Love From Facebook

Chapter 70

The air at night feels quite cold, yes ... New Delhi is entering winter. At eight o'clock in the evening, Nayla was in the kitchen, making a warm drink for Fahad and his sister-in-law.

Fahad, who had been in his room, went out to follow his wife in the kitchen. “Kok, three glasses?” ask him to Nayla.

“Make Yasmin, she just got home.”

Fahad's eye tails looked towards Yasmin's closed room. “When does he come home?”

Nayla put down the spoon, tilting her body slightly. “Kan, I said he just came home, Fahad,” he said with emphasis.

“Oh.” Fahad laughed a little.

Nayla brought a tray containing three glasses of hot chocolate to the dining table. Fahad walks into Yasmin's room and knocks on her door. Inviting his sister to enjoy a drink that his wife has made.

“Kak, Ammi nanya, when do you guys return to Srinagar.” Yasmin delivered a message from Ammi, she just finished calling Ammi.

“Maybe another week, Yasmin, your sister and sister-in-law have a photo shoot on Wednesday. Brother try to get all the work here done before we go to Srinagar.”

***

Fahad's long-awaited day for the photo shoot arrived. Since last night he has been trying to make his wife comfortable with what he has prepared. Having a wedding photo album with an Indian concept has been her dream since she first met Nayla.

Yes, later you talk to MUAnya, say if you want a natural make up.

Nayla repeatedly protested to Fahad before they went to bed. His wife does not like excessive make up. Eyebrows that are too black and carved, eyes that are too full, or bright red lipstick. Nayla doesn't like it very much. Yeah, Fahad knows that. Later, during the photo shoot, he will help say it to MUA.

When Nayla prepares breakfast, Fahad asks about the shopping bag in the corner of the kitchen table. “That's what, Honey?” tanyanya pointed at the pouch.

Nayla turned her head, “oh, it's got a guy on the sixth floor. Yesterday I missed out on the store, I'll take you to his house.”

“Sixth floor person?” wonder Fahad. He pulled his wife's wrist to sit next to him. “You know? Girl or boy? Why can you do it?” cerca Fahad's.

Seeing the look on her husband's face made Nayla a little scared, last night she forgot to say about Anand. The man who accidentally left his shopping. “Fahad, dreadin first. I—”

“Good morning, Sister-in-law.” Yasmin joined the dining table. “What's up? Why strain all?” wonder Yasmin.

Fahad and Nayla did not answer Yasmin's question. They're back to the conversation. “I met in the elevator just want to shop, I don't know, really. Just know her name.”

“So, how do you know the apartment is on the sixth floor?” ask Fahad.

Yasmin had a hard time swallowing the toast she was chewing. The atmosphere of the house turned gripping with the discussion of a husband and wife in front of him.

Nayla's fingers squeezed each other, Fahad's eyes frightened her. It was as if he had been caught stealing something. “A-I asked the security guard yesterday.”

“Sister, sister-in-law scared. Do not ask with such an eye highlight.” Yasmin spoke Kashmiri, which Nayla did not understand.

“Sorry.” Nayla.

“Neval.” Yasmin was right, he had frightened his wife. “Originally you remain careful with anyone.” Fahad touched the soft top of his wife's head.

Nayla nodded. “I have nothing with him, I don't know him either. I—”

After finishing the conversation and breakfast, Fahad and Yasmin said goodbye to the office. Fahad wanted to take Nayla to the sixth floor, he wanted to know who made his wife deliver his groceries. However, Fahad and Yasmin were already late, they had to go to the factory first.

Nayla wears a hijab, she has to drop off Anand's groceries before the man leaves. Anand's apartment door opened after Nayla pressed him down. “Nayla?” surprised Anand sees Nayla standing right in front of him.

“Sorry, I want to deliver your groceries left behind yesterday.” Nayla thrust the bag and said goodbye to go home. Just a step away, Nayla's wrist was pulled by someone. It was definitely Anand who pulled him. Seeing this, Nayla suddenly threw Anand's hand violently while shouting. “Please take care of your hands!”

Seeing Nayla's reaction, of course Anand felt surprised, the hijab girl looked quiet and gentle. However, as soon as he touched her hand, Nayla's angry side appeared and it was quite unexpected. “Sorry, I didn't accidentally. I just want your nawarin to stop by first.”

“You can talk well without having to hold my hand. Please take care of your attitude!”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. Stepping away, he entered the elevator. Unlocking the door of her apartment, Nayla slams the door very hard. Take off the hijab and throw it in any direction. “Awas aja, once again he touched my hand, I will break his hand!”

***

Shooting will take place during the day after lunch. Fahad told Nayla that he would be home by lunchtime.

“Fahad.” Sahil goes into Fahad's study. As usual, Sahil entered without knocking on the door first. “This is no campus reunion invitation.”

Fahad accepted Sahil's invitation, read her name clearly there and put the invitation on the table.

“You didn't come?” ask Sahil who's been sitting in front of Fahad's desk.

“Every year must be your question. I definitely came. No way, I didn't come and fuss Sama—”

“Yes, just fight in front of your wife. Show Nayla that you're a campus thug!” jengah Sahil's.

Fahad laughed, he corrected his words. He promised not to fight with Ranveer in front of his wife. Instead of wanting to pretend to be good in front of Nayla, Fahad simply does not want his wife to enter into his old feud with Ranveer.

Since university, the two never got along. Something made them fight. Until now, Fahad and Ranveer still could not sit together quietly. They would satirize each other which ended in a blow. Whether the punch was started by Fahad or Ranveer, which obviously .. they both will definitely fight.

Not because he wanted to fight with Ranveer who made Fahad will come to the reunion event. But he wanted to meet his old friend. Mutual exchange of news so that friendships never break up even though they rarely meet and have their own paths.

“Nayla really you invited, right?” Sahil.

“Iya. I already have a wife, where I might come there like a bachelor. I'm not Sahil who never took Sanju to the reunion.”

“shit!” Sahil throws a pen at Fahad who is smiling at him. “Sanju I took, she wants to come if your wife is also coming.”

“Oh.” Fahad nodded in understanding.

Sahil again advised Fahad, so that later at the reunion event he did not fight with Ranveer like before. “Your company has begun to be taken into account, Fahad, as well as your name that you must keep. In addition, there is Nayla there, do not make her feel married to market thugs.”

“Page!![¹]” maki Fahad. “Out! I want to continue the work.”

***

[¹] crazy