Love From Facebook

Chapter 55

Fahad wakes up early, intending to make breakfast for Nayla. Omellete, that was all he could make easily and quickly. After last night's conversation, Andi managed to convince Nayla to come to India.

He already booked the ticket. Initially, he would order three because—one ticket he meant for Andi. He wants Andi to be in India for some time. On the grounds that he could not leave his studies, Andi refused Fahad's invitation.

Andi wants Nayla and Fahad to have more time alone. Also so that he and Nayla can get used to each other far apart. Last night, when he had entered the room .. he looked at a photo of Nayla in his cell phone gallery. Her tears forced her to drip, she tried to comfort herself with a smile. But the pain of knowing he would be far away from his brother, made him unable to hold it.

While preparing breakfast, Fahad was still trying to persuade Andi. A college break would not be a problem, or better if Andi moved to India. Fahad suggested that. Again, Andi refused. Even though deep down he wanted to say yes.

“I can't make you anymore, Andi. But if one day you miss Nayla and finder, say yes, yes? You guys should see you soon.”

Andi nodded, saying Fahad's words.

***

There was a small debate that occurred after breakfast. Andi, he chose to say goodbye early to campus because he did not want to see the debate that would ruin his mood in the morning.

“Ke market?! I don't want to!” reject Fahad.

“We leave for India, you know. So I want—”

“What do you want to buy into the market? Vegetables can also be bought at the vegetable maker who every day through here,” Fahad said.

“Iya, know. But I want to buy something, not vegetable.” Nayla pleaded with her own eyes.

Sighing annoyed, Fahad was unable to resist. Embarrassed. He never entered a market. In India it has become common or natural for a man to go to the market to shop, but Fahad never went to the market. There was a housekeeper in his house.

“Shortly, yes? Don't stay on the market for long. I don't want to be a spectacle.” Fahad warns him, and Nayla misses him.

The two argue over the shoe issue. Nayla wanted Fahad to wear casual sandals, but her husband insisted on wearing shoes because he did not want his feet to get dirty. Nayla also lost the debate about shoes.

“To the market doang shoe life? I guess go to the mall what?!” nayla Gerrick.

“This wife is really, yes.” Fahad. He took off his shoes and replaced them with relaxed sandals.

Finished with sandals. The two argue about the car. “We use a matic motor, not a car.” Nayla insists.

Closing back the car door, Fahad stared intently at Nayla. “You really want to make a fuss? If so, let's make a fuss in the room. No need to go to market.” Grabbing Nayla's wrist, about to enter the house.

“Eh, you forgot? I haven't—”

“Shit!” Fahad stopped his footsteps. He forgot, Nayla hasn't really finished puerperium. I don't know why his wife wasn't finished. In fact, for a young fetus, it does not take long to puerperate. Unlike a fetus that has been formed perfectly—which is definitely the same period of life as a woman who has just given birth.

Maybe because Nayla was too shocked or, I don't know. Doctor said, it does not matter if— there are no serious complaints.

“Sorry,” says Fahad. “I've been tugging at you, you're okay, right? Nobody's sick, right?” worry Fahad.

Nayla shakes.

Touching the soft top of Nayla's head, the glare of her sharp eyes was already gone. Replaced with a gentle look. “We took the car, huh?” fahad asked who was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla.

Hugging Nayla's body, he kissed his wife's old forehead. “This little wife of mine has always worked to make me fall in love. Again and again. Make gaunty.” Fahad pinched both of Nayla's cheeks with his anxiety.

“I'm 23 years old, yes. If you're a kid, why do you try?” sulk Nayla.

Fahad laughed, back he pinched Nayla's cheek. “If you wait for big, hunt me old.”

***

They were in the market. Nayla get off first. Fahad, he's still sitting in the kur even though he's opened a little door to his car.

Nayla opened the door wider. She invited her husband to come down. Fahad shook his head, he refused and said that he would wait in the car alone.

“Just a minute, Fahad. Come on,” take Nayla again.

