Love From Facebook

Chapter 8

“Ehemm.” Sari. “Ngak singles again, nih,” ledeknya with some other friends Nayla.

“Apaan, anyway, not very clear,” said Nayla while slightly lowering her face, feeling embarrassed. He continued his steps to get in and start working.

“Nayla, wait.” Sari caught up with Nayla.

“He's not an Indonesian guy, Nay? Saucy, huh? When to send an invitation?” ask Sari who wants to hear the answer directly from Nayla.

“Udah, ah. There continue to work, later Mr. Manager see

can be angry,” said Nayla, he pushed slowly Sari's body to quickly go to continue his work.

“Known, dong, Nay.”

“Iya, sometime.”

***

By eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the rain was pouring down. The distinctive smell of the wet ground was seeping into everyone's sense of smell.

“A minute to go home, even rain,” grumbled Nayla.

“Honey, what time are you home?” Fahad sent a message.

“Not yet,” reply Nayla.

“Call me if you want to go home. Okay?”

“Iya.”

Before long, Nita—friend Nayla who got a afternoon shift, came—the woman took off the rain coat she was wearing.

“Finally you came too, Ta, I can go home now,” is relieved Nayla saw Nita has come.

“Iya. Sorry, Nay, the rain is very hot, I do not dare to bring a cepet.” motor

“Iya. Yeah, I'm gonna go get a bag. Want to go home.”

“Kan, it's still raining, Nay, what's up you?” ask Nita.

“Emm, that, picked up Andi, my sister,” replied Nayla of origin.

“Oh, be careful, Nay.”

"Yes." Yeah."

Andi doesn't pick up Nayla, he just wants to come home soon so Fahad doesn't have to pick her up. To be more precise, Nayla did not want to meet the man. Nayla wanted to be alone, trying to find answers to those still-gray feelings.

Nayla is still standing on the terrace of the restaurant, she opens an online ojek application, trying to order a taxi, or even a taxi. Nayla looked up, the sky still looked cloudy and the rain was getting heavier. A car pulled up right in front of Nayla, to her surprise when the windshield came down and showed Fahad sitting behind the wheel.

“Come, Darling.”

Why take a car? Not all buses!

“Honey, come.”

“Hah?” Nayla was still standing in her place.

“You want to open the door?” ask Fahad.

“Eh. Notwithstanding. Yes, I went up.” Nayla rushes into the car, hoping that no one will see her.

Fahad did a car, splitting the streets that were still in the doldrums by the swift rain. It was already half way, there was no chatter between them. Nayla looked straight ahead, even with Fahad focused on the wheel.

“Honey,” voice Fahad break the silence.

“Do not call dear, Fahad!” exciting Nayla.

“Okay, sorry. Nayla, why are you quiet?” ask Fahad.

“Ngapain you brought a car?”

“It's raining, honey, how can I pick you up if you use the motor,” replied Fahad.

“If it rains, no need to pick up. I can go home by myself.”

“Sayang ..” Fahad groans, begging Nayla not to get angry.

“Hemm, whatever,” Nayla said without turning her head towards Fahad.

“Andi today at home, right? I can meet him.”

“I love you, Honey.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. “Fahad, don't say that sentence. I don't like.”

“I love you, i love you, and i love you.” Fahad turned his head towards Nayla, his hand pointing to pull the woman's tiny nose.

Nayla grimaces, she hits the back of Fahad's hand. “Sickness, Fahad.”

Fahad refocused on his wheel. “Lagian, some say love does not even like. Should be reply, dong.”

“I just don't love, why bales your words,” said Nayla.

“Masa? Sure you don't love?” search Fahad while brushing his smile.

“Nggak.”

“Not wrong, right?”

“That's not it!” exciting Nayla.

“But, gini.” Fahad pulled Nayla's nose back in his arms.

“Fahad, already. Be ill. Focus on driving there.” Nayla pinches Fahad's arm.

***

Arriving at home, Andi and Fahad get acquainted. Fahad is quite friendly, even he does not look like a rich man when at Nayla's house. He is not awkward or uncomfortable in the simple house of Nayla. Andi chose to go into the room after Nayla finished cleaning herself, so that her brother could chat privately with Fahad.

English is not good, so doang mosquito repellent. Kan, mending went into the room. Same relationship with hape. Inner Andi.

“You want to go out? We go for a walk,” asked Fahad.

“Hah? Where?”

”Mall or cafe? It's up to you, darling.”

“Tapi—”

“I won't say anything to you, honey, you can trust me.”

Nayla was silent, in her sight the look in Fahad's eyes. No, Nayla's not scared like Fahad meant. He just wanted to get away from the man, so that the feeling would not become more real and filled his heart.

“Tapi—”

“Honey, come on, I want to enjoy the atmosphere of Indonesia at night.” Fahad put on his face.

Nayla took a long breath. “Iya, yes.” Nayla was devastated, feeling sorry for Fahad who indeed since in Indonesia, he had never invited Fahad to enjoy the sound of the night in Indonesia.

“OK. Now I'm back to the hotel, I'll pick you up.”

Nayla nodded.

***

“Cakep, yes, Mbak?” goda Andi on Nayla who just closed the door, after Fahad returned to the hotel.

”Iya. Uh, no. Regularly,” replied Nayla.

“Some cute is fine too, Ma'am. Wear nutupin all.”

Nayla smiled shyly, her cheeks blushing. “Andi, later mallem Fahad ngajak Mbak road, how?” ask Nayla to Andi.

“Iya go, Ma'am, Andi dare to stay at home,” replied Andi. “Mbak, my friend will come here,” he added.

“What girl is a guy?”

“Cowoklah, ambak, where dare I bring a girl here.”

“Iya. Don't be weird, Andi,” Nayla's message to Andi.

“Iya, Mrs Fahad.”

“Dih. Apaan, hell!” exciting Nayla. “Udah magrib, there go salad.”

“Ready, Mrs Fahad.”

“Andi, ih!” pissed Nayla.

***