Love From Facebook

Chapter 85

On the way, his gaze was straight ahead. Nayla was silent, she did not respond to anything her husband was talking about. The words of the toddler's mother were still clearly ringing in his ears.

Wh why? Why am I not pregnant anymore? Long time ago. Am I not able to have any more children? Nayla asked herself.

Every now and then, Fahad turned his head towards Nayla, watching his wife who had since returned from the mall look very moody. The joke he made was not answered by Nayla. Arriving at the apartment parking lot, his wife walks ahead of him. Fahad tries hard to remember something, maybe unconsciously he hurt Nayla. But, no. he did not do anything that made his wife angry or upset.

Yasmin opened the door after hearing the sound of the bell several times. “Sister-in-law?” call him. But Nayla just smiled without saying a word. Fahad and Yasmin looked at Nayla who entered the room. “What's with sister-in-law?” yasmin asked her sister.

Fahad puts his shoulders, “kakak is also confused, it was fitting shopping he was fine. We eat, it's done there are toddlers ..”

“What's it?” ask Yasmin.

Fahad realized something, he knew what made his wife moody. “No idea, he must be very sad.” Following Nayla into the room without saying anything to Yasmin. Fahad closes the door slowly, putting groceries on the sofa and overtaking Nayla on the bed.

He uncovers the blanket covering Nayla's body, his eyes looking at the crying wife. “Sini, I know you are sad because of what.” Fahad pulled Nayla's body and held her tight, he gave a short kiss on the woman's forehead that was getting crying. “Mom's words earlier don't be too thoughtful, Darling, I'm not—”

“What if I can't get pregnant again?” nayla said, she pulled her body. Staring at the two man's eye beads that he believes strongly expect a descendant from his womb.

Fahad shook his head, his hands cupped both sides of Nayla's face. “Nobody said you can't get pregnant anymore, honey. Be assured of God, God must love us children.”

“If it turns out I'm not pregnant, how? You left me? Or you—”

“Sayang.” Fahad clutches Nayla's body again, sinking her face into her chest. “Will it be worship, marry it to add offspring. Even if we don't have children, I won't leave you .. You're still my wife.” Fahad said definitely. Whatever Nayla's circumstances, she will remain by her side, holding her hand and always there for Nayla.

Fahad unraveled his embrace, removing the hijab that still covered his wife's head. “Now prayers, yuk? After that sleep, tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning you have to leave for Kashmir. What is a justification? Depart later with me.”

Nayla shakes her head, “don't, how will Ammi?”

Fahad wiped away the rest of Nayla's tears, he kissed both of her eyes. “Don't think I'm going, have a child or not .. You're still my wife.”

Performing prayers together, Nayla's heart was now calm. He gave everything to the creator. As a man, he will keep trying and praying, God will decide everything. Even with his household, he resigned. Together or not, God knows what is best.

After the prayer, Nayla Maish alone looks moody. Fahad racked his brain, looking for a way for his wife to smile again, or get angry at him. “Darling, you know what? I used to love drinking?” asked Fahad, he laid his body on Nayla's left side.

“Everyone likes to drink, Fahad. If not drinking can dehydrate.”

Fahad was upset, that's not what he meant. “Not that, I used to drink alcohol, you know. You don't know, do you?”

Sontak Nayla also looked at him with a look of horror. “Why do you drink? How, not being honest with me?” cercan.

“Well, this is me being honest, I'm talking to you. Here, deketan, I tell you why I used to like drinking alcohol.” Fahad pulls Nayla's body into his arms. He also began to tell the story of what made him drink the illicit drink. It all started after the divorce. All that he did just for the impingement, Fahad really felt frustrated. Losing Aadil is one of the reasons, but what makes him even more devastated is his love. Yes, a growing love for his former wife, his mother Aadil. Disappointed, because the wife he loved turned out to easily destroy trust. Also, his ex-wife was too dismissive of what had happened.

“Where do you drink?” ask Nayla.

“Di Delhi, Darling.”

Nayla asked again, as often as if her husband had gone to drink alcohol. Fahad replied, as he remembered. “That's it, I know you. Yeah, I've stayed in that drink.”

Fahad nodded, assuring his wife that he would never touch the drink again. It is enough, he will not repeat the sin again.

“Awas only if you drink again. I don't want—”

“If you want, right?” fahad's hands began to take off Nayla's pajama buttons, his smile full of cravings. “Tomorrow you have left, so ..” It didn't take much longer, but Fahad started demanding and giving. Cold nights support their activities. Silent, silent, yet passionate. The sweaty body was already coiled under the blanket, Fahad made his arms as a cushion for Nayla. His eyes went down the tired face of the wife who always gave— whatever she needed and she asked for. Kissing his old wife's forehead, Fahad closes his eyes and sets sail for a beautiful dream island.

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Sitting together in a waiting chair, with hands always clutching each other. Fahad could not bear to let his wife go to Srinagar alone. Since this morning, his heart had been feeling very uneasy. He continued to look at Nayla's face, his lips ceaselessly convincing his wife not to be afraid if she met Ammi. He tried to catch up as soon as possible.

“Honey, I'll let you know if you need to arrive. Yumna same Uncle Abdul who picked you up at the airport. You be careful, yes.” Fahad kissed the back of Nayla's hand.

“Yes, you don't eat late, huh? Don't get mad at Yasmin keep.”

Fahad chuckled, not wanting him to scold Yasmin. However, his sister really likes to be scolded. But anyway ... Fahad loved Yasmin. That was why he was always possessive and scolded his sister if he went and did anything without her knowledge.

It was time for Nayla to come in, she kissed the back of her husband's hand. Fahad quickly clutches Nayla's body, very tightly. His anxiety seemed to want to force cancel the departure of the Nayla to Srinagar.

“Udah, ah, you seen people.” Nayla tries to take off her hug, but Fahad hugs her even stronger. “Fahad, I just went to Srinagar, not anywhere.” Patting her husband's back.

Fahad broke his embrace. He pulled Nayla's little nose in a fit of rage. “Do not be there, do not leave the house alone, and ... tidakin I continue.”

Nayla is scared, she won't dare to go out alone. Also, wait ... naughty? “I'm naughty how? There's you, no, don't be naughty. Spang-about wife again no, you can ngelakuin—”

“By the way again, I'm silenced by mouth too, loh!” threatening Fahad, he was ready to land a kiss on his wife's lips.

Waving his hands, throwing a smile, Fahad noticed Nayla's body growing further and further away from him. He prayed, may Nayla feel comfortable and safe there. His anxiety greatly made him restless. It was as if something was going to happen to his wife. Fahad scooped a rough face with both hands, he went from the airport to his office. Start the work again.

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The cold air started to puncture the bone, Nayla exited the airport area. Yumna's smile greeted her, her sister-in-law waved her hands in a frenzy. Keep shouting his name, making some people turn to the direction where the source of the sound came from.

“Sister-in-law!” Yumna hugged Nayla, “I can hug, Sister-in-law, I can show off with Sister Yasmin.”

While in New Delhi, Yasmin shows off her excitement with Nayla to Yumna. Makes little heart Yumna jealous. However, it's okay ..Nayla is now with her, now she will show off her together with Nayla to Yasmin.

Uncle Abdul helps Nayla put the suitcase into the trunk, greets the new miss and opens the car door for Fahad's wife.

Arriving home, Nayla sets foot for the first time as a daughter-in-law. His heart was racing, yet somehow his heart felt a little hollow. On the terrace, there was no Ammi who greeted him with a warm smile like before. Nayla tried to get rid of various strange questions in her mind.

Ammi may be taking a break. Nayla convinced herself.

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