Love From Facebook

Chapter 81

Fahad expels Yasmin, telling her to leave for work. Yasmin refused, she did not want to leave her sister-in-law. Fahad sighs in frustration, he pulls the collar of Yasmin's nightgown to get her sister out of her room.

“Kak Fahad! I'm not a cat, yeah!” he sprayed with an angry look. “Sister-in-law, Brother Fahad—”

“Mouth!” Fahad silenced Yasmin's lips with his palm. “Suka very sadu, sih.”

“Fahad, don't—”

“Ah, okay-okay, I release him,” Fahad said as soon as his wife would speak. Yasmin sneered, she exited her brother's room to prepare to go to work.

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Fahad just drove his sister to the office, he chose not to go to work because he wanted to be with Nayla, looking after her all day. He did it because he wanted to make amends for what he did last night, even though he knew .. an apology and whatever effort he made would never be able to restore the time to fix everything from the beginning.

At the apartment, Fahad walks into the kitchen as he hears his wife singing.

Toota jo kabhi taara, sajna ve~ [¹]

Tujhse Rab se, maanga ~ [²]

Rab se jo maanga, mileya ve~ [³]

Tu mileya to jaane na dunga mein~ [⁴] Fahad said while hugging Nayla's body from behind.

“You've come home?” asked Nayla who was surprised.

Fahad nodded, he took off his arms and stood beside his wife who was busy making instant noodles. “My wife likes the song Atif Aslam,” her hands are busy tidying up Nayla's unraveling hair. “No other singers what?”

“There, really, a lot. There's Arjit Singh, Jubin Nautiyal, Armaan Malik, Amal Malik, Tony Kakkar, Himesh—”

“Udah-already, why so discuss another man, anyway?” Fahad Tukas. Jealousy began to take hold of him again. This time was different, unlike his jealousy towards Anand.

Nayla laughed, she turned off the stove and poured the soup noodles complete with vegetables and eggs into the bowl. Nayla was about to bring the bowl to the dining table, but Fahad had already brought it. “Don't eat instant noodles too often, Honey, it's better to make your own noodles.” Fahad. He brought a glass of water for his wife.

Nayla mengiyani, if only her body can be invited to compromise .. she is eager to make chicken noodles, but it will take a long time to make it, her body still can not stand too long. “Only instant noodles that can be cooked quickly, next time I make my own noodles.”

Fahad touched the top of Nayla's head while she brushed off her smile. He feeds Nayla, occasionally eating noodles from the same spoon and bowl as his wife. The two spend time together, occasionally joking Fahad and Nayla— so that the atmosphere between them can be more and better.

“Andi when is it off?” ask Fahad.

Nayla puts her shoulders together, “she hasn't talked to me. Even if it's a holiday, he doesn't think he'll be here either.”

“Why?”

Nayla took a sip of water, then put the glass back into place. “He works, in one of the shooting studios near the same campus.”

Fahad was surprised to hear that. “Why doesn't he talk to me? Since when does he work?” cercan.

“Not long, kok.” Nayla added that she asked Fahad not to send money to her sister. Let Andi try alone, his sister did ask that Fahad no longer send him money. All the savings from parents, as well as the income that Andi gets from working is enough to fill the stomach and other needs. Although not much, Nayla knows ... Andi can certainly manage the finances of what his sister has got.

Fahad protested, he felt responsible for Andi's life. All of Nayla's other brothers must have been responsible, too, and now .. after she married Nayla, her responsibilities as Andi's sister have also been her responsibility. In India, foreign nationals cannot work at will, there are special provisions for foreign nationals married to local citizens. If possible, of course Fahad will not allow his wife to work. Nayla has struggled since graduating from high school. Let him now be responsible for Andi's survival.

“Same as Yasmin and Yumna, Andi is also my sister, Darling.” Fahad stressed to Nayla. “I can not be silent, all his brothers must be able to work together, including me,” he added later.

“But, Andi said it herself, Fahad. He already feels enough with what he got, I'm sure the same Andi.”

Fahad tried to understand. As an older brother, he agreed to Andi's wishes. A man, before marriage, must be able to stand on his own feet. So that later he can be responsible for his wife and children. “But, if there's anything, I'm told you again, yes? I do not use it if not the same responsibility Andi.” Fahad.

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The sun is getting higher, Nayla expressed her intention to travel around New Delhi. Her husband took a day off today, it would be very boring to just spend time at home. “I'm not sick, really. I can walk too. Yes?” his appeal to Fahad.

Not Fahad does not want, he knows .. his wife's body must still hurt. Fahad doesn't want his condition to get any worse, he wants to keep Nayla all day. Fahad smiled faintly at Nayla who pursed her lips, feeling annoyed that her desire was not being obeyed. “So a biter.” Fahad closer, “ah!” he screamed in pain, stroking the part of the stomach where Nayla had pinched him. “Yes, yes, we're out. But you're right, it's okay, right? It doesn't hurt, does it?” Fahad.

“Yes, the proof is I can pinch you, right?” reply Nayla who made her husband laugh.

They're getting ready soon. Fahad helps Nayla wear a thick jacket. The weather today is not too cold, but Fahad still forced his wife to wear a jacket.

Our first stop was to visit Lodhi Garden. Nayla's eyes are treated to the beauty of the area. Cold weather does not prevent local residents to enjoy the park which is always a destination to relax and gather with friends or family. As if forgetting the pain all over her body, Nayla continues to walk through the park, “Masya Allah, very beautiful.”

Fahad took Nayla by the hand, wherever his wife pointed and stepped, he would never take her off for a second. Engraved a smile when he saw a very happy Nayla. “We're photos, yuk?” invite Fahad who immediately got a rejection from his wife. “Why?” tanyanya.

“I no longer want to, later if you want .. we take photos together. Okay?”

Fahad nodded.Actually, Fahad can already guess that Nayla will refuse, his wife does not really like the camera. No problem, they already have a wedding photo, that's more than enough for Fahad.

“Fahad, can you please take your hand off for a moment?” Nayla asked.

“Nmobile.” Fahad shook his head loudly. “Udah just come home from the mall yesterday I do not hold you, now I will hold your hand.”

“I want to actually hijab first, it's starting to loose the needle.” Nayla explained. Fahad laughed and then took off his hand so that Nayla could freely fix the hijab.

“You are sure and always successful make me mind. Why is your face so young, anyway? Kan, I look like an om-om who is dating a High School boy!” cetus Fahad's.

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Lodhi Garden is a tourist spot that can be visited when coming to New Delhi, India. Lodhi Garden is one of the most popular parks in New Delhi by locals including tourists to enjoy the atmosphere of the park while relaxing so it is suitable to be used as a tourist destination. The park is located on Lodhi Road, New Delhi.

Lodhi Garden is actually the tomb of Sikander Lodi, Mohamad Syah, Shees Gumbad, and Bara Gumbad. They were the rulers of the Delhi Sultanate in the 15th century. The tomb has a very indak and interesting architecture with the shape of a dome building, where it is more than 700 years old. The green expanse of grass makes this park as one of the reasons for a favorite place for recreation and far from the usual haunted impression is synonymous with a tomb. Dozens of species of birds, several types of squirrels, and shady trees are also a complement that adorns Lodhi Garden so it is more interesting to visit.

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[¹] Every time I see a shooting star, my dear

[²] I'm asking you from god

[³] I've got everything I asked of god

[⁴] If I get you, I'll never let you go

Music: Sachin-Jigar

Lyrics: Priya Saraiya

Tag: Zee Music Company

Singers: Atif Aslam and Sumedha Karmah

Movie: A Flying Jatt (2016)