Love From Facebook

Chapter 87

Nayla was standing behind the window of the room, looking at the beauty of Srinagar at night. It was only one day, but he had to experience a situation that was really unexpected. Nayla assures herself, one day ... Aunt Farida will definitely change, as time goes by, aunty will get to know her even better. Even with Ammi, Ammi is the only parent she has now. As much as possible he will obey whatever Ammi says as long as he can. However, the accusation from his mother-in-law about him seizing Fahad is not true. He didn't want to do that, didn't want to and never will.

The sound of the phone ringing is heard, the name Fahad is listed there. Nayla immediately received the call. Her husband sounded a little angry, because since this afternoon Nayla ignored all the messages and calls from him.

“Not that, Fahad, my phone was in the room and I was under the same Hannah.” Nayla explained. She apologized for making her husband worried.

I'm sorry too, I'm angry with you. Tomorrow, don't leave the phone in the room, carry it on, honey, let me not worry.

Nayla loved it, she would always carry her phone with her wherever and wherever she went. “If I go to the bathroom I do not take it, youh!” Nayla.

Across the street, Fahad laughed at her. He really misses his wife. He wanted to bite his cheek and also pull his nose with anxiety. The chair of work still held him for a while, Fahad said in his heart .. Once he met his wife again, he would crouch and bite Nayla's cheek very hard. So that his wife would get angry and throw a punch in his chest.

Another call went to Nayla's phone, Andi. “Fahad, Andi calling. Can I lift?” ask her gently.

Fahad loved, it was long enough that he and Nayla exchanged votes. Fahad again reminded that his wife always brought her mobile phone anywhere.

Stop, now Nayla calls her sister. It didn't take long, Andi immediately received his call. Andi's voice sounded slightly changed, Nayla was able to catch that her sister was not feeling well. He was scolded by Fahad. Now, he's the one who scolded his sister.

“You moved to the house of Mas Arif aja, Andi, if in your own home you certainly do not keep your diet, sleep malem continue.”

Andi denies. When it comes to eating, it is never too late. But, for a night's sleep .. he admitted it. But, not too lazy either, Ma'am. Malem is also at one o'clock. Andi defended herself.

Nayla scolded Andi again, at one hour it was morning, not night. Not to mention his sister had to go to college in the morning. Nayla wanted to hit her sister. “You don't have to work, ah! So it hurts gini you.”

Uluhh, uluhh, Ma'am Nayla is worried about Andi. Lovely ....

Nayla laughs at him, the burden of her heart about Ammi's change of attitude is slightly forgotten after her husband and sister call. No time has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening Indian time. Before ending the call, Nayla again advised Andi to always take care of her health. The distance that stretched between them was now quite far, Nayla could not come just on foot.

Ma'am, too, yeah. Do not forget to take care of your health. Good at home in-laws, if the in-laws are evil .. tell Andi, Andi will hit him.

“Yes, in-laws are good, really. Very good.” Nayla was honest. Ammi was nice, but somehow today her in-laws say things that make her confused. But no, he won't tell anyone. Enough God knows.

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Nayla opened her eyes slowly, her writhing body stretching out her stiff muscles. Nayla immediately sat down, she was about to go to the bathroom, but the sound of a cell phone ringing undoes her intention. Fahad called him, video call. With a smile, Nayla immediately received the call.

God, wake up my wife is still beautiful. Her hair was dressed in all sorts of pieces again, so she wanted to crawl.

Nayla gave a small laugh, she shook her head slowly at her husband's words. “You really want to jump? Wicked ..”

*Ja*it's just malem, we're at war, huh. Fahad smiled at his smile. Not wanting to hold his wife for longer so that Nayla could immediately perform dawn prayers, Fahad ended his call. He said he'd call in the afternoon.

Just like yesterday, Nayla chose to help Hannah and Fatimah's mother in the kitchen. Outside the snow is falling quite heavily, Hannah said that Yumna lecture was closed. I don't know when the snow will stop.

“Nona, better in the room only, here it is very cold.” Hannah.

On the sidelines of their busy cooking, Nayla, Hannah and Ms. Fatimah exchanged customs and traditions of India—Indonesia. The three of them looked very familiar. Hannah and Fatimah's mother love Nayla's friendly personality and accept everything she hears and sees. Do not compare the customs of Indians and Indonesians, because everyone and every country must have advantages and disadvantages.

Yumna followed Nayla into the kitchen, before she had come to her sister-in-law's room to take her down together. However, it turns out that he was late, his brother-in-law had gone down first and had been since. The breakfast menu is ripe, Nayla helps Hannah set the dining table.

“Yumna, can you please call aunty? I'd like to call Ammi.”

Yumna nodded, taking orders from her sister-in-law. He was very lazy to call Aunt Farida. His aunt's words to Nayla still imprint on Yumna's heart, she still does not accept.

Nayla knocked on the door, she called her mother-in-law, saying that breakfast was ready. The door of Ammi's room opened, her mother-in-law smiled at her.

“You can already cook Kashmiri food?” ask Ammi while taking Nayla walk together towards the dining table.

“Not yet, Ammi, Nayla is still studying with Hannah and Mother Fatimah.”

Ammi nodded, she gently touched the back of her daughter-in-law's hand. “You can definitely learn fast, Ammi know it.”

Nayla looks at Ammi's face, her mother-in-law is very kind. Nayla knows that. Helping Ammi sit in the main seat, Nayla poured warm tea for her mother-in-law. Aunt Farida came, she was sitting on the right side seat of Ammi. Just like yesterday, he took over the teapot from Nayla's hands. Learning from what he had received yesterday, Nayla tried not to respond to Aunt Farida's attitude meaningfully—so that her heart also did not feel pain. Sick or not, Nayla herself can decide. And Nayla decided not to be hurt.

Nayla presents a glass of milk to Yumna, but her sister-in-law says she does not want to drink milk. “Now drink milk first, yes, drink the tea later in the afternoon just like brother.” Nayla gave the milk to Yumna.

Yumna accepted it while she brushed off her smile, “thank you, Kak.”

Aunt Farida glanced cynically at Nayla. “A dare to rule. Yumna wants some tea, why are you banning her?!” he said with great emphasis.

Nayla was again surprised by the attitude and also the words of Aunt Farida. He tried as calmly as he could, but the look in his eyes could not lie to Yumna. His sister-in-law understood.

“Auntie, don't talk that way. She's my sister-in-law, she has the right to say what I can and can't drink. Why, Aunty, the—”

“See, Brother, your daughter dares to fight an older person. All this because of this woman!” his eyes were glaring sharply at Nayla.

“Bibi—”

“Yumna!” ammi Tukas.

“Ammi, but aunt outrageous, dia—”

“Yumna!” Ammi is back. He ordered everyone to be quiet and enjoy breakfast in peace. He told Nayla to sit down and have breakfast together.

Hannah's delicious cooking tasted bland on Nayla's tongue. Never swallow, to chew it feels like he can't. His tongue feels ugly. Nayla wanted to go and go into the room, but she couldn't do that. It would be rude to leave the dining table while Ammi and Aunt Farida are there.

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