Love From Facebook

Chapter 9

At exactly seven in the night, Fahad picked up Nayla. He leaned back in the car while playing his phone—exchanged news with his two younger siblings.

“You are beautiful,” praise Fahad as Nayla walks towards him.

Nayla smiles, “aamiin, thanks.”

Nayla looks dazzling (in Fahad's eyes), she wears jeans and a tunic top with a line motif covering her tiny body. Added gray pasmina that makes it look more beautiful with her favorite peach color lipstick.

While Fahad, he wears a long-sleeved white shirt and in a pair of jeans. Fahad looks even more handsome by folding his shirt sleeves slightly up to the elbow. His smile, increased his good looks, (in Nayla's eyes).

Oh my God, how not to fall in love try? His smile, his attitude that sometimes makes me a little upset. But, I like it. Inner Nayla.

Nayla is confused as to what the relationship is between her and Fahad. A fella? It seems like more than that.

Couple lovers? It seems like yes, but in fact, there are no serious love words between the two of them, only Fahad always expressed his feelings, his love. Husband and wife candidates? Sure ain't.

“We go to cafe?” asked Fahad who had finished installing his self belt.

“Serah,” says Nayla.

“Why do all women always say ‘terasare’?” ask Fahad.

“All women? You mean?” look at Nayla who was glaring sharply at this man sitting beside her, behind the wheel.

Fahad looked at Nayla, he smiled then replied, “iya, all women. Each woman belongs to her own man. I only have one woman, who is staring intently at me right now.”

Nayla ended her gaze, she looked straight ahead, holding back her smile. “Udah, let's go.”

“Where?” ask Fahad.

“Terse—”

“Refer back,” Fahad. “Then, we go to pelaminan aja.” Fahad started the car.

Nayla turned, “ngapain to pelaminan?”

“Singing national anthem!” exciting Fahad. He drove his car away from Nayla's house.

Nayla lulled her lips, holding back the laughter of Fahad's words. “Kirain wants to marry,” murmured.

“Seriously? Yes, you have, ayok!” spirit Fahad.

Nayla did not answer Fahad's words, she clucked in annoyance and kept looking straight ahead. They decided to spend time at a cafe. After traveling for a few minutes, Fahad and Nayla have arrived at the cafe with a semi-outdoor feel.

Both were the highlight of all the cafe visitors. Ever since getting out of the car, Fahad forced to hold Nayla's hand. Nayla tried to refuse, she tried many times to take off Fahad's grip, but the man actually grasped it tighter and said, “I just hold the hand, not the other. Let them know that you are mine.” Fahad said firmly.

Nayla. With a sullen face, he kept walking in Fahad's footsteps, taking him to the cafe.

The two sit side by side. The table they occupied was not far from the music stage which was featuring live acoustic music in the cafe.

A waiter brought two drinks they ordered, complete with a small plate of snacks.

“Honey, wait a minute here,” says Fahad. Without waiting for an answer from Nayla, he stood up and walked towards the stage.

“You what?” nayla asks herself after seeing Fahad asking for a guitar from one of the music players.

“Hai everyone, introduce my name Fahad and I am from India. I'm standing here because I want to sing a song for the woman I love, Nayla Anjani. I don't know if you all like and understand Hindi songs or not.” Fahad paused for his words, staring at Nayla while brushing his smile.

Nayla was silent, she looked at Fahad with a confused and embarrassed look. All eyes are now on him.

“I will sing an Indian song called Soch Na Sake. Which has meaning, never imagined,” continued Fahad.

Luckily, one of the performers was willing to translate to Indonesian what Fahad said. Visitors applauded Fahad's bravery.

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Tenu itna play pyaar karaan

Ek pal vich sau baar

Tu jaave je mainu chhad

Maut da intezaar karaan

Ke tere liye duniya chhod di hai

Hujhpe hi saans aake

Tujhko kitna chahta hoon

Ye tu kabhi soch and sake (2X)

Kuch bhi nahi hai ye

Tu hai toh hai isism zindagi

Kuch bhi nahi hai ye

Tu hai toh hai isism zindagi

Ab mujhko jaana hai kahaan

To tu hi safar hai end

Tere bina jeena mumkin

Na dena kabhi mujhko tu faasley

Tujhko kitna chahti hoon

Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

Tere liye duniya chhod

Hujhpe hi saans aake

Tujhko kitna chahta hoon

Ye tu kabhi soch na sake

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I love you so much

If you leave me and leave

I will only wait for my death

For you I have left the world

My breath stopped at you

I love you so much

You can't even imagine how much (2X)

This world is priceless

The only life here is you

This world is priceless

The only life here is you

Living life is impossible without you

Never part from me

I love you so much

We can't even imagine

For you I have left the world

My breath stopped at you

I love you so much

You can't even imagine

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Everyone applauded after Fahad finished singing. Nayla, still silent looking at Fahad, was fascinated by the man's voice. This is the first time Nayla has heard Fahad sing.

Fahad is still on stage, he thanked me. Nayla saw several people who were looking at their phones. Without Nayla knowing, it turns out they are reading the meaning of the song.

“Nayla, I love you,” said Fahad before stepping off the stage, and again everyone clapped to see Fahad and Nayla with amazed eyes.

Nayla smiled at Fahad, wanting him to return the expression Fahad love.

“Thank you,” is all Nayla can say.

Fahad smiled, his hands gently touching the tip of Nayla's head. This time, Nayla could not help but touch it, her body warmed when Fahad touched her head wrapped in hijab.

“No need to reply to my song?” ask Fahad.

“I can't sing, Fahad.”

“Masa? I love singing the song Atif Aslam.”

Nayla turned her head, surprised that Fahad found out he liked to sing the song Atif Aslam, one of the Pakistani singers who also often fill the soundtrack of Bollywood—Indian films.

“Hah? Which song?” ask Nayla.

“That, the soundtrack of the film Shruthi Hasan with Girish Kumar. Is that the title? Forgot me.”

Nayla shrugged her shoulders, a sign that she did not know the title of the film that Fahad was referring to.

“Pura-pretend not to know,” says Fahad. “It, whose dialogue is gini.” Fahad tilted his body slightly, facing Nayla. “Something, something.”

“Nothing!” nayla Tuas.

“Well, the. Title—”

“Ramaiya Vastavaiya,” again, Nayla asked Fahad.

“Well, the. You like singing Jeene Laga Hoon songs, right?”

“Know where you are?” ask Nayla.

“From Andi. He said, ears until hot hear you sing the song continues.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. “Andi says what is the same to you? Feelings, you never chat with Andi.”

“What's the point of me having Andi's phone number, if I don't benefit from asking about you,” Fahad said.

“Sucks!” nayla Gerrick.

Fahad smiled, those warm gazes also locked onto Nayla—'s eyes when they were on one straight line. Nayla who pursed her lips, (upset on Andi) was instantly erased by a smile transmitted by Fahad.

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Title track: Sock and Sake.

Movie : Airlift

Singer: Amaal Malik, Arijit Singh and Tulsi Kumar

Lyrics: The Kumar

Music: Amaal Malik's

T - Series India

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