Love From Facebook

Chapter 74

“You divorced an educated Mahira, who deserves to be invited to a place like this and instead married Nayla who,” there was a pause just before Ranveer continued his sentence.

The mahira? Fahad's ex-wife named Mahira? Nayla.

“Married Nayla who should have been more deserving in your home as—”

Uncompleted Ranveer spoke, the blow from Fahad had already landed on his face. Fahad was already unable to contain his anger this time, he beat up Ranveer without the slightest pause. Some people who try to break up are overwhelmed with both.

Once he got the chance, Ranveer also returned a punch Fahad. He felt he did not receive such treatment from Fahad.

“Fahad, control your emotions, don't be like this. Remember, there's Nayla here.” Sahil Mash tries to calm Fahad. However, Ranveer still threw inappropriate words, insulting Fahad and Nayla.

“His wife is uneducated, her husband is the same. Low mental!” hina Ranveer's.

Again. Fahad broke out from Sahil's handrails and security guards. Punch after punch he lay for the man who had insulted his wife. “Don't mention my wife's name with your dirty mouth!”

Nayla watched everything, she stood guard—his body as if locked hearing and saw the dispute of two adult men in front of her. Nayla chooses to leave, she can't see Fahad fighting just for his name. Sanju who saw Nayla leave immediately told Sahil, then he tried to catch up with the wife of her husband's best friend.

“Fahad, stop! Nayla goes, quickly find her!”

The punch stopped, Fahad who was above the body of Ranveer who had looked weak was immediately standing. His eyes tried to find Nayla's whereabouts around him, but nihil.

Sahil approaches Fahad, saying Nayla is out and Sanju is trying to catch up with her. Fahad immediately ran out of the hotel ballroom. “Nayla.” He was still looking for Nayla around the hotel, but did not find her.

Sanju comes, he tells Fahad that Nayla is trying to find a taxi. Hearing this, Fahad ran towards the highway, he found Nayla who was going to take a taxi. “Sayang.” Fahad manages to prevent Nayla, telling the taxi driver to leave. “Come, we go home.”

Sahil and Sanju see Fahad holding Nayla to the parking area. “Again. Fahad and Ranveer got into a fight, I'm sick of them both!” Both Sahil's hands were at his waist, he sighed irritated at the quarrel that had always been Ranveer and Fahad's bridge to meet.

Along the way, Nayla did not answer any of her husband's questions or apologies. Even when Fahad tried to touch his hand, Nayla still did not respond. He turned his face to the left, looking at the crowded city streets.

At the apartment, Nayla got out of the car first. He walked quickly, no matter Fahad calling his name. Nayla looks at the clock on her left wrist, when it shows eleven o'clock at night, she hopes Yasmin has slept.

The elevator reached the seventh floor, Nayla opened the door. Before entering, she grabbed Fahad's hand and led him into the room, sitting his body on the sofa.

“Honey, I—”

“Wait a minute.” Nayla comes out, she goes to the kitchen to get ice cubes.

The little basin was in Nayla's hands, she put it on the sofa table then went to pick up the h

the towel duster in his closet. Fahad was confused by the attitude of his wife who had been silent since.

Nayla rested on her knees and stood before her husband. She treated her husband's wounds slowly. Fahad sizzled when the cotton that had been given the wound cleaning fluid touched the bloody tip of his lips.

Finished treating the wound on her husband's face, Nayla was about to leave to return the basin to the kitchen. However, Fahad had already prevented it. The gazes of his eyes were both locked, the look of confused eyes emanated from Fahad. While Nayla, the corner of her eyes already looked watery. “Sorry.” Nayla said softly.

Fahad frowning in wonder, “sorry for what, Darling?”

Fahad holds Nayla's body in his arms. “Darling, I should be the one apologizing. I can't—”

“Sorry, Fahad, I embarrassed you. It's not my place, you shouldn't take me there. Sorry, sorry.” Nayla could no longer contain her river of tears. He felt even more devastated once his body was in the decades Fahad. “Sorry, I'm sorry.”

Fahad gave Nayla a chance to shed all her tears, she knew .. his wife must have been very devastated to hear the insults from Ranveer. Fahad helps Nayla to sit next to him, her palms against both sides of Nayla's face. Wiping the tears that still wet the cheek of the wife with both thumbs.

“You have never embarrassed me, I am always proud of you.” Fahad puts a soft touch on Nayla's cheeks, to make her feel calmer.

“Your friend was right, Fahad, I don't deserve to join your world. I'm nothing like you.”

“Honey,” pulls Nayla's body back into her arms. Fahad tightened his arms as he saw Nayla crying again. His heart felt bitter to see the tears of his wife. Really, he was not ashamed. “Darling, from the beginning I never had a problem about social status, you know that. I love you, yes, because of yourself.”

“I'm not like him, Fahad, I'm far ... far away.”

Fahad parsed his embrace, staring in both of Nayla's eyes. “Who is he?” tanyakanya.

“Dia ... Mahira.”

“Who is he?” Fahad asked again.

“Yes, Mahira. Mahira.” Nayla exclaimed in annoyance. He slightly distanced his body from Fahad, throwing his face in any direction. Avoiding the eyes of her husband who was definitely trying to find a gap of jealousy in her eyes.

Fahad laughed, he pulled Nayla's tiny nose in a fit of rage. “No need to cover up, I know you're jealous again.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance, she was about to leave Fahad. However, her husband's hand swiftly pulled her back into his arms. “It turns out you did hear everything.”

Nayla nodded, Ranveer's insults ringing in her ears again. “Sorry.”

“Again.” Fahad took off his embrace. “You're not wrong, how many times do you want to apologize? I'm tired of hearing you keep apologizing. Are there no other words?” his weakness.

“I don't like you always think like gini, must think that you are embarrassing. You don't deserve me. We are different, until whenever we are different. I don't like it, Nayla.” Fahad.

Her name has been mentioned, it is certain that her husband is currently angry.

“I don't care what people say, whoever you are .. I still love you. About my ex-wife first, you know for yourself, right? I married her once because she was set up.”

Fahad once again explained to Nayla. Even if the whole world opposes his love because of differences in social status, he will not give up. For Fahad, education is important, but all of it is not used to compete, knocking each other out. Nayla was educated, although his wife was not educated at university.

“I beg you, darling, don't give up on continuing beside me. Don't retreat. Don't leave me alone because of social differences, we are the same in God's eyes. Only Allah is rich and high.”

A smile rose from Nayla's lips. Is correct. We are ordinary people, dust among the many dusts that are scattered on the earth. No matter how high the education, no matter how rich a person is. In the eyes of God everything is the same. Only the worship of a person is judged by God.

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