Love From Facebook

Chapter 7

The dawn had arrived, and the sweet sound of Adhan woke Nayla. A notification of messages—, which is none other than a message from Fahad—, makes Nayla take a flat object of hers that is lying carelessly on the mattress.

“Honey, today I'll take you back.”

“Body 'already WA aja, wake up what time is he?” nayla murmurs.

“No need,” Reply Nayla.

Fahad didn't reply, preferring to call Nayla.

“Honey, as long as I'm in Indonesia, I'll take you to work,” Fahad said.

“I—” has not Nayla finished her sentence, Fahad cut off her call unilaterally.

“Basic sucks!” annoyed Nayla while staring at the screen of her phone.

***

“Mbak, sorry, as soon as I overslept,” said Andi who just came out of the room, after performing dawn prayers.

“Lain times mobile do not in silent!” exciting Nayla.

“Iya, Ma'am, his name also forgot. Oh, aye. Ma'am, semalem home ride what?” andi asked, which surprised Nayla.

“Ehm, the ... Mbak rose .. ojek,” lied Nayla.

“That clock still has ojek, Mbak?” search Andi.

Nayla stared fixedly at the two beads of Andi's eyes, eager to tell about Fahad, the Indian man who came to see her. However, Nayla feels that this is not the time for Andi and her other family to find out about Fahad. Nayla felt it was too soon, she was still hesitant, then why tell the family, Nayla thought.

Both of Andi's eyes also looked straight at Nayla's eyes, the closeness between them was really difficult if one of them was hiding something. Of course, without speaking—just from the look of the eyes and attitude alone, they both already know enough what is disturbing the thoughts of each other.

“Mbak, what's up?” ask Andi in her lowest voice.

Nayla shook her head, she averted her eyes and returned busy with kitchen utensils—cooking breakfast and brewing a cup of coffee for her sister.

“Mbak, it's free to hide something, Andi can find out for himself if, Ma'am, do not want to answer,” said Andi. “By the way, Ma'am. What disturbs the mind, Ma'am?” ask Andi again.

Nayla turned off the stove, pouring the freshly boiling water into a coffee cup. “Andi, if for example Marriages, how?” asked Nayla while presenting the coffee she had stirred to her sister.

“Whose name, Ma'am? I know the guy, don't I? How long has it been, Mom, dating him? Which boy? She's good?” cerca Andi enthusiastic.

“Can one-one not? Nanyanya.”

Andi smiles, “saf, Ma'am. Yes, I've been hunted to answer.”

“His name is Fahad, he is from India, and now he is in Indonesia, while he picked Mbak,” said Nayla softly.

“Hah? Indian Man?” surprised Andi. “Mbak, seriously? How can you, Ma'am? Know where ?” again, Andi reviled Nayla, he was really surprised and curious by Nayla's remarks about the Indian man.

“Know on Facebook. Ma'am is afraid, Andi, he is a rich and educated man, while Mbak what is this? do not have a title, ugly again, anyway this Mbak is not the same level as him.” Nayla is back to being pessimistic. “Yesterday Mbak on video from his family, they clearly mentioned the name Mbak. Nayla Anjani's. Even Fahad also showed his divorce document,” said Nayla.

“Oh, so she's a widower?” andi asked who was answered nodding her head by Nayla.

“Mbak, here sit first.” Andi pulls one hand from Nayla, leading her to sit next to him— in a simple dining table chair that also sits one room with a kitchen.

“But you—”

“Mbak,” Andi. He clasped Nayla's fingers. “Andi is big. God willing, Andi can take care of himself and maintain trust, Ma'am. Andi's other brothers' house is also not too far away. Andi will not be lonely. Emang, Ma'am, want to keep Andi until old age? Ma'am, also had to marry someday, love Andi niece a lot,” Andi's speech accompanied by a shady smile, make Nayla's heart calm.

“Iya, later Mbak also want to talk to Mas Arif,” said Nayla.

“Mbak, can you speak English?” ask Andi who doubts Nayla.

“Can-be. Mbak used to fit still the best English grade school than other students. It was also one of my favorite lessons.” Nayla is proud of herself.

“Hemm.” Andi nodded her head. “Keep today she picked up again?” ask Andi

“She said, Yes,” answered Nayla lazily.

“Yah ... Andi at seven already have to go to college, not to meet, dong.”

“Lain times can. Your bike was on the lap, so dirty. Ma'am to prepare breakfast.”

“Mbak, she does what work?” curious Andi.

“Motor, he rents,” replied Nayla.

“Oh.” Andi rounded her lips. “That's really good for him,” muttered Andi wirih while walking towards the terrace of his house.

***

After Andi left for college, Nayla was getting ready to go to work. He was still standing in front of his closet mirror, seeing his appearance—which he felt was not neat. Before long, there was the sound of the motor horn Fahad—motor rental.

Nayla walked out, she locked the door. Walk closer to Fahad while brushing his smile.

“Assalamu'alaikum, Darling.”

“Wa'alaikumsalam,” replied Nayla.

“I'm cool, you're not angry anymore I call dear.”

“Eh, forgot. Don't call me baby!” nayla shouted while pinching Fahad's arm.

Fahad grimaced, enjoying Nayla's pinch. It hurts, but there's a pleasure in itself when Nayla pinches it.

“Ayo,” invite Fahad so that Nayla immediately goes to the motor.

“Iya.”

Along the way, Nayla holds tightly to the end of Fahad's jacket. The morning weather was overcast, forcing Fahad to drive at a fairly high speed, fearing that it would rain soon.

When he got to the restaurant, Fahad saw Nayla who walked in and smiled at him, after Nayla said goodbye and thanked him. Nayla also waved her hand. If allowed to prohibit, Fahad would like to prohibit Nayla from working.

Last night, Nayla came home at eleven in the evening, and this morning she had to work again. Yes, of course Fahad can not forbid Nayla to stop working, because she is not yet her husband.

Fahad rushes back to the hotel, starting work again with his folding computer.

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