Love From Facebook

Chapter 68

Saturday is being awaited by Fahad. He would use the day to spend time with his wife. A day in the apartment was no problem for Fahad. As long as he can stay with Nayla.

After performing the service, Nayla also prepared to be busy in the kitchen. Cooking breakfast and preparing coffee for her husband and sister-in-law.

“Honey, can you ask for help?” Fahad approached Nayla who was in the kitchen.

“Iya, what?”

Fahad asks Nayla to cook fried rice complete with chicken and vegetables. Fahad missed that cooking. Nayla initially hesitates, fearing that Yasmin doesn't like fried rice. However, Fahad assures his wife that Yasmin will definitely like anything her sister-in-law puts her in.

As soon as the breakfast Fahad wanted was ready, Nayla called her sister-in-law. The door was still locked tightly, Nayla knew. However, I don't know why Yasmin hasn't been out of the room since this morning.

After a while he knocked on the door, Yasmin came out and greeted Nayla kindly. “Sister-in-law, can I have breakfast in my room?”

“Why?” Still standing in the same spot, Yasmin said that she was lazy to see the face of her brother, Fahad.

No. gabe. That's not true. Nayla persuades Yasmin to have breakfast together at the dinner table. “Do not make your sister wait, Yasmin, she does not want to eat before you join the dining table.”

Although still upset, Yasmin obeyed Nayla. He walked into the dining room, sat down and drank the tea his sister-in-law had prepared.

This time it was not Nayla who took the rice, but Fahad who was busy pouring rice on the plates of his wife and sister. “This is called fried rice, sister's favorite. You try, yeah?” fahad said to Yasmin. Taking a spoonful of rice, Fahad was about to like Yasmin. Long enough the spoon was in front of Yasmin's mouth, but not the slightest bit of her lips opened.

Not because it's fried rice, but because Fahad fed it. Yasmin was about to refuse, but an eye gesture from her sister-in-law made her open her mouth and take a bribe from her brother.

Fahad again apologized for last night's incident, in which he banged Yasmin's head against a wall. “Sorry sister, later in the afternoon brother buyin ice cream, want?”

Hearing the word ice cream, Yasmin's originally moody face was also seen sumringah. He nodded enthusiastically then ate the fried rice voraciously.

Fahad told Nayla and Yasmin, before buying ice cream.

“Kok, suddenly?” ask Nayla.

“No, honey, the designer was hooked from a few days ago. But, I forgot to tell you.” Fahad gave an explanation.

Nayla nodded, a sign she understood. After breakfast, Fahad relaxes in the tv room while waiting for hours to go to the boutique. While Nayla and Yasmin, both of them were cleaning the dinner table and washing dishes.

Yasmin had not stopped talking, complaining about Fahad's attitude in the office to Nayla. Starting from Fahad who likes to be angry with small things, likes to threaten to fire one of the employees, as well as his cold attitude that makes it a subject of conversation among women.

Nayla was astonished, was her husband really like that? It is very contrary to the attitude of Fahad that he knows. Her husband was a crowded type of man, indeed ... Fahad is also a strong figure. However, whatever it is, Nayla knows that Fahad has a high sense of concern for anyone.

“Sister-in-law, next time come to the office how cold and fierce Brother Fahad.” Yasmin.

Nayla was sitting on the dining table chair, she was done with her kitchen work. “InsyaAllah, sometime.” Hearing Yasmin's statement, Nayla had absolutely no interest in coming to the office. Whatever it is, Nayla doesn't need to be known by anyone else.

Of course, Nayla still felt fear for their different social status. Fahad's love, protection, and responsibility are enough for Nayla.

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As soon as they came out of the apartment, Yasmin never took her hand off Nayla. “Sister-in-law, we sit in the back, yes?” Yasmin was about to pull Nayla's hand to sit in the back seat, but Fahad had already flicked his middle finger hard, on his forehead. “Kakak!” yasmin Protest.

“Why are you, anyway?” Nayla protested, touching Yasmin's reddened forehead.

“Think I'm a driver, what?! As if to tell your sister-in-law to sit behind.” Fahad pulls Nayla's wrist, one hand opening the side door of the steering chair for his wife.

Fahad drove the car at a moderate speed, because the streets were quite crowded and the sound of horns heard everywhere made Nayla a little dizzy with such circumstances. I don't know, for that one, Nayla hasn't been able to fit in. Maybe because he was only in India for a short time, if it has been a long time.

Arriving at the boutique, the designer immediately showed the result of the dress that Nayla and Fahad ordered. Nayla went into the dressing room to try it. While waiting for his wife, Fahad saw a collection of simple long dresses neatly displayed there. Her hand picked up one of the red dresses, the dress was quite covered, only on the back it opened slightly.

“Kak Fahad,” call Yasmin as soon as her sister-in-law is out of the dressing room.

Fahad turned his head, he found his wife looking beautiful. Her tiny body was perfectly covered, really ... Fahad unceasingly looked at his wife full of admiration. “MasyaAllah,” he said as he walked closer to Nayla. “You are beautiful, fit this dress. There is less, right? Which makes you uncomfortable, maybe.”

Nayla shook her head, she already felt comfortable wearing a dress that did not really form the curves of the body. Even when the second dress he tried, he was satisfied with the results of his dress. Likewise with Fahad, the kurta and suit he tried was also very fit in the body, he was no less satisfied, just like Nayla.

“If I marry you later, I want to make a dress like sister-in-law gini, ah. Simple, not too crowded but still looks elegant.” Yasmin.

“You are married now?” asked Fahad who took off the suit he had just tried.

Yasmin shook her head hard, “no want, I still want to work. Anytime aja.”

Fahad approached Yasmin, her hands ruffling her sister's long hair. “Lagian, thought of a wedding dress. If you want to get married now, you can find a future husband for you, brother buy the dress you want.”

“No, Brother!” yasmin protested, her body gradually approaching Nayla, complaining about what Fahad had said. The sister chatted in Hindi, surely the sister-in-law did not understand.

“Eh! You protested it was late.” Fahad mocks Nayla who also protests him.

Nayla clucked in annoyance, “you, ih!” his lips pursed, making Fahad very anxious.

“Do not make gemes in public places, Dear.” Fahad approached, one hand touching Nayla's waist.

“Fahad!” Nayla moved away, she took Yasmin's hand out of the boutique after they had previously said goodbye to Simran, the owner and designer of the boutique.

Fahad kept his promise, he took his wife and sister to a mall to enjoy ice cream. Actually it does not matter if you enjoy ice cream at a roadside shop, it's just that, Fahad feels uncomfortable and does not like if his tiny wife is stared at by many people.

“Kak, I've all bought something, huh?” yasmin asked Fahad while waiting for their ice cream order to come.

“Buy what?” Fahad asked.

“Tas same shoes, I haven't bought.” for a long time

Fahad's sharp gaze made Yasmin shrink, she lowered her head, no longer saying her desire to shop. Before long, their ice cream order had already come, two ice creams and one coffee for Fahad.

“If shopping don't take long, Yasmin. No need to take one mall.”

Yasmin, who heard him smiling happily, asked her sister-in-law to help choose shoes and bags that were suitable for her and Yumna.

“Eh, really, the name Yumna was also brought?” ask Fahad.

“That's it, brother, when I didn't buy Yumna. He must be very fond of buying the same bag of shoes.”

“Feelings, buy it with sister's money, not yours.” Fahad defended himself.

Yasmin and Nayla laughed at this. They immediately finished the ice cream and went to the shoe store.

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