Love From Facebook

Chapter 71

Nayla did not prepare anything special for the photo shoot later, since returning home from dropping off Fahad's groceries, she did her homework as usual. Just a photo shoot for her private collection, as well as the dresses she needed were ready in the photo studio.

While waiting for her husband to come home, Nayla who was sitting on the sofa of her room was trying to contact her sister, Andi. Once .... twice .. three times .. His call was not at all received by Andi. He sighed in annoyance, where exactly was his sister.

Nayla put her phone on the table, she wanted to perform dhuhur prayer. However, there was a ringing cell phone that immediately stopped its steps and returned to the sofa table. “Andi?” Nayla cried out happily. He could see his sister's face clearly. “Where are you?!”

On the street, Ma'am, this just got home. Andy explained.

Nayla complains, it has been a few days he always difficult to contact his sister. He also scolded Andi a little because it made him worry.

Sorry, Ma'am, I forgot to tell you. I'm now applying for a job at one of the photo studios. Yeah, you learn too.

“Nworking room?” ask Nayla.

Andi said that he felt bored if he only studied, followed campus activities, and stayed at home alone. Looking for experience, work, entertain yourself, also.

“Mbak already love your trust, mbak hope .. you can keep it as good as possible, Andi.”

Seen from the touch screen of Nayla's phone, his sister nodded her head and assured her brother that she could maintain the trust that had been given to him. Andi knew, her brother was certain and would always worry about her living alone.

“Don't till you wha-apain kids people, loh!” nayla Ancam.

Whose son, anyway, Ma'am? Anyway, what do I want to do with people's kids, too?

“Mbak is afraid that you will become obscure, you will stay alone.”

Astaghfirullah, Ma'am, can you think that, yes, about his sister? Do I have a look at the future of people's children, so?!

Laughter rang out from Nayla as soon as she saw Andi's expression. Nayla reiterated that Andi must remain cautious when choosing close friends. Do not be too fond of personal things, because friendship can one day be cut off due to disputes. And, also, Nayla advised to get to know the girl who stole her heart.

“Know him first, how his personality and thoughts, how his family, they can accept you what not. Because the important thing is not just love, Andi, mutual respect is the most important.”

Ma'am, Andi hasn't thought in that direction. College is not finished. Andi wants to work first, so he can follow, Ma'am, go there. As for my soul mate, I'm with God. I don't know when he loved me, I relaxed, Ma'am.

Nayla and Andi spent an hour together. Satisfied, the longing for both has been cured. Nayla grew filled, he wanted to perform dhuhur prayer.

Just as Nayla was about to take off her face, the sound of the doorbell rang out. He pulled off his face and went out of the room to open the door. Her husband had come home, a warm smile he pinned to welcome Fahad's arrival.

“MasyaAllah, my wife is very beautiful, sih.” Fahad catches both sides of Nayla's face and lands a kiss on her forehead.

“MasyaAllah, my husband has come home.” Nayla retaliated. She helps Fahad take off the suit attached to her husband's body. “Udah to eat?” the question was answered by Fahad's head.

“Let's eat out, it's just left for studio.”

Nayla says Fahad. While her husband was cleaning himself, Nayla who had taken off her face was preparing a change of clothes for Fahad. He picked up a white shirt and mocca-colored jeans.

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The shooting will begin soon. As per Nayla's wishes, she does not want excessive makeup. Her face looks beautiful with natural makeup. His body looks very compatible with the red lehenga combined with a golden rectangular hijab and a red scarf.

Fahad also looks handsome with a matching colored kurta with Nayla. Both look in harmony with the king and queen bar. Nayla had to take pictures with her body very close to Fahad. How not? Not just one pair of eyes watching them, but there are several studio crew who participated in watching their shooting process.

Fahad ...he is able to make his wife calm with a gentle touch on the top of his head. “Don't be nervous, honey, it's just for our private collection. Not for sale in magazines. Want to be as intimate as our pose, it does not matter.”

“Intim? You mean?” surprised Nayla.

“Quiet, Dear.” Fahad again touched the top of his wife's head, but this time he also put a soft touch on Nayla's cheek. “I mean I'm intimate it's a little friendly. Like our pose is very decket, so.”

“No kissing photos, right?” Nayla.

“Fahad!” a pinch of Nayla lands right in her husband's belly. “Do not freak you!”

Fahad, grimacing in pain, apologized, only joking. But, still .. if his wife wants such a photo, he is ready to do it

The first fashion photo shoot is finished, now it's the pink dress that Nayla will wear for the next photo shoot. Staying in the typical Indian style, Nayla walked over to Fahad with the help of Simran, the designer who made the dress for her.

Fahad was waiting, the man was now wearing a suit that was also pink combined with a black shirt.

“MasyaAllah, my husband is very funny wearing a pink suit like gini.” Nayla flirts with her hand tidying up the pink suit worn by Fahad.

“For you, I wear pink.” Fahad was upset. However, before long ..the smile he pinned when he saw his wife who also threw a smile at him.

“Kan, one the same. I gave up too, you know, just now. I'm wearing a bright red dress of your choice.”

“Iya, yes.”

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At seven in the evening, Nayla and Fahad were already on their way home to the apartment. Previously, they stopped by a restaurant to buy biryani as their dinner menu.

“Oh, yes, Dear. Have you delivered the men's groceries on the sixth floor?” Fahad asked, his gaze staying focused forward.

Nayla looked over, she guessed. Is her husband still angry, or ....

“Sayang?” Fahad turned his head because he never got any answers. Soon he refocused on his drive. “I nanya, kok, unanswered?”

Nayla squeezed her left wrist where Anand had touched her earlier. There was guilt running through his heart. He wants to be honest, but the current situation is not supportive. They are still on the road, it would certainly be very dangerous if Fahad was provoked by the emotion of hearing his speech.

“Udah, kok.” Nayla answered without looking at her husband's face. His gaze was straight forward with his fixed hand squeezing his wrist.

“You know his name?" Fahad asked again.

“Name Anand.”

Fahad seemed to think, what is meant by Anand my employee? Fahad dispelled the thought, perhaps what Nayla meant was another Anand.

Arriving at the apartment, Nayla immediately prepares a plate for dinner with the help of Yasmin. The three had dinner with Nayla who seemed not eager to eat her food. All of that escaped the sight of Yasmin and her husband. Yeah, Nayla's trying to cover up her fear. He was afraid, from where he began to explain it to Fahad.

Dinner was over, Nayla was still busy in the kitchen. He cleaned the dishes from dinner while turning on the washing machine so that the next morning he would just dry it.

Once all the work was done, Nayla turned off the headlights and went into the room. Since then, she had hoped that her husband would sleep, but he didn't. Her husband was still sitting on the bed with the laptop on his lap.

Nayla changed her dress with a pajama and Fahad climbed onto the bed. “Fahad, I slept first, huh?”

“Iya, Darling.” Fahad kisses Nayla on the forehead and gets busy with his computer.

Nayla tries to close her eyes, but her guilt makes it hard to sleep. With a resigned heart, she is ready to accept her husband's anger if she says calm happened this morning when delivering groceries owned by Anand.

“Fahad?” Nayla uncovers the blanket and sits her body facing Fahad.

“Why not sleeping?” ask Fahad.

Nayla looks hesitant, but she still has to say it to Fahad. “I want to say something to you about this morning.”

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