Love From Facebook

Chapter 61

Nayla brushed off a smile that instantly calmed Fahad's heart. “Yes, it's okay. Kan, I've only been here a day. Tomorrow-tomorrow if you forget again, I do not guarantee if you are not angry.”

Pinched the gaunt cheek of the wife then kissed her, “iap .. tomorrow-tomorrow if I forget, you can drive me out of the room.”

“Iya, sana shower.” Encouraging her husband's body to enter the bathroom immediately.

Out of the apartment with each other holding hands, Fahad looks handsome with a casual white T-shirt combined with black jeans. “Nuduk, don't look here.” Fahad.

Nayla looked up, she slightly raised her face because Fahad was taller than her. “Why?” Nayla asked innocently.

“Do not ask, just do not look here and there.”

“Tau that I was wearing horse glasses!” pissed Nayla.

Fahad chuckled at it, he bit the back of his wife's hand in a jolt which immediately he got a pinch on his stomach from Nayla.

Still in the elevator, the two were non-stop talking. “Lagian, why are you dancing and like gini, anyway? Kayak coed aja.” Fahad complained.

Nayla looked at herself, she turned right and left. Confused by what her husband said he looked like a student.

“How's a student, anyway? Ordinary feeling aja.” Nayla. “I also did not dance excessively. I'm just wearing powder, eyeliner, same, lipstick doang. You don't make it, yeah!” continued.

“People so look at you continue, I'm not—”

“I'm back to top.” Nayla was about to press the elevator button, but Fahad quickly pulled his wife's wrist. “Do I have to wear a negligee? You're overreacting, Fahad!” he exclaimed in annoyance.

“You fight?” Fahad asked.

“Eh? Me are you fighting?” Nayla asked back, her eyes glaring sharply at Fahad.

“Oke-okay, sorry, I was wrong.”

Insincere apologies, Nayla knows that. Not wanting to argue any further, Nayla chose not to respond to Fahad. With both hands she folded over her stomach, she did not look at her husband at all.

The elevator opened, Nayla stepped out first. He walked quickly, leaving Fahad, who had been smiling since.

How could Fahad not smile at his sulking wife. Adorable. His wife is adorable.

Already in the parking lot, Nayla realizes that her phone is left on her bedroom dresser. Nayla asks Fahad to wait in the car, while he will return to the apartment alone.

Nayla ran as soon as she saw the elevator door would be closed, “stop, please!” Nayla exclaims. Luckily, someone in the elevator heard, he threw out his hand to get the door open again.

“Hi, what's your name?”

Nayla was stunned for a moment, she met the man earlier this afternoon. “Oh, hi,”ia reply greet with doubt. Nayla pressed the seventh floor button.

“I asked, what is your name?” the man asked.

“Nayla. My name is Nayla.”

“You're on vacation or?”

“Yes, I'm on vacation,” replied Nayla quickly. Why is this elevator so long? Dan, wait? Why did the elevator door open on the second floor but he didn't come out? Oh Allah, Fahad ... Inner Nayla, she felt fear alone.

“Where are you from?” ask the man again.

From my mother's womb!

There was no way he would answer like that, Nayla was just innate. “I'm from Indonesia.”

***

“Darling, can you get me the cake you made earlier?” Fahad. They had returned to the apartment an hour ago after dinner at a chinnes restaurant.

“It's almost midnight, Fahad, eating the cake tomorrow is fine. I'm not angry.” Nayla explained. On the way to the restaurant, Fahad apologized and said he was just joking. Fahad landed a kiss on Nayla's cheek just before they got out of the car.

“Not that problem, I want to try your cake. As soon as I do you never make cake, so I want to try.”

“You are not afraid of fat?” Nayla asked. She landed her body next to her husband, sitting together on the couch in the tv room.

“No, sometimes it's okay, right? Ambilin cake, but before that ... change clothes you wear pajama, do not wear negligent kayak gini, fear I khilaf.” Fahad pulls the end of Nayla's armless negligee.

Nayla laughed, standing stiffly in the room. Replacing her negligee with incandescent like her husband's request.

Fearful. Fahad was afraid he forgot himself when his wife's migat wear skimpy clothes material. Yeah, Nayla hasn't finished puerper. It had been a month, but Fahad felt that Nayla's puerperium was more than two months. Long, for him.

Coming up with two cups of cake on a plate, Nayla and Fahad ate the cake along with black coffee— for Fahad and plain water for Nayla herself.

Enjoy the cake without a word coming out of Fahad's lips. Saying good, no. Saying bad, not even. Nayla felt that the cake was pretty good. Edible.

Glancing at her glance, Nayla noticed her husband who was engrossed in her cake. In fact, Fahad asked to get another cake, but still there was no praise or insult from her husband.

“Nak no, anyway? Kueya.” Nayla asked.

“Try you count that empty cup, how many?”

Nayla answered, there were four cupcakes that her husband had spent.

“Ya, means your cake is delicious, dear. If it is not good, it is not possible that I ate four cups. Tomorrow make again, yes?” pinta Fahad finished the last cake in her hand.

Fahad said that tomorrow Sahil and his wife, Sanju, will come to their apartment. Nayla nodded, she accepted her husband's request.

***

“You want me to fire?!” gertak Fahad on Anand. One of his employees.

Anand who was looking down shook his head. “Yes, don't want to, sir.

“OK, get to the point. You know, right? Our company is preparing a cooperation contract with a Malaysian company, and this is the first time we cooperate with a foreign company. I've told you all day long, right, same you?”

“Sorry, sir, actually all the files for the contract should have been ready from two days ago, but my mother came to visit, so I—”

“Already,” Fahad. “I want you to finish everything today.”

“Good, Sir.” Pasrah Anand's. He still wants to work at Fahad Industries, as much as possible he has to finish today before the return hours.

“Sahil is still in the factory, meet Sahil soon when he comes back. Talk to him about this contract.”

Anand wanted, he excused to come out so he could complete the contract file needed by his superior. Closing the door, walk a little further away from Fahad's room. Anand relentlessly cursed his boss.

Yeah, it's like that. Anand is often scolded by Fahad, but there is not the slightest intention in Anand's heart to resign from the company. He felt, Fahad was a good boss—although Fahad was famous for being angry about various things.

Fahad always gave alimony money to his employees who are Hindus when Diwali, Navrati or also called dussera, holi, raksabandha, and other Hindu holidays. Fahad always told all employees how important tolerance is. Fahad did not distinguish the employees, all the same in his eyes. That's one of the reasons Anand stayed faithful.

As with Anand, Fahad never intended to fire Anand. Since the first company was established, Anand has been working faithfully until this moment. His performance was pretty good, so Fahad never wanted to fire him.

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