Love From Facebook

Chapter 80

After performing the morning prayer service, Nayla assisted Fahad .. remove and fold the face and put it in its original place. Inviting Nayla to sit on the edge of the bed, Fahad tidied part of his wife's hair behind his ears.

Nayla gradually retreats, but Fahad quickly holds the woman's body in place. “Honey,” her hands lead Nayla's face so that their eyes can meet each other. “Honey, I—”

“No, Fahad. I don't know Anand.” Nayla shook her head violently, the corner of her eyes wet again. “Last night at the office, I accidentally bumped into him. Here, I only know you. I don't know anyone anymore, I don't know.”

Oh my God, I hurt him. I hurt my wife, Fahad's inner self to see her crying and frightened wife. “Honey, I want—”

“Sorry, Fahad, I'm sorry.” Nayla could not hold back her tears, she spilled out all the flavors that became one in each of the clear circles.

Fahad was about to hug Nayla, but his wife regained her body while shaking loudly. “Honey, don't be afraid, I beg you. Sorry me.”

Hearing the apology that was thrown from Fahad's lips, Nayla also stopped rewinding her body. Although still afraid, she tried to dare to look into Fahad's eyes, looking for sincerity from what her husband had said.

“I beg you, fear not, Darling.” Fahad pulls Nayla's body, clutching her very tightly, fearing that his wife will move away again. He kept apologizing.

“I'm not lying, Fahad, I don't know her,” Nahla's cry broke, she returned her husband's embrace. “I'm not lying, Fahad.”

Fahad parsed his embrace, wiping away Nayla's tears with both of her thumbs. “I'm wrong, Honey, I'm sorry.” Kissing his faithfulness in the face of his wife, he regretted what he had done last night. Jealousy has mastered it, so he can not think clearly. Fahad forgot, that Nayla is not a woman who will easily get acquainted with foreign men. Didn't he prove it himself? It took a long struggle and time to get Nayla's heart and love.

Nayla's apology made her feel even more guilty, she could still see the fear from the look in her eyes. “Nayla Anjani, your husband's law has hurt you so much. Punish me, dear.” Fahad.

Nayla shook her head, “I can't punish you. Last night, I got my punishment, I'm sorry.”

“Do not apologize again, I can not hear you say sorry.” Fahad returns to Nayla, landing a kiss on the top of his wife's head. Gently rubbed his long hair, wiping away the tears that did not stop dripping from the corner of Nayla's eyes. “I believe in you, I'm too jealous, I'm sorry.”

“Don't shut up again, I'm confused, Fahad, I'm scared.” Nayla pleads. Living in a new country, only the husband she has. There's no more place he'd go if Fahad avoided him.

Fahad nodded, he did not promise. Yes, Fahad is just an ordinary man, the place is wrong, of course he is afraid if he expresses a promise that turns out he denies.

“Kok, no promise?” nayla Protest.

“Not that wives do not like being promised? So I don't promise, but I'll give you proof that I won't shut up again if there's a problem. We sit together, talk from the heart and with a cool head, solve the problem.”

Nayla nodded, it was true what her husband said. It is better not to promise if only to be denied. “But I don't have anything with him, I just know his name, Fahad. I'm not lying.” Nayla again explained, she does not want any more misunderstandings.

“Yes, honey, I know. I was so jealous that I forgot that you couldn't possibly be like that. Sorry me, Darling.” Fahad still clutched Nayla's body so that his wife felt comfortable and there was no more fear when looking at him.

Fahad tried to make Nayla stop crying, but every talk. The apology he made was not enough to stop his tears. “Honey, can you please stop for a moment?” ask Fahad.

Nayla looked up at Fahad's face. “Why?” tanyakanya.

“I want to change shirts, it's wet to snot you.”

Fahad laughed, his efforts now managed to make Nayla cry stop. His fingers cleaned the rest of his tears in every corner of his own eyes. “Sorry to me, dear,” kiss both cheeks Nayla. “Law as you please, but please don't go ... don't stay in me.”

Nayla's eyes narrowed, noticing her husband's face asking her not to leave. “Can I know the reason?”

“I've hurt you, I'm afraid you're gone. I know, a woman would have left if her man had hurt her. Last night,” had a short pause before Fahad continued his speech. His two eyes traced every inch of Nayla's face carefully. It takes a deep breath, “night, nyakinin you born and inner. I was wrong, honey, I'm sorry.”

One hand Nayla touched Fahad's cheek gently, she smiled, “until this second, I never had any thoughts of leaving you. For me, what you did last night was not torture, but it was my duty as a wife. It's just ..”

“Sick?” Fahad asked who answered a nod of the head by Nayla. Back, Fahad pulls Nayla's body into his arms. “Sorry, sorry I. But, please, don't go. Don't!” the closer he got to his wife.

Isakan again heard from Nayla, as soon as Fahad distanced Nayla's body from him. “Wait! Don't cry first, I change clothes for a moment!” he said tease Nayla.

“Ya, it's there!” push Nayla away while pushing Fahad's body.

“My wife is adorable this way, so where can I go?” Fahad pinched both of Nayla's cheeks in a fit of anxiety. “Do not go. I beg you not to go.”

“Don't go, don't go, but daritadi keeps crying!” burping Nayla who instantly gets a brief kiss on her lips from Fahad.

Fahad was grateful, the tension between himself and Nayla had melted. The fear of losing after what he did last night ambushed his heart. After all this time, he could fall in love after Nayla managed to tear down the wall of disappointment in his heart. In the future, Fahad is determined not to be dominated by jealousy—ia will ask Nayla before acting out of bounds. Thats enough. That was enough of a mistake he made last night.

Forgive me, O God . I hurt someone you sent me. With my own hands, I made her a wife, and with my own hands, I hurt her born and inner. Ii'm sorry.

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“Sister-in-law!” Yasmin got out of bed in a hurry. “Why can I fall asleep, anyway?!” his weakness. Last night, he dissolved in his own mind about what Fahad did to his wife.

Yasmin walked towards her brother and sister-in-law's room, knocking on the door loudly while calling out Nayla's name.

Fahad immediately opened the door before his sister made a fuss. Yasmin pushed Fahad's body as soon as the door opened, he barged in and approached sitting on the edge of the bed— next to his sister-in-law. Ask what her sister did, “Sister-in-law, nothing, right? Fahad didn't hit, did he?” yasmin cerca.

Nayla shook her head while she brushed off her smile, “no, sister is fine.”

Yasmin asked again, making sure her sister-in-law was doing well. Recalling Fahad's terrifying voice and face last night, various evil thoughts wandered into his mind. However, as soon as he saw the smile from Nayla, all his worries were instantly wiped out.

Fahad watched his wife and sister. His heart ached again as soon as he heard Nayla's answer when Yasmin asked the question. Said ‘ alright’ as if to hit his heart and heart. His wife covered up the mistakes he had made. In fact, if he wanted to, his wife could tell Yasmin everything. Fahad would not mind, because he was guilty. However, in fact he did not, his wife covered up her disgrace and guilt. Fahad feels lucky, Nayla knows how to keep her good name.

I'm sorry, honey, your husband's gone too far.

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