Love From Facebook

Chapter 63

Slender. Nayla was back alone in the apartment. I don't know when Yasmin will be back in New Delhi. All the housework was done. Even with a cupcake that will be served tonight to her husband's best friend, Sahil and his wife.

At three o'clock in the afternoon Indian time, he decided to call Andi. It was the third call, but the call was not received. Putting her phone on the nightstand, Nayla took a beautiful framed photo there.

He smiled as he saw Andi's smile in the photo. Since morning he had not had time to exchange news, Andi also did not send a message. Muttering softly, Nayla asked where her sister was. Sleeping or busy on campus?

Nayla immediately picked up the phone as soon as a video call came in from Andi. A smile from Andi greeted him warmly. His heart felt peaceful when he saw the smile of his sister.

“Sorry, Ma'am, it was still on the way. It's just up to home.”

Nayla nodded, her smile never fading. He was so happy to see Andi. “Iya. Just got home from college, where are you from?” tanyakanya.

“From campus. Ma'am, how are you? I met Ryan, you know, Ma'am.”

Nayla frowned deeply, there was a pause just before she asked Andi a question. “Ryan?”

Andi nodded quickly, “iya, I stopped by at the restaurant opposite the workshop, not long after he came. Be us eating one table.”

“Udah kayak people dating, dong!” exciting Nayla.

Whizzing annoyed, now it was Andi's forehead that was wrinkled deep. “She's nanyain, Ma'am, loh.” Andi was very excited when talking about Ryan. It's as if he knew that Ryan had feelings for Nayla.

“She was also nanya ... when, Ma'am, go home.”

“Andi, already, ah! Discuss the others, not him.” Nayla turned her eyes in any direction.

“Why?”

“You want to make mbak can not sleep all night, because the name Andi?”

“Kok, can? Why emang? What is the history?” Andi started teasing her brother. He smiled without guilt.

“Nothing. Your phone call just wants to tell you, not talk to anyone else. If you want to talk about Ryan, mending mbak directly asked Sari aja.”

Both of Andi's eyes were perfectly rounded. “So, all this time, Ma'am, still like how about Ryan to Mbak Sari?”

“Ngawur! No, yeah! Do what it's about other guys.”

Andi laughed, she could see again the face of her brother who was angry and upset. He misses her, misses everything that his sister would do to him. Whether it is attention, ridicule, carelessness, or even anger that can make the entire house as if there is no life.

How not? Her brother really likes to silence people—if you are angry. Once enough Nayla yelled in annoyance, next .. tomorrow, her brother would shut her up. When spoken to, Nayla will only answer as necessary, without the slightest desire to see the person who invites her to talk.

Andi persuaded, apologizing that he would no longer discuss others, especially discussing a man. Andi also knew, it was not good, just .. earlier he did want to tease Nayla. Her brother was married, it was inappropriate to talk too much about other men. Especially if it reaches her husband's ears, it will be very embarrassing and destroy her brother's self-esteem as a wife.

With the reason of having to go somewhere with his friend, Andi ended his video call connection first. Nayla has to cook something for her husband who is coming home soon.

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In India it is summer. It was impossible for Nayla to wear a long-sleeved shirt that covered the aurat. Moreover, he was at home, he also chose to wear a negligee without arms since he came home shopping this morning.

“If I don't cook now, then he'll come home to eat Indian food.” Nayla muttered with her hands busy washing the chicken.

He has not been able to cook Indian food, of course, Nayla cook this time is Indonesian food. Not that she does not like food from her husband's country, it's just .. if she does not eat vegetables with gravy without coconut milk, her throat seems dry like being in the desert. I don't see any life there.

Chicken soup with soy sauce is his favorite. Still cutting vegetables, Nayla can already imagine the fresh soup SOP combined with super spicy sambal. Not that she hated Indian food, or did not appreciate her husband . someday, she would have been able to cook food from her husband's country. Everything needs a process, he will learn little by little.

Fahad also returned the smile of his wife, he kissed Nayla's old forehead. And a warm whip he gave to his wife. “So much I'm with this wife.” Fahad.

Nayla stretched out Fahad's embrace, she took one step back. Apologizing, that's what Nayla said. Fahad clucked, he closed the door and led his wife's hand to sit on the sofa.

“I just said kangen, didn't say you were wrong. Why should I apologize, anyway?” tuck some of Nayla's hair behind her ear. He looked at the wife gently, “you do not know your husband well, yes?” tanyanya while pulling the tie to make it a little tenuous.

“I know, really. What do you mean, anyway?”

Kan, so this length later if discussed. Complaining about his own question is wrong. “Gini, I mean, tuh .. don't apologize anymore about you who can't love the inner obligation anymore. I'm not how, God willing I can take care of napsu.”

Nayla smiles knot, “hmmm, I guess soon, kok.”

“Iya. Oh, yeah, Sahil might be here at eight. Before that we go out to eat first, huh? Want, right?”

“I cook, Fahad,” replied Nayla. She stood up, walked to the room, prepared a change of clothes for her husband.

Following behind Nayla, Fahad can smell the scent of chicken soup. “His Favorites.” Fahad muttered softly followed by his smile.

***

So far, the Fahad and Nayla households have never had any significant quarrels or problems. Just a little disagreement. That's a natural thing, isn't it? Between husband and wife, there are certainly things that do not agree and think. But both sides should be able to solve it well.

That's how Nayla and Fahad are, they both complement each other. Remind each other, ask for and give. Say no if there is something that is not liked and stuck in the heart. Their marriage is still new. It's only been a few months, but the best hope and prayer they always pray for the happiness and prosperity of the household—kemarin, today, tomorrow, and so on to Jannah.

“Darling, I want to start playing again. Can, right?” conversation on the dinner. Sit next to each other, enjoying the still warm chicken soup. “I went straight to the gym, so I got home a little late. How?”

Nayla was silent, but she kept preparing food to her mouth. “As far as you are, how good is.” Nayla answered without seeing her husband.

Fahad smiled, one hand gently touched the top of the head of the wife who was not using the hijab. “Alright, the hell .. I don't have to gym. Just like you in the house. Yes, right?”

Nayla gave a small laugh, put down the spoon then looked at her husband's face. “Ngaco, ih!”

His desire to return to exercise has been very long he postponed. Busy taking care of the company, marriage, until the disaster that occurred a while ago did drain Fahad time. But, seeing the reaction of the wife, Fahad also undo the intention.

“Next time I buy sports equipment only, so do not have to go to the gym.”

“You go, I'm fine, kok.” Nayla. “Taking a wait for you to come home, I can go for a walk first to mall.”

“Eh! Turns out there was a hidden intent.” Fahad pinched the squash one side of Nayla's cheek. “Tomorrow, we go to the mall. You can't go alone.”

In the middle of dinner and the conversation of the couple, the sound of the doorbell was heard. Nayla got up, she walked towards the main door quickly.

“Nayla!” shout Fahad.

When Nayla stopped, she was shocked to hear her name being called with a furious tone. “I-iya?” he turned around, looking at Fahad who was walking towards him.

“That's Sahil with his wife, you want to come out?” fahad said seriously. “Where is your hijab?” his voice had softened again once his body was standing right in front of his wife.

“Lupa.” Nayla stiffened. He went into the room to change his clothes with long sleeves and put on a hijab.

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