Love From Facebook

Chapter 66

“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.

“What?” he looked at Nayla who was beside him. “Eh, what?” tanyakanya.

“Yasmin does not make emotions, you are your own emotions.” Nayla. “He's not wrong, no need to be angry like that. There is still plenty of time, not just this afternoon.”

“Iya, tau.” Pulling Nayla's waist closer to her body. “But earlier, tuh—”

Pushing Fahad's body with both hands, Nayla stepped back. “You're out to eat, or am I the same Yasmin that came out?” threaten her.

“Iya-iya, I'm out.” Kissing his wife's forehead, Fahad went back into the room to pick up the car keys. “Say the same Yasmin, tell her to wait a minute. I bought him his favorite food,” said Fahad.

Nayla nodded, “iya.”

***

At seven o'clock in the evening Fahad arrived home after buying food. He brought two bags of food. One bag of fried chicken kentaki, burgers, and Yasmin's favorite fries. Not to forget, Fahad also bought soda.

Nayla calls Yasmin for dinner. At first he refused and said he would eat in the room, but Nayla continued to persuade him until his sister-in-law said yes and left the room for dinner together.

Yasmin sat down and started eating her food, she looked down. His heart is still upset, only a day in New Delhi, he has been scolded for no apparent reason.

Fahad had not turned his eyes to Yasmin. He smiled at his sister who was sulking. “Yasmin,” call him after spending one burger.

Yasmin didn't bother him, she kept busy eating her fried chicken. Nayla looked at the two in turn with her mouth unceasingly chewing on chicken and french fries.

“Yasmin,” call Fahad again.

“I'm eating.” Yasmin answered just that, she still did not want to see her brother's face.

Fahad no longer talks to Yasmin. But he did not take his eyes off her. Nayla smiled faintly looking at the two. They're funny, inwardly.

Yasmin finished eating first, she went into the room again. Fahad called him many times, but Yasmin remained unmoved. He no longer cared about the scream for the sake of the cry of the brother who broke the ear.

“Udah, justin. You love making a storm.” Nayla cleaned up the rest of the dirty dishes and washed them.

“Kok, me? Kan, she's the—”

Seeing the sharp eyes of his wife, Fahad closed his lips tightly. U**dahlah, the same argument wife certainly will not win. Fahad.

Entering the room, Fahad chose to be busy with his cellphone. Calling Ammi and Yumna. Of course, a mother will ask .. when will her son come home. “I don't know, Ammi. InshaAllah promptly. Nayla has also been there, but my work is still a lot.” Fahad gave an understanding.

Whether Ammi understands it or not, Fahad has tried. Not that he put parents aside, but his job really cannot be left behind. If only Ammi wanted to be invited to New Delhi, Fahad had invited him from the past. But Ammi still did not want to. Ammi still wants to be his homeland, stay near Abba with all his good memories.

Fahad long enough to exchange votes with Ammi and Yumna, he ended the call because the time had shown ten at night. Nayla never went into the room, she went out to see .. where and what his wife was doing.

Nayla was sitting on the dining table chair. He was busy with cell phones, reciprocating chat with Andi. Fahad peeked at her from behind, then he surprised Nayla by kissing her cheek all of a sudden.

“Fahad!” shocked Nayla until her phone was thrown at the table. “What if I die? Make a hanger aja.” Nayla touched her chest, feeling her heartbeat beating faster.

Fahad smiled, “I first die, not you.” Ruffling Nayla's hair with anxiety.

“Ngaco, uh. Don't say that, I don't like.” Nayla grunted in annoyance.

“Then this, like it?” Fahad was about to kiss Nayla on the lips, but her wife dodged quickly. By arguing that there is Yasmin and it would be very embarrassing if they were caught doing something strange. Nayla got up and went into the room ahead of Fahad.

Their activities this afternoon were delayed, now Fahad and Nayla continue. Their longing has met, given and demanded each other without giving a pause. Being at the top of nirvana for quite a while, now Fahad is lying down while holding Nayla's body tightly, kissing every inch of his wife's face love sickness.

“Hemm?” fahad had not taken his eyes off Nayla. Tidying up the child's hair that covers his wife's face, so that he can enjoy his eyes more freely the face of a woman who always makes his heart calm.

“Fahad,” call Nayla again.

“Honey, your hands don't gini!” Fahad protest. “Geli. I can—”

“Ssttt!” Nayla covered her husband's lips with one palm. “I want to talk.”

Fahad lowers Nayla's hand, “by what?”

“I can, right? Tomorrow—”

“No can!” Fahad Tukas. “You can come out with just me or Yasmin. I don't want to give you permission again if you want to go out alone again. Know?!”

Grunting in annoyance, Nayla was about to take off her embrace but Fahad held her back first. “The lips do not be so manyun, make gemes aja.”

Again. They reached the peak of nirvana for the second time. Fahad doesn't give Nayla's body a chance to get away from her. He held her all night, leaving her arms as his wife's pillow.

***

With wet hair rolled up in a towel, Nayla wakes Fahad up. She went up to the bed, touched her husband's face gently and called out his name.

With a quick movement, Fahad managed to make Nayla's body collapse into his chest. “Still too early, just sleep again.” Fahad said without opening his eyes.

Trying to let go of her husband's embrace, Nayla still did not manage to get up easily. It was only after she bit Fahad's arm that her husband's embrace stretched and she managed to wake up.

“Darling, haven't warmed up you've just bitten, anyway!” fahad is sitting perfectly. He grimaced in pain, looking at his wife's deep bite marks.

“You, anyway! Here, I see.” Nayla sat back down, she saw the bite that was quite deep. Nayla apologizes, kissing her own bite mark and kissing old Fahad's cheek. “Udah healed, now you shower there, I ready your clothes.”

Looking at the body of his wife who came out of the room after preparing his work needs. Fahad smiled with his own anxiety—see the behavior of Nayla who always managed to reduce her irritation.

Out of the room with neat work clothes, Fahad sat his body on the dining table chair. Yasmin was already there, her sister was enjoying her sister-in-law's breakfast.

“Again, Yasmin.” Fahad.

“Hemm.” Yasmin. She enjoys meat soup regardless of her brother's whereabouts.

Nayla served Fahad black coffee, she also took meat soup into her husband's breakfast bowl. “Breakfast first, later continue fighting.”

Fahad laughed at his wife. Gently touching Nayla's cheek, she turned to touch Yasmin's head.

“Yasmin, later in the afternoon there is a meeting, you help brother. Sahil today must be to factory.”

Yasmin responded to her brother's words with a nod of her head. There was no conversation between the three of them. Enjoying Indonesian cuisine is indeed very new for Yasmin, but she does not reject it at all or show an expression of dislike.

“Following breakfast, Sister-in-law, I love it.” Yasmin kissed Nayla on the cheek and passed away to go to work.

Seeing Yasmin who just left, Fahad oh immediately finished his breakfast and coffee and kissed the top of Nayla's head. “I'm off to work, darling.”

“Be careful, don't fight on the road.” Nayla.

“Iya, Darling.” Fahad yelled a little, he walked quickly to catch up with Yasmin.

***