Love From Facebook
Chapter 82
“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. “You don't wear clothes like this, dong!” coined.
There is little debate about Nayla's appearance. Nope. Not Fahad feel Nayla is beautifying herself in front of others, but the style of his wife's clothes is indeed very contemporary. So that it causes a sense of unease with differences that look striking when walking together.
“Fahad, don't start, yes!” Nayla warned. “This book does not show the curves of the body, the chest is also closed well. What else do I have to wear?”
Instead of being angry, Fahad was getting more anxious. According to him, whatever Nayla wears on her body it must make her look very young. “You look young, so I—”
“My husband, you are also young. I also dress you in clothes that match your age. Doesn't look old or young. This is indeed a style that is suitable for you.” Nayla tidied up the jacket that wrapped her husband's body. “So, stop saying you look old if you go the same way again me.” Nayla patted her husband's chest softly, not to forget she also pinned a smile that calmed Fahad's heart.
“Am I missingin this brewok, huh? Let it look younger.”
“Fahad, ih!” pinching her husband's arm hard. “How much are you, anyway? 80 years? Huh huh? I'm tired of you complaining about looks,” Nayla bursts. “Brewoknya not be loved lost, this thin gini. You don't fit without brewok.” Gently stroking one of her husband's cheeks.
“I'm cute there's the brew, huh?” goda Fahad while raising his eyebrows.
Nayla did not answer, she passed away feeling upset .. but also embarrassed, because indirectly she had praised the appearance of her husband who was increasingly handsome in the thin frame.
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After enjoying the beauty of Lodhi Garden, Fahad decided to invite Nayla to one of the historic buildings that are still perched neatly located on Netaji Subhash street, Chandni chowk. Red Fort, a historic building that dates back to the heyday of the Mughal empire led by Sultan Shah Jahan.
“Ticket price for foreigners must be more expensive. Shitty!” fahad complained after paying for the ticket.
Nayla laughs at her, she reaches for her husband's fingers, “ in any country too, Fahad.”
Fahad smiled, not complaining about the money he spent on Nayla. For him, ticket prices for local citizens and foreign nationals will be better if generalized, or if not. “Later if I become the minister of tourism, I will give you cheap ticket prices. Let more come to India.”
“Don't be a minister, just be my husband.” Nayla.
Fahad smiled wryly, he landed a short kiss on Nayla's cheek that immediately got a protest from his wife's lips. No matter what, Fahad again landed a kiss on Nayla's cheek. “You protest again?” exciting Fahad. “If I protest again I kiss somewhere else again, nih!” his instant threat made Nayla careless.
Again, Nayla was made amazed by the building that stands strong— which in every corner there is an unforgettable history for all Indians. No fatigue, both of them along the beauty that seemed endless.
Entering the museum Nayla again amazed to see the relics of the Mughal Kingdom. He linger looking at her, as if he did not want to go to enjoy the display presented in the transparent box. The sound of a cell phone ringing from Fahad, the name Yumna is listed there. He invited his wife to come out, receiving the call of Yumna.
Nayla stood a little further away from Fahad so that her husband could freely talk to Yumna. Not that he doesn't care, Nayla just doesn't want to interfere too deeply if Fahad doesn't invite her in. She would talk and act if her husband had asked her to speak. Nayla tries to respect her husband's family, so that there is no misunderstanding between them.
“Sayang.” Fahad had finished exchanging votes with Yumna and Ammi. Yeah, Ammi did want to talk to Fahad. “Ammi asks us to Kashmir as soon as possible, but ..”
“I can't leave the office, honey. It's not that I don't miss or care about Ammi, but I really can't go. The company again tries to make a neighboring country lobby so that our products can be sold there. Also, there are several companies that want to join us.”
Hearing Fahad's words, Nayla caught something behind her conversation with Ammi earlier. Not daring to ask, she could only try to calm her husband so that no one would hurt Ammi's heart. Nayla tries to understand Ammi's position as well as her husband's. Of course Ammi misses her son very much, even with Fahad who is tied to his job.
“We'll go home, yuk. Later you call Ammi again, find a solution how good.” Invite Nayla, Fahad also mengiyani.
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The moonlight entered Nayla's room through a window that was partially not covered with curtains. Sitting with Fahad on the couch, Nayla accompanies her husband to finish his job so that the two can get to Kashmir as soon as possible.
They have decided, the day after tomorrow, to go to Kashmir. Nayla told Fahad it would not be good to delay seeing Ammi. When she miscarried, Fahad flew to Indonesia without saying goodbye to Ammi, now .. they are already in India, but have not yet met the only parents they have.
“Yasmin have slept?” fahad asked without turning his eyes to the folding computer screen on the desk.
“Udah. I also said that the day after tomorrow we want to go to Kashmir.” Nayla answered. Drowsiness began to overwhelm him, his eyes reddened. However, she did not want to sleep first if her husband had not slept either. Nayla tried to keep her eyes awake, she intended to make coffee. However, his hand was prevented by Fahad.
Fahad forbid his wife to make coffee again, “you've finished one glass, darling, don't drink coffee again. Come on, get some sleep.” He turned off his laptop and led his wife to bed to lie down immediately. “Here, decketan, I don't want cold air hug you first.” Fahad. Both of his hands were holding his wife's body under the blanket. He placed an old kiss on Nayla's forehead. Before long, both of them had fallen asleep because of the fatigue that was whack, plus the cold air that was very supportive.
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Light blue shirt, combined with mocca colored pants. Nayla buttoned Fahad's shirt one by one, but her husband bit her cheek in a fit of rage. “You don't think, yeah! It's cheeks, not chicken.” Nayla protested, she throttled annoyed.
Fahad laughed to see it, “who said your cheek was a chicken? Your cheeks are mangroves that do not grow, even if they do not grow .. but for me still delicious, kok.”
A light blow Nayla landed right on her husband's right chest. “Bakpau does not grow. Why don't you guys just do it, huh?!” its spray.
Nayla finished helping Fahad get ready, she turned her body over . but her husband's hand was faster than her footsteps. Both of Fahad's hands locked onto his body, there was no distance between them. Without warning, Fahad took an old kiss from the lips of Nayla— enjoyed a breakfast menu that only— could haveand understandably they were a couple.
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Red Fort is the fourth tourist spot that can be visited if you come to New Delhi, India. Red Fort or Red Fort is also one of the historical buildings in New Delhi, India, which was built in 1638 by the Mughal emperor named Sultan Shah Jahan. The fort was built as a residence of the royal family and is also one of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites. Even so, this red fort is also a silent witness to the end of the Mughal Dynasty in India. The Mughal dynasty had been in power for three centuries. This fort is called Red Fort because it has a giant wall with red sandstone materializing covering all eight sides. The wall extends from the end of the city of Shah Janabad with an overall length of 2.5 km and a height that varies between 16 to 33 meters. This red fort is also a symbol of architectural brilliance and Mughal dynasty power. This building shows the work of high-level art relics of the Mughal empire.
This artwork that is a synthesis of Persian, European, and Indian artworks designed will amaze you when visiting New Delhi, India. The architectural style that was a combination of the three works of art by Mughal royal artists at that time was made into a new architectural style that was unique, rich in form, expression, and color. This style is known as Shah Jahani style. Tour to this fort seems to be more complete with the two main gates, namely Lahore Gate and Delhi Gate. Once visitors enter the Lahore Gate which is the main gate, Mina Bzaar will be found known as Chatta Chowk, a small market. Then there is also Naubat Khana, which is a music room that has four floors.
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