Love From Facebook

Chapter 64

“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.

Fahad opened the door and allowed his two friends to enter. Excuse me for the room, call Nayla. Holding his wife's hand to get out of the room, Fahad introduced proudly the figure of Nayla in front of his two best friends.

“Hai, Nayla, I'm Sanjeeda .. but you can call Sanju only, just like the others.” Sanju shakes Nayla's hand, followed by Sahil.

The characters of Sahil and Sanju are easily familiar to anyone, making Nayla feel comfortable in the middle of her husband's best friend. Before long, Nayla, excuse me to go to the kitchen. He made coffee and tea sachets for his guests. Not to forget, he also prepared a cupcake that he had made since noon.

“Fahad, your wife got into misfortune by marrying you.” Sahil.

“You mean?!” Fahad asked in an unfriendly tone.

“Looks, your wife was a quiet and demanding woman. Not like—”

“I?!” sanju exclaimed as soon as she found Sahil glancing at her sharply.

Fahad laughed, “you guys why always fight? Not at home, not outside.”

Not seriously, Fahad tau .. a couple in front of him is like that. I disagree about the little things. But the rest, Sanju and Sahil will not continue to fuss over it. A funny couple indeed.

“But, right, right?” Sahil asked again.

Fahad nodded, his memory again filled with the face of the wife who always refused if he would give something. “Then, the first time I went to Indonesia, I stayed with a credit card in his bag before returning to India. But he didn't take any money from that credit card.” There was a pause just before Fahad continued his words. “Newly here, in India, he wants to use a credit card from me. It is also for buying kitchen and home needs. He does not like shopping, while there are still clothes or other items, he will not buy if it is not really necessary.”

Sanju smiled knot, “long, yes, the answer.”

Fahad chuckled, I don't know.

“I am happy, you are back as before,” continued Sanju. “I'm also glad to know Nayla, she's friendly.”

“But don't take him to the mall every day, later on.” Sahil. Instantly he got a sharp spotlight from his wife.

Nayla comes, she serves drinks and cakes. Fahad said the cake was his wife's own.

“Nayla, sorry, do you still have any more cookies inside?” Sanju asked.

“Yes, do you want to take it home?”

Sanju nods quickly, “mauhah, same time gini delicious cake does not want.”

Nayla takes Sanju to the kitchen to pick up the cake. He put it in a transparent food box. “Other times if there is time, we can make a cake together, Sanju. You want?”

“Mau, Nayla. I come here sometime to learn to make cakes with you.”

***

“Honey, I've been preparing for a photo shoot. Later tonight we go to the boutique, we talk about the designer first, you want a dress like how.”

Nayla put the sandwich on her husband's plate. The two of them are having breakfast together. “Shooting make what?” tanyanya while sitting her body in the chair next to Fahad.

“We've never photographed wearing Indian clothes, darling. Want, right?”

Shut up for a moment, then Nayla nodded. It should be like that, right? Her husband is an Indian citizen. Of course, anything that smells Indian is impossible to leave behind.

“You dare take a taxi, don't you?” fahad asked after finishing his breakfast.

“Where to get a taxi?”

“I took a taxi? To your office?” Nayla asked with fully rounded eyes. “No, ah? No want.”

“Why?”

“I'm ashamed. You're the one who came home.”

Gently patting the head of the back of his wife, Fahad smiled faintly at the reason the wife refused to come to his office. To be honest, he could already guess that Nayla would not want to come to the office. His wife was still afraid, afraid to be next to her own husband.

Fahad does not want to force, let time bring Nayla to come to the office. Faced with the true life of a Fahad Malik Khan. “Iya, I'll be home later to pick you up.”

Clutching Nayla's body, landing a kiss on her forehead, Fahad said goodbye to the office. His hand waved, his wife's smile as if stopping her steps to leave. “There go.” Nayla encourages her husband's body to go in. Convince Fahad, that he'll be fine.

Nayla closed the door and locked it. He cleaned the dining table, but the door suarane stopped his activities. “Why go back again?” he murmured as he walked towards the door.

“Sister-in-law!” Yasmin exclaimed happily. He hugged his sister-in-law's body tightly. “At last we meet again.”

Nayla returns Yasmin's embrace, feeling completely welcome in her husband's family. “Yasmin, I can't breath.” Nayla pats her sister-in-law on the shoulder.

Hearing that, Yasmin immediately broke her embrace. He smiled widely, “sorry, Brother.”

Inviting Yasmin to enter, he makes drinks for his sister-in-law who is like his own brother. “Fahad just left, you did not meet below?”

Receiving a glass of orange juice given by her sister-in-law, “ku, sak, I was told to the office. But I don't want to go to his office tomorrow. Today I want to be here, together, Brother-in-law.” Sit her body on the dining table chair and then gulp the juice until half a glass is left.

Nayla smiled wryly, this sister-in-law looks so adorable. Spending time together, the two were instantly familiar.There was no barrier between brother and sister-in-law. Like friends. Yeah, that's what Yasmin and Nayla are like.

“Kak, when are you going to Kashmir? Ammi same Yumna nanyain continue.”

Nayla turned her head, she put her phone in her lap. “Fahad is still busy, Yasmin, God willing as soon as we go to Kashmir.”

Yasmin nodded her head in understanding, “iya, Fahad is now indeed busier since his company developed. Saffron is sometimes not the same as Fahad.”

“But I like the bustle of Kak Fahad now than I used to. Now she works indeed for her family, especially now there, Sister-in-law,” smiles knotingly looking at the face of Nayla sitting next to her. “Kesibukan Kak Fahad so a blessing, not wasted because of disappointment.”

Nayla touched Yasmin's shoulder, patting her gently. “All the time is there, Yasmin, all the injured .. someday it will be able to heal even though the scars from the abandoned wounds can not disappear completely.”

***

Fahad kept his promise to go home at lunchtime. Yasmin opened the door for him. While Nayla, she was in the room and was busy folding clothes.

“Honey,” call Fahad who opens the room door and walks closer to Nayla. “Come, we have lunch outside, run out of it directly to the boutique.”

Put some clothes that he finished folding into the closet, “iya, ngajak Yasmin, right?” he asks.

“Now!” answer it quickly. “She will definitely make a hassle,” both hands are on the waist.

Nayla grabs her husband's arm, leading him to sit on their bedroom couch. “Bikin bothered how, anyway?” tanyanya while taking off Fahad's shoes. “We're just having lunch, we're going to the boutique, right? Pity her alone.” Put the shoes on the edge and he sat his body next to Fahad.

“When we invite Yasmin, I just want to go with you.” Gently caressing Nayla's hair. “Darling, can I have something?”

“Ask what?”

“Every time I come home from work, why do you always take off my shoes? I refuse, but you are still maksa. Why?”

***