Love From Facebook

Chapter 65

Nayla replied, “you've been working all day, this foot is stepping out to pick up the windfall. I just take off your shoes, not comparable to the fatigue you work every day.”

Hearing his wife's answer, Fahad smiled in a knot with a sense of happiness that filled the entire space in his heart. He is grateful to have a wife like Nayla, increasingly convinced .. that Nayla is indeed the best.

“Why are you doing that?” Nayla asked.

“Just aja. In the past, I never got attention like gini, anything I sell myself.”

Clapping the back of her husband's hand, Nayla reminded her not to bring up the past, let alone compare herself to her husband's first wife. “I'm not jealous, Fahad, but it's not good. What I used to pass.”

Pulling onto Nayla's body, Fahad buries his wife's face into her chest, kissing the top of her head. “Astaghfirullah, I didn't realize, honey. I shouldn't compare. I know it's a sin. Sorry, darling, and thank you for always ngingetin if I'm wrong.”

Nayla nodded, she smiled, “now you take a shower first, we just left.”

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Yasmin nodded, understanding when Fahad told her to stay in the apartment. Lock the door and always be careful. That's what if her brother would leave her alone. Fortunately, Fahad spoke to Yasmin not accompanied by anger like before.

Always holding hands, Fahad never took off his hand with Nayla. That is one way that his wife does not feel alone in the land of people. He will stay by his side.

After lunch at restaurant chinnes, now Fahad and Nayla are in the boutique which is the second goal to make clothes as desired. Fahad told the designer that he wanted a dress that did not show too much curves but still with an Indian touch. It was impossible for Nayla to wear a saree or open dress on her back.

“The bottom of the dress is wide, huh? Kan, don't show curves.” The designer named Simran asked.

“Iya.” Fahad replied.

Nayla was silent, Fahad did not ask her opinion at all. Then why am I invited here? If he has his own design. Nayla.

“For the color of the dress, want what color?”

“Red only.” Fahad replied.

Simran, the designer smiled. He placed the ballpoint pen he used to draw on the table. “Mr Fahad, I asked Mrs Nayla.”

Fahad chuckles, “sorry, I forgot.” Pulling Nayla's wrist closer to him, he asked her what color she wanted.

“Almost completely so statue of me, sucks!” grumbling with Indonesian while sharp mirik towards her husband.

“Honey, don't speak Indonesian!” Fahad protest.

“Like-please.” Nayla spoke again in Indonesian.

Fahad knew Nayla was angry. The Indonesian language has come out of his wife's tiny lips, yes .. that's if Nayla is angry.

Nayla wants pink for her dress, and for another dress .. actually she wants navy color, but Fahad still forced to choose red. Yes, already, she nodded in agreement with the red color.

The designer nodded in understanding, he showed the results of the picture of the dress to Nayla and Fahad. As for Fahad, he will wear a pink suit of his wife's choice to be paired with a pink dress Nayla.

“Darling, would you like to see? There's a new movie, loh.” Fahad asked, the two of them were already in the car on the way home.

Shaky, “we go home, Fahad. I'm dizzy.”

“You sick?” Fahad touched Nayla's forehead with his palm. “We go to the doctors, yes?”

Nayla refused again, she was dizzy not because of pain. However, due to hearing the honking sound along the way. “You don't press the horn, huh? I've been quite dizzy with the sound of other people's horns.”

Hearing Nayla's words, Fahad laughed. He explained, this is what the streets of New Delhi are like. Horns tell each other, no matter how often they press it.

“Also this, don't speed, Fahad. I feel like throwing up.” Nayla.

“Honey, the time I do not speed, can our midnight until the apartment.”

Peeking annoyed, Nayla says to stop and she will just come down. “Kok, down? You know the way home?” Fahad asked, keep driving his car.

“Hotels a lot, or if need be me to the airport aja.” Nayla.

