Love From Facebook

Chapter 59

Sipping tea, Fahad pulled Nayla's wrist to sit next to him. She tucked Nayla's hair behind her ear and smiled. “Yes, you will definitely be lonely, so .. watch a movie, huh? Let's not be too lonely.”

“Can't go out?”

“Eh?!” fahad's eyebrows are linked to each other, “I don't give permission. Danger if you go out alone.”

Nayla laughed, she was just joking. Of course he will not come out because it has not yet memorized the streets around the apartment.

“Later noon I come home, we eat out.” Fahad told me before he left. “Be careful, yes. Do not open the door for anyone.” Hugged Nayla's body and kissed her forehead.

He closes the door after Fahad disappears behind the elevator door. Nayla tidied up the dishes and dirty glasses of their used breakfast. There was nothing else he did except clean the apartment.

The first day is nothing special, but being able to go back side by side with your husband is more than enough. I hope he adapts well to the new environment.

***

By driving the car, Fahad had already arrived at the office. All employees bowed while greeting the owner of Fahad Industries.

“Pak Fahad is working? Why doesn't anyone tell you he's in?” muttered one of the employees after seeing Fahad enter his room.

“Why are you guys bothered? He who is the boss does not bother. Like he wants to enter work when.” Which the rags follow.

It has been a month since Fahad did not go to work. They only know if their boss has any business in Kashmir. They don't even know if their boss is married, which they know, Fahad is a handsome and rich widower who has never been seen holding another woman except his sister, Yasmin.

“What is this? Why are you guys chatting here?” sahil's voice shocked all the employees who were still busy talking about their boss.

“That, Mr. Fahad has arrived,” replied one of the employees who was surprised to see Sahil.

“Fahad? When did he come?” ask Sahil who does not know if the boss and his best friend have returned from Indonesia.

“Newly, Sir.”

“Hmm, then why are you still standing here? Continue your work.” Firm Sahil.

Sahil quickly walks towards Fahad's room, wanting to scold him for not telling him if he has returned to India.

“Fahad,” call Sahil.

“What's up? Why is your face like that? Is Sanju scolding you again?” cerca Fahad who looked at Sahil's face with a serious look at him.

“Heh, Mr Boss! Why don't you love me when you're back?” exclaim Sahil while sitting in the front seat of Fahad's desk.

“Why should I tell you? Are you my mother?” Fahad laughed a little. He picked up the phone and asked his secretary to bring some files he needed.

“At least I can pick you up at the airport, Fahad.”

“I can go home by myself,” replied Fahad without looking at Sahil.

“Iya, yes, whatever. Then what about your wife?”

Fahad raised his face, “Why are you asking about my wife?” skink.

Sahil laughs loudly, “I just asked her news. You jealous?”

For a moment the two exchanged news. Fahad said his wife was fine. He also said Nayla miscarried in the accident. Before he even learned his wife was pregnant, Fahad had to swallow bad news about their first child.

Hearing him, Sahil can feel the sadness Fahad felt. Still vividly remembered how devastated Fahad was when Aadil left. And it happened again.

“Not me, Sahil, Nayla is more sad. He planned to tell me after I got to Indonesia, but God said something else. She still feels guilty.” Fahad.

“That's for sure, he must be disappointed with himself. But, you didn't scold her, did you?” ask Sahil.

Sahil chuckles, “but, first your first wife you're mad at all-out.”

Frustrated, Fahad wants to curse Sahil, but the sound of knocking on the door from his secretary makes him undo his curse. Receiving the file, Fahad opened the sheet and read it carefully.

“Fahad?” call Sahil.

“Hemm,” said Fahad without taking his eyes off the papers he held. “Don't remind me of her again, I'm happy to be married to Nayla,”.

“Sorry, Fahad, I didn't mean it that way. I'm just—”

“They are different, Sahil.” Fahad closed the map, staring at the face of the man sitting in front of him. “The situation at that time was also very different. I know, you must understand what I mean.”

Sahil. He does not mean to bring up the past or distinguish Nayla with Fahad's first wife, Sahil is very familiar with the nature of Fahad that is easily ignited emotions, therefore he feels a little worried if Fahad will scold Nayla. Especially if it's about children, Fahad can turn into someone who does not know what a relationship is.

“Nayla is in India, come to the apartment with Sanju. I'll introduce you guys.” Fahad.

“Dasar impostor. I won't get your trick again.”

Fahad laughs, he convinces Sahil that Nayla really exists in India. He even calls Nayla, asking her where she is so Sahil knows she is not lying.

“OK, later tonight I'm with Sanju to your apartment.”

“Tomorrow at night, I still want to enjoy the same time together Nayla.” Fahad laughed after getting a tissue throw from Sahil who felt played with. Fahad himself invited, but when he said he would come later tonight, Fahad also rejected him.

***

The sun was getting hotter, his busy work delayed making Fahad unable to keep his promise to have lunch with Nayla. Instead, he promised not to come home late.

There was nothing Nayla could say other than, yes it was okay. He understood, of course, his time with Fahad will be a little limited when it comes to work. No why. Originally, her husband still remembered her status which was no longer a widower. I remember that there was a wife waiting for him at the apartment.

Reading the novel book he brought from Indonesia, Nayla read every sheet of the romantic genre of the book carefully. Nayla doesn't like to read. He prefers to go to the park, enjoying alone time with a bottle of cold drink while looking at children playing with their parents.

Nayla felt happy if she could sit alone like that. No matter how many lovers are around him, he still enjoys his time alone. Until Andi called, scolded him for not coming home—then he rushed to go home before Andi picked him up.

Time shows at two o'clock in the afternoon. To fill his saturation, Nayla intends to make a cake. He walked towards the kitchen, he remembered. But the materials he needed were incomplete.

Nayla calls Fahad, asking permission to leave the apartment for a while. Of course Fahad wouldn't allow it. Nayla did not give up, she continued to persuade her husband to let her.

“I bought it near here, Fahad, bought me straight home, really. At least ten minutes.”

Fahad sighed in annoyance, just like himself, his wife was also stubborn. I don't know how many times he banned it, but Nayla still asked permission from him.

Honey, I'll buy some cake when I get home. We do it together, huh?

“Hemm, yes.” Nayla.

Hearing his wife's words, Fahad changed his mind. Just buy cake ingredients, and not far from the apartment, too.

You can go out, but don't talk to strangers, okay? Don't tell me what floor we live on.

“I can go out?” Nayla asked, her tone sounded excited as well. Not like that.

Ja. Go home, yeah, be careful. Fahad.

Nayla rushes to change clothes and wear her hijab after ending her call with Fahad.

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