“The market is very rame, darling, I'll wait here aja, yes?”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. Again they have to argue. “The name of the market from the time of Majapahit is also rame. Grave, tuh, deserted.”

“Who said? There over rame, on ghibah and sitting around on tombstone.”

“Fahad!” nayla's annoyance made Fahad laugh. Adorable. That's what he's always seen from Nayla. “Yes, already, I entered by myself. Meet another Indian guy in.” Nayla turned around, she was about to step away from her husband.

“Heh!” Fahad pulls Nayla's back jacket. It definitely made Nayla's body restrained and then looked back. “One more time talking about it, I cabein your mouth!”

There is no choice, rather than having to let his wife go alone and become the center of attention of other men.

Step deeper in. Instantly, both of them caught everyone's attention. It is not just him, a foreign citizen who enters the market. Nayla and Fahad are convinced of that. I don't know why they remain the center of attention. What they're thinking, Fahad doesn't know.

People's eyes make Fahad quite uncomfortable. He looked down, hiding behind his hat and sunglasses. Holding his wife's hand, he gripped her firmly, making Nayla grimace in pain.

Nayla paused for a moment, about to take off her arm. But Fahad actually flicked his finger to Nayla's forehead, making Nayla complain.

“Sick,” complained Nayla while touching her forehead.

“Means don't take it off with his hands, if I'm missing how?” Fahad.

“Any-odd, anyway. Not ashamed of the same age?”

His wife always makes him angry. A kiss suddenly landed on Nayla's right cheek. From whom else, if not from her husband.

His eyes rounded instantly, quickly his hands pinched Fahad's stomach hard. “Too, Fahad!”

Not protesting or angry, Fahad actually smiled. No matter the intimidating looks of some people. What he kissed was his wife. “What? You mad? Yeah, let's go home. Or do you want to add another kiss?” nosy Fahad.

Returning to his feet in annoyance, Nayla stopped at a place selling various kitchen spices and vegetables. His hands deftly picked and sorted the vegetables he thought were good.

“So he said not buy vegetables, but now instead—”

“Iya,” Nayla. “So his intention is not to buy vegetables. But a nice vegetable gini, right, dear if not purchased.”

Women are always right. The intention of the house is not to buy vegetables, but once his eyes see something. But only vegetables, Fahad did not feel astonished. He could not possibly forget, his wife was not a woman who would easily spend money on unimportant matters.

Take off her glasses and hang them on her collar. Smiling, her hands are pointing touching the top of Nayla's head, “buy whatever you want.” Nayla nodded, again choosing vegetables and seasonings.

The merchant counted and put everything Nayla bought into the cloth bag— she had brought from home.

“What girlfriend, Ma'am?” the hands of the merchant.

“Suami, Mom,” replied Nayla with a smile.

Mother trader again asked, “bull, Ma'am. Where did your husband get it from, Mommy? How, can be that good.”

Someone dumped on the side of the road, so I took and made husband. Inner Nayla was upset.

Nayla greeted him with a smile. Finished buying vegetables, they walked towards the row of clothes sellers.

“You're jealous, aren't you?” ask Fahad.

“Jealous for what?”

“I became the center of attention of people, said the mother I was handsome, right?”

Huhuhh

Nayla Pedantic. She did not want to respond to her husband's words that would certainly be widened everywhere.

Buying negligee. Yes, the initial intention of Nayla going to the market is; to buy a negligee. Fahad said they would stay in New Delhi for some time. After that, they will return to Kashmir.

The temperature of India is quite hot, it will certainly be more comfortable to use neglig— and lanin casual clothes. After all, there were only the two of them as well as Yasmin.

“We can buy in mall, Darling. There the choice is also more,” said Fahad.

“Here are also many options. Besides, I also prefer to buy in the market, the material is not less the same as in mall.”

“Honey, but—”

“Fahad,” complained Nayla.

Smiling forcefully, he gently touched the top of his wife's head. “Iya, yes, buy everything. All the same shops and sellers.”

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