Love From Facebook

Chapter 62

Fahad came home late. Time has shown at nine o'clock at night, but he is still struggling with his folding computer.

Picking up his picky thing lying next to the laptop, he saw a wallpaper where a picture of his wife smiling sweetly was clearly displayed. He sighs regretfully, not informing Nayla that he will be home late again.

There was one message from Sahil, he canceled to visit his apartment because there was a family event at his wife's house, Sanju. Fahad habits that do not remember the time while working, still carried away to this day. He promises, earnestly, to fix it, to Nayla.

“I'm home, Honey.” Fahad picked up his cell phone and suit on the back of the chair. Fahad hopes Nayla won't get angry. Disillusioned. His wife was certainly disappointed.

With an anxious face, Fahad sped up his footsteps as soon as he arrived at the apartment parking lot. Many times he asked for his watch, the time was already showing at half-ten p.m., slowly ..he turned the key and opened the door.

Nayla, his wife was asleep on the living room couch. Walking closer, he trimmed the hair that covered part of the face of the woman he had made disappointed for the umpteenth time.

Fahad raised Nayla's body slowly after she had previously put a suit on a single sofa. He laid his wife down, then pulled out a blanket to cover Nayla's body.

Fahad looked at Nayla's face long enough, he still felt confused by the person of his wife who was difficult to digest. Nayla is very calm in dealing with various problems, quite contrary to her first wife first.

No. gabe. It does not mean to compare. Only, now he felt more peaceful when he was beside Nayla. As if, Nayla channeled a calmness in her heart. He kissed his wife's old forehead, his lips curled into a smile.

“Thank you, darling, thank you for being by my side.” Fahad was about to stand up, but his hand was prevented by someone. Who else if not his wife. Fahad again sat on the edge of the bed, smiling as he gently touched the top of Nayla's head.

“You've come home?” nayla asked with a shady smile for Fahad. He sat down, holding the husband's palm. “Udah to eat?” ask again.

“Sorry, today I did not forget, but my habit that likes to forget the time if again work. Sorry, Darling.” Fahad kissed Nayla's palms.

“Iya. Have you eaten? Want me to masakin?”

Fahad's forehead creased deeply, again and again he did not get angry from his wife. He made a mistake, even though it was unintentional.

A strange thought emerged, Fahad asked Nayla. “Darling, if for example I fall in love with another woman, you are angry?”

Now it was Nayla's forehead that was wrinkled deep. Not enough that, his chest felt tight, his throat felt choked. What kind of question did he just hear. “You're in love again?”

Fahad shook his head hard, “eg, darling, eg.”

“You wish I was how?”

“Yes, I hope you're angry, you're maki-maki me. If necessary, kill me.” Fahad.

Nayla smiled, stood up and walked towards the closet. Get a change of clothes for her husband. “You just got home, why is it weird, anyway?” nayla said with a pair of Fahad casual clothes, she put it on the bed.

Fahad leads Nayla to sit on his lap. Her fingers tucked Nayla's long hair behind her ears. “It's just aja, but your response is even ordinary, not angry or nanya long time wide so.”

Fahad shook his head, “no will, honey, it won't happen. I cannot fall in love with another woman, I will not break the trust you have for me. You're my only woman, you're my wife, my afterlife.”

Fahad clutched Nayla's body, he buried his face in his wife's chest. “I just want you, I just need you, nothing else.”

Nayla nodded, her tears could no longer stand. Shadow if it really happened, it was certain that his world would collapse. I don't know what it would be like if another woman entered the palace of their household.

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Walking with her hands together, Nayla drove her husband to work until in front of the apartment building. He plans to buy some kitchen necessities. Fahad wanted to accompany Nayla shopping, but this morning there was an important meeting about the company that could not have been only Sahil and Alina handling it.

Staring at his wife's face with sadness, Fahad was worried that Nayla was leaving alone. “Honey, you can order kitchen materials, no need to go alone like gini. I'm worried.” Fahad touched gently one side of Nayla's cheek.

“I'd rather shop by myself, Fahad, I can pick the vegetables. Not far away I buy it, at least one to two hours I shop. After that go home.”

The smile from Nayla seemed to drugged his worries. His wife is not the spoiled type of woman, all Nayla will do while she can and can. Fahad said goodbye, he hugged Nayla and told her to always be careful.

After Fahad's car got further and further out of his sight. Nayla rushed to the vegetable and fruit store not far from the apartment. With a simple and casual style, Nayla always looks beautiful when her tiny body wears jeans combined with a small floral design tunic and dark pink pasmina. Very compatible with the pink tunic she wears.

Nayla was about to cross the street, but she paled as soon as she heard her name called. He stopped, looked around and found out who was calling him.

“You're still here?” greet a man who is now in front of Nayla.

Nayla nodded, smiling knots. “Iya,” in short. “I excuse—”

“Wait!” Anand.

Anand asked, where is Nayla's current destination. By reflex, Nayla pointed to a vegetable shop she was going to. Asking the unimportant thing, Anand did not let the beautiful girl before him pass by. Although Nayla had already said excuse me, she followed Nayla on her way to the store.

A tad. Nayla was a little scared, but remembering that she was in a crowded place, made her heart feel calm. No one will do evil to him.

Arriving at the store, Nayla removes the basket and immediately picks and retrieves the vegetables she wants. The store apparently not only sells vegetables, there are other household needs that are neatly arranged on each shelf. You could say, it is not just an ordinary store, but already like a minimarket.

Nayla doesn't care about Anand, she enjoys her time shopping. His basket was already full of vegetables and other ingredients he needed, Nayla walked towards the cashier. Followed by Anand from behind. Until a ringing call came in heard from his phone. Anand swore as soon as he saw the name on the phone screen.

Anand took the call. Nayla doesn't understand, because Anand speaks Hindi. To be more precise, Nayla did not care. Nayla's groceries were finished packed, she passed away without saying goodbye to Anand who was still busy with her phone.

“Sorry, earlier—” Anand turned around, he did not find Nayla the last time he saw standing behind him, paying. Spreading his gaze, his two eyes caught the figure of Nayla who had already crossed the road. She smiled and said, “she is brave enough to walk alone in a country of people, it proves that she is an independent woman.”

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