Love From Facebook

Chapter 75

All the misunderstandings were resolved Fahad and Nayla that night. For them, before going to bed .. it is better to solve the existing problems first, so that there are no protracted problems.

From that day on, Nayla never again said that she was afraid of social differences. It was God who united her and Fahad in marriage. Everything that happens by His will, no human being can violate one's destiny.

A week later, Nayla and Fahad go about their days as they should. Staying as a friendly couple, even though there are often disputes between the two. Yasmin is getting closer and closer to Nayla. His familiar figure, as well as Nayla who always treated him like a younger sister.

Yasmin and Nayla were born in the same year, they were the same age. When Fahad scolds Yasmin, the girl will complain to Nayla. Like a mother, Nayla rebukes Fahad for not giving up on Yasmin.

Yasmin was closer to Nayla, coming home from the office she immediately looked for her sister-in-law—like looking for a mother. Yasmin felt comfortable exchanging ideas with Nayla, her sister-in-law was more able to understand her feelings and what she wanted better than Fahad.

Nayla is very grateful, got a sister-in-law like Yasmin and Yumna. Indeed, since coming to India, Nayla has not met Yumna at all. The two only exchange voice over voice calls or sometimes video calls. His two sisters-in-law received him very well, all of which Nayla felt when Yasmin and Yumna could not help sharing the story with him.

Yes, now Yasmin and Yumna forget, if you have a brother. Now, whatever it is, they must be talking to you, I'm not considered.

That's how Fahad was when Yasmin preferred to speak to Nayla. Fahad was not angry, he was happy to see the closeness of his wife and sisters. As the only man in the family, as the head of the household ... Fahad felt very helped by the presence of Nayla to look after and take care of her sister and Ammi.

Today Sanju visited Nayla's apartment, he came with cake ingredients. Sanju wants to make a chocholate cupcake, and Nayla plans to make a snow princess cake, her favorite Eid cake.

“Later after lunch, we bring these cakes to the office, we give a surprise to Sahil and Fahad.”

Nayla is shocked to hear Sanju's words. He did not think at all that the cakes they would bring to the office. Nayla has never been to her husband's office, not out of fear ... Nayla was just embarrassed. It will definitely be the center of everyone's attention.

“But, Sanju, I haven't asked Fahad's permission to make it to the office.” Nayla.

“Kan, would you like a surprise, Nayla. If you ask permission, how do you want to be a surprise?”

Nayla could say nothing more. Their cake was ripe and cold, Nayla went into the room to clean herself up before leaving for the office. Wear an armless mocca colored jumpsuit that he mixes with h**oodie crop and army colored pasmina. Not to forget, white sneakers also support its appearance.

Sanju and Nayla are now in the taxi, each of them carrying a paper bag inside which is a cake that they have made earlier.

Sanju invites Nayla to get off because the taxi they are riding has stopped right in the office lobby. Nayla's heart thumped, fearing that Fahad would scold her for exiting the apartment without her permission. “Calm down, Fahad isn't angry, really. I dare guarantee.” Sanju smiled wryly at Nayla. “Ayo.”

Nayla steps in tandem with Sanju, she looks down, following where Sanju is going. Security greets Sanju, as well as some employees who recognize him. Sure enough, Nayla became the center of everyone's attention.

From the face, obviously .. can be ascertained Nayla is not an Indian citizen. Especially with the style of clothing that looks modern for hijab women. The elevator stopped on the eighth floor. Sanju takes Nayla to Fahad's room. “Alina, he's Fahad's wife. Let him in.”

Alina greets Nayla and invites her to come in. “Pak Fahad's wife is very young. How old, yes, about?” muttered Alina.

Two women came to Alina, they asked who the figure of the hijab woman who had just entered their superior room. During this time, only Yasmin and Alina were free to enter Fahad's room.

“He's his wife Mr. Fahad." Alina answered ketus.

Gawking instantly. They were both surprised not to play. “Wife? Since when did Mr Fahad have a wife? Isn't she a widower?”

“You are!” furious Alina. He does not like his personal life to be a conversation in the office. He knows enough about the old Fahad household life. As soon as he was told by his boss that he was getting married, his heart was happy. For Alina, it was time for her boss to get married.

“What is this?” Anand comes to Alina and her two other friends.

“Pak Fahad is married.”

Just like the others, Anand was also shocked to hear it. “Who said?” tanyanya.

“Kata Kak Alina.”

Fahad's eye tails towards Alina, he asked ..is it true that Mr. Fahad is married, and Alina answered yes. “The wife is inside.” Pointing to the door of his superior's workspace.

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Nayla was already in Fahad's room, she was still standing behind the entrance. Lonely, there's no one. She went out, asking Alina where her husband was. As the door opened, Nayla turned to the source of the voice.

“Sayang?” Fahad comes out of the toilet, surprised to find Nayla in his room. He walked closer to his wife. “You're here?”

Nayla nodded, “sorry, I am not here permission first with you.”

“What's wrong, honey, why are you apologizing?” Fahad asked Nayla to sit on the sofa.

Before long, Alina knocked on the door, carrying two glasses of drink on the tray.

Nayla took out the cakes she brought, and then fed them to her husband. “Whose are you here with? Take a taxi yourself?” Fahad asked.

“Sama Sanju, she came to the apartment, ngajak make cakes and I was forced here.”

Fahad stared at Nayla from top to bottom. It turns out that it is true, his wife looks like a student still sitting in high school.

“There's the same wrong clothes I?” Nayla asked. He felt, the appearance was good, the jumpsuit was not reversed, the passport was also installed well. “Kok, you saw me like that, I got scared.”

Fahad laughed, he put his seat on Nayla. “No,” his hand was about to open the wife's pasmina. “You are beautiful aja.”

“Fahad!” hit the back of her husband's hand hard enough, “ini hands can be silent, anyway? Main dislodged pasmina at will aja.” Nayla returned to correct her passport. “This is in office, Fahad.”

“Lupa, Darling.” Fahad enjoyed the cake made by his wife greedily, even though he was looking to reduce sweet food .. It is impossible to refuse the cake that has been painstakingly made by his wife.

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“Log in!” fahad's orders after hearing the knock on the door.

Anand came in, brought in the files he had finished working on. Poking it at the table so that his boss can correct his work.

After reading the contents of the file, Fahad signed it and asked Anand to deliver the file to Sahil. “Anand!”

“I-iya, Sir?”

“What are you looking for? Did you hear what I said?” fahad asked unhappily, his eyes full of search. Because from earlier, Anand's eyes traced every corner of his room.

“Sorry, sir, I was less focused. Father, order me to what, sir?” Anand asked.

“Bring this file to Sahil.”

“Iya, Sir.” Anand received Fahad's file. However, his eyes were still trying to find someone. Hearing that his boss was married and his wife was not an Indian citizen, Anand was very curious, he wanted to see what the wife of Fahad was like.

“You can get out!” fahad's orders are full of emphasis.

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