Fahad drove his car at a moderate speed. He knows, his wife is not serious with the word ‘bandara’, but ... for now it is better to obey the words of the wife.

Arriving at the apartment, Nayla went straight into the room. He changed his clothes and immediately lay down. His head is totally dizzy. The sound of the horn, as well as cars and motorcycles that do not want to budge—saling drove at high speed, arguably.

“Sayang.” Fahad climbed to the top of the bed, gently stroking the top of Nayla's head.

Nayla opens her eyes, “you didn't go back to the office?”

Fahad shook his head, leaning half of his body on the head of the bed. “No, you were sick when I went to the office."

“I'm not sick, just dizzy a little. Yasmin is also home. You to the office aja.”

“No, ah. It's four o'clock, and it's also the employee's return hour. I can continue my work at home.” Fahad replied. He lay down next to Nayla, hugging her tightly.

“This is not dizzy because of pain, Fahad, made to sleep maybe not dizzy anymore.”

“Diam.” Fahad pinched Nayla's cheek to make her grimace in pain. “Close your eyes, sleep. Later dinner, I'll cook.”

Inhaling the scent of her husband's body, Nayla immersed her body even deeper. She missed her husband, she missed him so much. “Fahad,” call him in a spoiled voice.

“hemm?”

“I udah.”

“Udah what?” ask Fahad.

“This ... already this.”

“What?” Fahad, who had closed his eyes, now opened wide, touching Nayla's chin so that their eyes met each other. “Udah what?”

“I'm done.”

“Completed?” Fahad thought hard, before long, he began to understand what the word ‘finish’ meant. “It's really finished?” her question enthusiastically answered a nod of the head by Nayla.

They almost blend together, giving and demanding to each other. However, the sound of knocking on doors and calls many times from Yasmin.

Exasperated, Fahad put on his pants and opened the door. “What's up, Yasmin?” with eyes full of anger.

“Kok, angry, anyway? Kan, I—”

“What's up, Yasmin?” Nayla was wearing her shirt again, she came out because Fahad would definitely scold Yasmin for no apparent reason.

“Sister-in-law, I'm lonely watching tv alone. Let's go—”

“No can!” exciting Fahad. “You used to watch your own tv, right? Why now ask for a meeting? Don't spoilt.”

Yasmin pursed her lips, her eyes glaring sharply at the face of her brother, Fahad. “I'm not done talking, Brother!”

Nayla is confused to see Fahad and Yasmin quarrel. She could understand, for what reason could her husband be so angry like this. It's obvious, isn't it? Because a long-buried desire will soon be achieved a while ago, but because of a knock on the door.

Yasmin, her sister-in-law, said she wanted to cook dinner together. If not, just have dinner outside.

“Kak Fahad, why get angry?! I'm hungry, brother! I'm hungry! I just want to take my sister-in-law to cook together. Why so angry is not clear gini, anyway?!”

“Yasmin.” Nayla takes her sister-in-law's hand to the kitchen. Leaving Fahad with his anger. “Fahad more thoughts, do not enter the heart, yes?” Take a glass of water and give it to Yasmin.

“But Kak Fahad is exaggerating, Sis, he's indignantly unclear. I haven't spoken yet, he's been sprayed first.”

It's not that anger isn't obvious, but because there's a reason, Yasmin. I have to tell you, why. Which there is shame.

“Kak, let's go out, I'm sorry if Kak Fahad is so angry,” Yasmin.

Not yet answered, the arrival of Fahad made the two women turn to him. “I'm out, you wait at apartment.” Fahad. Receiving a glass of water given by his wife, Fahad sipped it until it was gone.

“No need, I can get out myself.” Yasmin went away. “Food only thing is sure to fight. Why do I friday again, anyway?!” his gerrick.

“Yasmin ...” Fahad. Scooping his face with one hand. “He always makes emotions,” continued while looking at Yasmin's body missing from behind the bedroom door

“Eh!” wonder Nayla.

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