Love From Facebook

Chapter 72

“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.”

Nayla looks very serious, Fahad turned off his laptop. Put the computer on the other side of the bed. “What's the problem?” tanyakanya.

Nayla explains that Anand has touched her wrist. There is nothing he adds or subtracts in his explanation. Nayla doesn't expect Fahad to make calculations against Anand, Nayla just wants to be honest.

“I'm sorry, I just told you now.”

Uncoverable, Nayla's eyes looked terrified as she spoke to her husband. Also, with his voice that sounded vibrating.

“He just holds your wrist, right? Not holding the others?” Fahad.

Nayla nodded quickly, reassuring her husband that nothing serious happened between her and Anand. “I have nothing to do with him, Fahad, I just met in the elevator and met several times in front of the apartment. Uda, that's aja.”

Fahad is not hypocritical, he feels angry that his wife has been touched by another man, even if it is just a wrist. “Yes, the important thing is that you are okay. Next time you have to stay careful, darling, don't talk too much to strangers.” Fahad touched his wife's cheek gently.

“You're not mad at me?” Nayla asked.

“Anged, sih.” Fahad close his seat with Nayla, “you're also hard to tell, I've said many times don't go alone, wait for me to come home. Uh, still you insist on going alone.”

Hearing her husband's words, Nayla felt increasingly guilty for not being able to obey her husband. “Sorry, I—”

Nayla can no longer continue her speech because her lips have been closed by Fahad— with lips as well of course. After a while, Fahad ended his kiss and looked his wife in the eyes. “Honey, I trust you. But, this is not Indonesia, you do not know this city and country well. Next time, you have to be careful. It doesn't matter if you are rude to someone like you. If you keep quiet, they will be more disrespectful to you.”

Nayla nodded in understanding, both of her hands were on the chest of Fahad's field. “Sorry.”

“Iya, don't apologize,” Fahad's hand slipped some of Nayla's unravelled hair behind her ear. Fahad asked his wife to go to bed. Because tomorrow Sahil and Sanju will visit their apartment. Yes, a while ago, Sahil had notified Fahad by phone.

***

Cold air welcomes morning in New Delhi. Nayla wanted to make chicken porridge for breakfast, but her husband did not like the porridge too much. Distraught, Nayla went back into the room to ask her husband what he wanted for breakfast.

“What aja, Darling, Indonesian cuisine is also not what.” Fahad replied. “Wait, Yasmin is still in the room?”

Nayla puts her shoulder out. Fahad undoes his intention to take a bath, he goes out to call Yasmin to help her sister-in-law make breakfast.

“Good morning, Brother.” Yasmin greeted with a hand kneading the flour.

“Udah wake you up?” Fahad. “Well, so, dong. Wake up early help your sister-in-law.”

Yasmin taught Nayla how to make paratha bread. Anyway, the matter of taste ... may not be as delicious as paratha bread in general, but Yasmin quite understand the basic ingredients and how to make it. Also, Yasmin and Nayla cook another side dish to eat with paratha bread.

On the sidelines of the busy Nayla preparing breakfast with Yasmin, Fahad shouted to call the wife to go to the room. Nayla walks quickly, finding Fahad wearing his shirt. “Honey, can you help?” Fahad showed me a shirt he hadn't buttoned yet. He asks Nayla to help him prepare.

Nayla buttoned Fahad's shirt, and he also wore her husband's watch and shoes. Finished, they both went to the dining table to enjoy breakfast with Indian food menu.

***

The night was getting colder, though ... Sahil and Sanju keep coming to Fahad's apartment. They came with flowers for Nayla. Seeing his wife receiving the flower, Fahad immediately grabbed it and told Yasmin to put it in any direction.

“I've never given Nayla flowers, you love!” Fahad.

Sanju laughed, understanding that Fahad was just joking. Fahad and Nayla invited their guests to sit down.

“Your husband is so, Nayla, he is old .. where might he think to give you flowers.”

Sahil gets a couch cushion throw from Fahad. “Don't humiliate me in front of Nayla. I'm not old, Nayla is still a child.”

Nayla and Yasmin came out of the kitchen with drinks and some snacks on the tray. Hearing Fahad's words, Nayla immediately said, “if you were a child why did you marry?!” nayla is full of emphasis.

“No, Darling.” Fahad pulled Nayla's wrist to sit next to him. “You are cute, not small.” Fahad seduce.

Sahil and Sanju laugh at Fahad as soon as they see the man's face frightened, as well as Yasmin. The three of them tease Fahad and also Nayla.

Nayla is a little quiet if she is new to know, but she will easily get along if her new friend also welcomes her warmly. Their laughter filled the living room of the apartment, until the time showed at eleven o'clock in the evening, Sahil and Sanju were saying goodbye to go home.

“Remember, Fahad, don't do anything to this little boy you married.” Sahil is still joking.

“Pagal! go there!” expel Fahad.

***

Saturday arrived. At the reunion invitation, at seven o'clock the new party will begin. Since a few days ago Fahad had tried to invite his wife to join the event, but Nayla rejected it subtly.

Still the same, Nayla is not ready to meet with her husband's friends from a fairly located circle. Nayla feels small—ia is not worth being invited to such a place.

Persuading, and continuing to persuade, gives the understanding that there is nothing that his wife needs to fear. Just a regular reunion, nothing special. No need to wait until the event is over, if Nayla takes her home, she will obey and go home.

Finally, Nayla decided to come along. She wore a pink dress that she wore for a photo shoot a few days ago. Indian dress Anarkali model is not too crowded, therefore Nayla really likes it. This time Fahad did not wear a pink suit, but he wore a black suit combined with a matching colored shirt with Anarkali dress worn by his wife.

“MasyaAllah, Sister-in-law, this is indeed beautiful if you use anarkali dress,” praise Yasmin. “Kayak koliah, Kak.” Yasmin whispered in Nayla's ear.

“Kakak can still hear, Yasmin!” Fahad, who had just come out of the room, approached Nayla and her sister. “Say that your brother is old and continues to marry minors, so!” coined.

Yasmin and Nayla laughed at this. Recently Yasmin did like to tease Fahad with the name of parents who marry minors. Although actually his brother was not too old, it was just .. when he saw his brother-in-law, it was like a college boy, indeed, or even sometimes it looks like a child who is still in high school. Young, that's what Yasmin said.

“Yasmin, don't go anywhere, lock the door. Maybe brother's coming home tonight, so you go to bed first. Brother bring own key.” Fahad.

“Iya, Brother, be careful.”

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