Love From Facebook

Chapter 67

Yasmin was still upset. In the office, he did not speak even a little look at his brother's face. At the meeting, he only spoke as necessary. The employees had already memorized, if the meeting room turned quiet and creepy when their superiors, Fahad and his sister quarreled.

“They fight because of what, yes?”

“Biasalah ... Mr. Fahad, right, likes to be angry with trivial things.”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Fahad is like that.”

Whispers of employees after leaving the meeting room.

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Fahad looked at the circular watch on his left wrist, the time had already shown the employee's home clock. He calls Yasmin, but the call is ignored by his sister. Stepping out of the room, Fahad saw Alina who was preparing to go home. For the umpteenth time, Fahad advised or even arguably warned Alina so that she did not tell anyone that she was married.

Not that Fahad wanted to cover up his status, he was just still waiting for the right time. The time when his wife was comfortable with his current status. Status as wife of Fahad Malik Khan. In the company, other than Sahil, Fahad only informed Alina of his marriage. It is impossible for Fahad to hide his reasons for being too absent to work for Alina.

“Pak, sorry, it looks like this is already the 200th, Father, say it to me. If it's even 300, can I get a prize, sir? Luxury handbags or watches, for example.”

Fahad chuckles, “just ask your husband, I'll just give you a gift of one box of sweets.”

Fahad goes to Yasmin's room, telling her he will be home late. There is still some work to be done. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes did not find Yasmin in the room. He took a select object in his pants pocket, Fahad again called his sister's mobile number.

Again, the call was not received. “Yasmin!” furious Fahad. He returned to his study, sitting on the couch feeling upset. Now Fahad tries to contact his wife, asking where Yasmin might have been in the apartment.

Yep. Sure enough, Yasmin just arrived. That's what Nayla said. Fahad was relieved, although upset, at least he knew that Yasmin had returned home safely.

Fahad continued his work, he was busy with folding computers until he did not feel the time had shown at eleven o'clock at night. He rushed home. The streets of the Indian capital still look crowded. Even so, he drove his car at moderate speed. His wife always reminded him to be careful when driving.

Remember, there are wives and families waiting at home. If you do not love your own life, just think of the life at home.

That's what Nayla said. Fahad smiled to himself when he remembered Nayla's words that sounded assertive, full of threats, and also love of course.

No matter how one drives, fate and destiny no one knows except the creator. Not only yourself who are in danger, but also others as road users.

***

Opening the door of the house with one key that he carried, Fahad stepped in slowly. The lights are still on, even with the sound of television that is heard to the living room. Both eyes Fahad found his wife and sister who was asleep on a long sofa that could be the bed at once. The sound of television did not disturb their sleep at all.

Fahad turned off the television, he put his suit on the back of the sofa and lifted his wife's body into the room first. After that, he returned to the living room to move Yasmin to her own room. For a moment, Fahad clucked resentfully at the messy table with ice cream wrappers, snacks, and old cake dishes.

“This is new Yasmin, not to mention if there is Yumna, this room could be the final garbage disposal if they are both here.” Fahad murmuring.

Fahad raises Yasmin's body carefully, he takes her to the room. But damn, he accidentally hit Yasmin's head against the wall very hard before he managed to open the door of the room.

The shocked Yasmin shouted, complaining of pain. Fahad dropped Yasmin, touching the bumped head of his sister. “Sorry, sorry.” Fahad.

“Kakak!” exciting Yasmin. He pushes his brother's body, “ini head, not coconut!” its spray.

“Sorry, brother accidentally. Hence diet, you are heavy.”

“The tv room is a mess because of you, brother wants to clean, so brother moves you to the room. Do you want all your sisters to throw it away?”

“Sister-in-law!” Yasmin shouted, he had not been able to continue the sentence, Fahad had already silenced his mouth with one palm.

“Your sister-in-law is asleep, Yasmin, she's tired, let her rest.”

Fahad lowers his hand, apologizes and tells Yasmin to continue sleeping. He went out, closed the door and left Yasmin's room.

Fahad cleaned the living room table, he took out all the trash and put dirty dishes in the sink bowl. After that, he went into the room. He wanted to immediately clean the body and followed his wife to sleep.

Fahad felt fresher after taking a bath, he climbed into bed and fixed the blanket that covered half of Nayla's body. Gently stroked the top of the head of the wife and kissed her forehead. Nayla's face looked very tired, Fahad saw it.

All the housework was done by his wife. Fahad had suggested finding someone who could help clean the house, but his wife refused. Nayla reasoned, he would be very confused and bored if the homework is done by the services of a maid.

***

Fahad had awakened Nayla many times, because the time of morning prayer was almost over. His wife just squirmed without opening her eyes.

Fahad's nosy idea arises, he whispers to Nayla that Ammi came to visit them. Hearing that, Nayla immediately got up and got out of bed in a hurry. He was about to leave the room, but his knee accidentally hit the table hard. He fell, complaining of pain.

“Sayang.” Fahad approached Nayla with a worried face. “Your feet are okay, right?” Fahad sat next to Nayla, looking at his wife's flushed knees. Fahad massaged while blowing it.

“Fahad, Ammi—”

“Ammi no,” Fahad. “Ammi in Srinagar, Kashmir.”

“You said Ammi is here.”

Raising his face, Fahad looked at Nayla's face closely. “Ammi no, Honey, I lied earlier.”

Stinging to the words of her husband, Nayla also threw a blow to the husband's arm with a bang. He grumbled in annoyance. “I'm kidding, baby, really fast again.” Fahad stopped massaging Nayla's knee, now grimacing in pain to feel the blow from his wife.

“Not funny jokes!” Nayla exclaims.

Fahad lifts Nayla's body, sitting her on the edge of the bed. Apologizing for going too far, Fahad buried Nayla's body in his arms. Gently stroking the wife's unraveling hair while kissing the top of her head.

“Sorry, you are very difficult to build, the dawn prayer time is almost over, Darling.”

“Yes, right, no need to say that there is Ammi here. I panicked, Fahad, I did not welcome and did not do anything for Ammi.” Nayla Sesal. He really thought that Ammi was in New Delhi, and how foolish it would be to not welcome her in-laws.

Stretching his embrace, Fahad tidied up some of Nayla's hair and slipped it behind her ear. “Yes, dear, sorry ... next time I don't do it again.”

Nayla went into the bathroom, cleaned her body and took ablution water to perform the morning prayers.

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