Love From Facebook

Chapter 56

Nayla has started packing clothes and all the equipment she needs—because tomorrow she has to go to India with her husband. The two argued a little about the clothes Nayla was carrying.

How could Fahad let his wife take all her clothes. There are only a few stels left in the closet.

“Do you want to tell me to wear a kurti? What if you need to wear saree?” pissed Nayla.

“No, Nayla.” It is certain, if Fahad has called by name, it means he began to get upset—more precisely tired of his wife's attitude. “Are you not back in Indonesia again?”

“Balik,” answer with a clean slit. He looked down, staring at the suitcase containing his clothes.

“Makanya, right. Not to be taken all. Later I buy a full dress with the shop, if necessary the same mall all.”

An upset rang out from Nayla's lips. Fahad approached, he grabbed his wife's wrist stiffly leading her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Feelings, used to be dating, you are independent and very mature. Now why be a little gini kid, anyway?”

Nayla looked down, she realized ..His attitude changed to childish every time she was with Fahad. And about the clothes that he will bring, that too much already—Nayla realized.

“Sorry,” regrets. Nayla raised her face so she could look at her husband's face. “I don't know why I'm such a gini. Though I never spoiled anyone, but now—”

“Neval.” Fahad smiled, he rubbed the top of Nayla's head gently. “I like you spoiled. But, yeah, that makes sense, dong. It's time to bring two large suitcases filled with clothes all of you.” Fahad. He holds Nayla's body, a kiss he gets on his wife's forehead.

“I'm so outrageous, huh? Am I not what you expected? Pas still dating until now we are married, it turns out I am different 180%.”

Fahad chuckled at Nayla's words. He did not expect, his wife today is not only spoiled, but also sensitive. He was getting his embrace. “Darling, I wasn't serious about you changing. You don't change, from the time we date to this moment, you stay the same. Stay my adorable wife.”

It does. No one changes when they are still in the dating stage until marriage. It's not about how long we get to know a couple from the process of starting a date, getting engaged, to arriving at a marriage bond.

Of course, the difference or even according to some people is a change, will look striking when someone steps into the wedding gate. Everyone should be able to understand that.

Respect each other, trying to understand that all differences and changes is a process for a couple so that each other can— to further instill the love that they have since decided to build it together.

“You're shocked, huh? Look at my sudden attitude like that.” Nayla asked.

“That's how?”

Nayla stretches out Fahad's embrace, “you, yes, asked instead her name back.”

Fascinating petite nose Nayla. “I'm not surprised, honey, it's humane. Everyone has their own side. Actually, you are not spoiled or childish, but sometimes just cheeky. Pengin bite your cheek if again kayak nyebelin earlier.”

A pinch of Nayla slings onto her husband's arm. But Fahad's reply turned out to be more painful, sure .. her husband bit his cheek to make an impact.

“Kok, bitten really, anyway? Kan, sick,” complained Nayla.

“Emang who said it didn't hurt?”

Nayla stood up, she came out of the room with an annoyed look. His palms are still on the right side of his cheek. He grimaced, Fahad's bite still hurting.

“Mbak?” call Andi who is sitting on the couch of the tv room.

“What?!” Nayla said as she sat her body beside Andi.

“Again!”

Andi smiled, she saw the bite marks on Nayla's cheeks. “You're romantically different, but exciting too.”

There was no response from Nayla. After a while, Andi showed me something from her foldable computer screen. Fahad is seen coming and joining them.

“I've collected all our childhood photos until, Ma'am, marriage. I made everything one. Cool, right?”

Yep. One by one photos of Andi and Nayla's childhood are seen from the video. The love of the two is very clear from the photo. Where is Nayla who always holds Andi's hand when they go anywhere. There is an old video where Nayla runs after Andi who was just walking. Nayla was afraid that her sister would fall, so she immediately took Andi's small hand and walked together.

The atmosphere enveloped the three of them. No one spoke except for the music from the video. Their eyes were still fixed on the laptop screen, tracing memories after memories.

Their photos as teenagers look very romantic. Unlike Nayla who does not like to take pictures, Andi really likes to capture every moment and save it as a memory.

“Jelek!” nayla exclaimed as she watched the slide of her sleeping picture with her lips slightly open. “You, really, have that photo?! When took? Where his body is a mess again.”

Andi and Fahad laughed. Yes, Andi took it secretly when her brother had just come home from work and immediately fell asleep on the sofa of the tv room with just taking off his bag, hijab, and shoes.

“All your cute photos doang, I have ugly photos. No exclamation, ah!” nayla complained.

“This is a moment longer there is a photo, Ma'am, which is more cute. Look aja first.” Sure enough Andi's words. The next slide shows the wedding photos of Nayla and Fahad.

A smile and a happy laugh emanated clearly from the photos. Different ... Nayla, Fahad and Andi were made to look at it. Nayla's eyes began to wet, her tears slowly dripping.

“Mbak.” Andi grabbed Nayla's fingers when the video ended. “Still, already the best sister. And sorry, I can't be a proud sister. I promise, one day, Ma'am, must be proud of me.”

Nayla clasped Andi's hand, the second view met each other, “since you were born, you were already so proud. Pride of father, mother, and all of us.”

Andi wiped Nayla's tears with her thumb. In the next second, Nayla slammed into Andi's arms. Her sister. The younger brother who had always been beside him, who was always together and always open to each other.

This is not the first time, Nayla has also been to India. But this time it was different, it felt different. Now her brother will go as the wife of a man of foreign nationality.

Andi knows, it won't be easy. His sister had to adapt to the atmosphere, culture, and people around him who were definitely different. Whether it's the day-to-day or the thoughts of these people.

Taking off her armband from Nayla and handing it over to the man who is currently more entitled to protect and be next to her. Weight. Very heavy. Andi's heart felt sad to let Nayla go far. But she was not entitled, Nayla indeed had to be with her husband—Andi realized that.

“Andi can call every day, right?” her voice choked, Andi wanted to cry .. but she held him back so that Nayla did not feel— was even more sad.

“Do not nanya. You do have to call every day, not to forget a day.” Nayla is still in her sister's arms.

“Transfer to India, yes? Calm down, later Mbak try to open an online business so you do not feel sad about Fahad, so you can study in India.” Nayla pleads with Andi.

Shaking her head, Andi broke her embrace and looked at the two beads of Nayla's eyes that were still wet. “This is not a matter of tuition or feeling sad about Fahad, Ma'am, but I want to go to college here. I don't want this house to be empty.”

Andi's eyes traced every corner of the house. “In this house many memories, Ma'am, in this house I can understand the presence of father and mother. And later if, Ma'am, already to India, this house which will be a medicine miss the moments we joke.”

“Come to India, Andi. For Nayla.” Fahad.

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