Love From Facebook

Chapter 79

“Sorry, I—”

“Nayla.” Sahil smiled as she received some paper from the woman's hand.

“Anand, sorry, I accidentally.”

“Yes, it's okay. Next time be careful.” Anand, excuse me to go home. He got into the elevator and pressed the button to the lobby.

After Anand's departure, Nayla continues her path to Fahad's workspace. She was surprised to see her husband standing at the door with frightening eyes. He approached slowly, really ... Nayla was terrified. But she still had to talk to her husband, solve the problem. “Fahad, I—”

“Ayo, home!” Fahad clutched Nayla's wrist violently, until she grimaced in pain.

In the elevator, Fahad still did not speak a word. He kept clutching his wife's wrist. Exiting the elevator and heading to the car, Fahad still did not take off his grip. Security only looked at it with various questions raging in his mind. Just this time he looked at his superior with a terrifying look and face. Fahad is a firm boss, but what security just saw tonight was unexpected.

Arriving at the apartment parking lot, Fahad took his wife down with quick steps. Nayla had trouble following her husband's long, quick footsteps. Nayla did not dare to say, she just lowered her head in silence. She gave up what her husband would do to her. Is Fahad gonna torture me? Why, Fahad? Why are you like this? Nayla asked herself.

“Kakak?” Yasmin who was sitting on the living room sofa was surprised by the arrival of her brother and sister-in-law. Moreover, seeing Nayla grimacing in pain made her approach and try to stop Fahad's footsteps. “Kak Fahad, what's up? Why—”

“Yasmin!” snapped Fahad. His voice boomed, piercing the eardrum of his sister and also his wife. Fahad continued his steps, he walked into the room. Close the door hard and lock it. He threw his wife's body on the bed.

“Sister-in-law?” Yasmin scared. He was confused, what to do. “Kak Fahad, I beg you not to do anything with brother-in-law. She's my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law.”

Nayla's tears began to run down the river, she tried hard so that her tears would not fall. “Fahad,” her lips endlessly call her husband's name. She got out of bed, approached and grabbed her husband's wrist. “Fahad—”

“Nayla!” Fahad threw his wife's hand violently. Take off the suit and throw it in any direction. Both of his hands were now clutching Nayla's arms. “What are you doing with Anand? What are you doing with him?!” he snapped without caring about the tears that had begun to drip from the wife's sad eyes.

“Fahad, pain.” Nayla whimpers, she tries to take off the grip of her husband's hand. However, all that was in vain, his strength was not comparable to Fahad's strength and emotions.

“I give you permission to leave the apartment alone, but you even want to be alone!”

“What do you mean, Fahad?” Nayla thrashed, still trying to lower Fahad's hand from his arm.

Fahad now takes off Nayla's jacket and hijab violently, pushing his wife's body to a fall on the bed. “You know Anand not just meet in the elevator and meet in the supermarket, right?” Fahad asked, he got into bed and clutched Nayla's wrist again. “Jawab!” the harder he gripped.

“Fahad, pain ... pain.” Nayla is running out of energy, she can no longer struggle—trying to let go of her husband's hand.

“Jawab!” again, Fahad snapped back.

Yasmin was terrified, she bit her fingertips. Looking for an idea to save his sister-in-law from Fahad's anger. “No! Fahad will not play with his hands. He never hit his sister let alone his wife.” Yasmin tried to get rid of those bad thoughts. However, Fahad's clapping voice made him unable to think clearly. She was terrified, afraid that her brother would act out of control.

Nayla was still crying, she no longer asked Fahad to let go of the clutches of her hands. She was silent, staring at her husband's two eyeballs in turn. Trying to find answers to his own questions. Is this you, Fahad? You're not the Fahad I know. You're not Fahad!

Nayla kept calling her husband's name. Her lips quivered in fear, one hand touching Fahad's chest, hoping her husband's emotions could subside. No, that's not what Nayla got. Her husband curled his lips with a rough kiss. He could not move from the clutches of Fahad's hands.

That night, Nayla somehow called it. He did not understand Fahad's attitude. That heightened emotion made him in pain on the bed. Fahad did not care about the tears that kept wetting his cheeks.

You're my wife. Mine! inner Fahad.

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The morning greeted me with cold air. As with Fahad, after what he did last night to his wife. He remained cold. Getting up, Fahad headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“Fahad.” Nayla can't sleep. She was frightened and confused with her husband. “Why you?” the same question. He closed his eyes again, pretending to be asleep as soon as he saw Fahad coming out of the bathroom. She did not want to get the glare of her husband's eyes again. Had enough. He still feels scared.

Nayla notices Fahad preparing to go to the office in silence. She would close her eyes if her husband turned to her, Nayla did not want her eyes to meet with those scary eyes again. Slowly, Nayla tried to wake up after her husband's departure, with difficulty sitting her body. The blanket still wrapped around her body, Nayla walked slowly towards the bathroom.

Fahad, who was standing in front of the elevator, realized his watch was left behind, returned to the apartment. The door of the room did not close perfectly, his eyes found Nayla trying to walk with a blanket that his wife clutched firmly with one hand. While the other hand, Nayla used to hold on to the wall of the room. His heart trembled violently, the sight could tear down the wall of emotions he had already built himself. His hands opened the door wider, their eyes met.

Nayla ended it first, she pegged .. lowered her head in fear, her hands gripped the blanket more firmly.

Fahad stepped up, approaching his wife. His hand tried to grab Nayla's wrist.

“Don't, Fahad, don't.” Nayla sat down. He hugged his knees, looking down with tears ready to slide down his cheeks. “Sorry, I'm sorry.”

Crushed. Fahad's heart was broken seeing his wife scared. Regretting already. “Honey,” call her gently, trying to grab Nayla's hand.

“Do Not .. pain.” Nayla tightened her hands that were hugging her knees. His body gradually moved away, his lips incessantly said ‘jangan’.

“Honey, see me.” Fahad quickly restrains Nayla's body and hugs her. “Sorry, I was wrong .. I was wrong.” Nayla's body trembled in fear, Fahad could feel it. His wife did not want to meet him face to face.

Nayla tries to thrash with a body that still hurts, “don't, Fahad .. don't, hurt.” The words that kept coming out of his lips.

For a while, only a hug from Fahad and a sobbing of Nayla filled the room. Fahad takes off his shoes, lifts Nayla's body into her cradle and takes her to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, Fahad helped his wife clean up. His heart condemned the stupidity he had done to his wife last night in bed.

What's up, Fahad? Why are you like this?

Nayla is at war with her own mind once she gets her tender treatment from Fahad. Last night, her husband was like a starving lion. Preying on anything greedily. But, this morning .. she got tenderness from her husband.

Wrapping Nayla's body in a towel, Fahad carried her out of the bathroom and helped her with her clothes. “You wudhu first, out of it salat, can walk alone?” ask after she finishes putting on clothes. Nayla replied with a nod of her head. Fahad looked at Nayla with a look of remorse. Scooping his face violently, cursing himself for what he did last night.

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