Love From Facebook

Chapter 76

Anand exits Fahad's study, along with Nayla who comes out of the bathroom. Fahad invites his wife to lunch in the office cafeteria, before they both approach Sahil and Sanju first.

Fahad and Sahil do eat lunch more often in the office cafeteria. Fahad wanted to get closer to his employees, seeing them trading at break time.

Not wanting to lose to Fahad who always held the hand of Nayla, he also took Sanju's hand. Not as usual. Sanju arrived to be gaping to see her husband's behavior that changed more attention.

Nayla was a little uncomfortable, so sitting in one of the canteen chairs. Many times he threw the question to Fahad, is his appearance bad? Or is there less?

“Neither, dear, my wife is always beautiful and ... young!” he said it was full of emphasis. “They think I'm married to a little kid, honey, so they keep looking,” he added with a slightly upset face. The phrase Sahil who said he looked old when he was with Nayla greatly disturbed him today. “Do I look really old, huh?” now Fahad is not confident.

Nayla smiles knot, “you don't look old, honey, just more mature aja.”

“Yes, same if it is.”

Sahil and Sanju just listen, letting the couple in front of them quarrel about who is old and who is small.

After lunch, Sanju wants to take Nayla home, but Fahad does not allow his wife to go home. He keeps Nayla in the office and will go home with her later. Nayla tried to ask permission to go home, but still her husband did not allow it.

Inviting Nayla to return to her study. Fahad asks Alina to bring him some fruit and drinks for his wife.

One hour .. two hours ... Nayla was bored. She asked Fahad's permission to see Yasmin, but her husband did not allow her.

“Yasmin if you meet later would ask permission to go home early, ngajak you walk. Then what am I doing, dong?”

“Ya, here aja. Short again, right, it's also time to go home.”

“Nayla.”

All right, Fahad already mentioned his name. Her husband was getting angry. Nayla also chose silence, no longer saying a single broken word. To kill time, Nayla exchanges messages with her sister, Andi.

Nayla asks how Andi's college and work are going. His sister said, that until now .. he can still manage the time between college and work. However, later if it has started the thesis, Andi can not promise will always be able to divide the time well. Whatever Andi did, Nayla would definitely support it fully.

Nayla who was lying on the sofa was yawning many times, Fahad saw her. “If you're sleepy, go to sleep first, darling.”

“I'm not sleepy, kok.” Nayla answered.

Not until five minutes after answering her husband's question, Nayla was asleep with a cell phone that remained in his hand, on the stomach. Fahad approaches, he takes over Nayla's phone slowly.

His eyes looked at every inch of his wife's beautiful face. Smile adorns the lips Fahad, “ he did not sleep, but now he has slept.” Kiss his wife slowly.

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Time showed at three in the afternoon, Fahad had finished all his work. He wanted to get his wife home early. Before awakening Nayla, Fahad goes to meet Yasmin first.

“Sister-in-law is here? How, I don't know?” he asked after Fahad said he would go home with Nayla.

“Where are you going? How, can not know.”

“Because I'm here, lunch is also in the workspace. Means I missed the gossip!” jeboh Yasmin's. “I want to see sister-in-law first.”

“Yasmin!” Fahad pulled his sister's arm, making her sit back in her chair. “Your sister-in-law is still sleeping, later in the apartment only to find.”

Yasmin nodded, promising to stand up again, but Fahad managed to get her to sit down. Yasmin had no choice but to obey her brother's orders.

.Fahad returned to his room, crouching beside the sofa. “Honey,” her hands gently touch Nayla's cheeks. “Honey, let's go home.”

Nayla just squirmed without opening her eyes. “Darling, you want to walk alone do I carry until parking?”

“It turns out to be carried, okay.” Fahad lifts Nayla's body.

His rebellious wife wants to go down, “turunin, or I—”

“Iya-iya, down.” Fahad laughed, he lowered Nayla's body on the sofa. His wife asked permission to clean her face first. After Nayla came out, it was Fahad's turn to go to the toilet. While waiting for her husband, Nayla approaches Fahad's desk. His eyes were drawn to a neatly framed photo on the right side of Fahad's desk. The photo is a photo of his wedding taking place in Indonesia.

Seeing that, Nayla recalled the first time she met Fahad. There was no hospitality at all from him, not even .. he drove Fahad back to India. Funny indeed.

No one knows who our soul mate in the future, maybe he who is completely unthinkable, or he who turned out to be close but we do not realize.

Fahad came out of the toilet, he walked over to Nayla. “Yesterday before work, I must have saved this photo first in the drawer,” said Fahad.

“Masa? Why so?” ask Nayla.

“Yes, since you are still ashamed to acknowledge me as your husband, that is why I kept it. Now, no, I will not keep it anymore because my wife is not ashamed. Want to come to the office again.”

“Not shy about acknowledging you as husband, Fahad, but I myself that—”

Nayla's lips could not continue her sentence anymore after Fahad kissed her all of a sudden. Fahad ended his kiss after Nayla pinched her stomach hard. “Sick,” complained Fahad with a hand that touched the part of the stomach needed by his wife.

“Eatya, know where, dong! Do not like the prince of novels that can play anywhere and when aja.” Nayla exclaimed in annoyance.

Fahad who was grimacing in pain was made to laugh at the attitude of the wife who thought adorable. Yes, Nayla's annoyance is adorable, to her.

“Nayla?” Anand sees Nayla at a glance as she is about to enter the elevator, she chases after him in order to forgive Nayla or not.

That's right, Nayla just got in the elevator. However, how surprised he was to find his superior was also in the elevator. What makes it more inexhaustible is, Nayla's hand that is not separated from Fahad's hand grip.

“You?” Nayla's.

“Iya.” Anand smiled stiffly.

“Honey, you know him?” fahad asked now.

Nayla also explained, that Anand who lives on the sixth floor of—, which a few days ago he delivered his groceries, is Anand who was in front of him.

“Oh, so you're the—”

“Fahad.” Nayla prevents Fahad's body from approaching Anand. It is certain that her husband will make calculations with Anand regarding her wrist that the man touched. Nayla beckoned with a headband.

So Mr Fahad's wife is Nayla?!

Ah, crap! I have dared to hold his hand, I'm finished, Anand. He was scared, afraid of being fired.

Elevator stop at lobby, “excuse me, Mr.” Anand came out first, he stepped anywhere. Just off from the sharp gaze of his superior. “I congratulations!” relieved already.

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Not directly home to the apartment, Fahad directs his car to go to one of the malls. He wants to spend time with his wife. Fahad rolled his shirt arm up the elbow. As always, no matter in public ... Fahad will hold his wife's hand.

“MasyaAllah, hand-hold the wife is really delicious.” Fahad jemawa. Making Nayla laugh and getting close to their arms. “Can there be so much, yes, Darling?” her question was answered with a smile and a nod of the head by Nayla.

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