Love From Facebook
Chapter 89
The sun began to fall, the moon was preparing to replace its rays. This day, Nayla remained in her room. A video call from Andi he did not receive, Nayla replied with a message—that she was busy with her mother-in-law. Even with a video call from Fahad, Nayla said the same reason.
On the eve of dinner, Nayla goes downstairs, helping Hannah and Fatimah's mother as usual. The questions asked by the two were answered casually by Nayla. He smiled, showing that he was okay.
Yumna shouted to her name, she descended the stairs in haste as soon as her call got validated. “Sister-in-law, from morning do not open the door of the room, I call nyahut. Sister-in-law, no why, right?” Yumna.
Nayla nods, “tadi brother is just dizzy again, this is also healed, it has come down.” Gently touched the arm of his sister-in-law. Nayla continues to help Hannah. Now, he is quite adept at cooking Indian food. Especially chicken, yes .. Chicken is her husband's favorite food. So Hannah taught him more about chicken.
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At the office, Fahad sat with his hands busy texting his wife. He felt something strange. Since morning, his wife did not receive his video call, even to reply to a message Nayla did it long enough, about 10 or 30 minutes later.
He wanted to call home, because it was useless if he called Yumna. Fahad knows, his sister must be according to whatever Nayla says. There's an incoming call from Andi. Just like her, Andi also felt that there was something strange about Nayla.
If just a video call isn't lifted, yeah, okay. But this voice call is also not accepted by Nayla. I'm concerned.
“Iya, Andi, my phone was not picked up either. I'll try calling home first, I'll let you know. And tomorrow I go to Kashmir. Don't worry.” Fahad did not deny, he who was still one country was worried, especially Andi.
Fahad calls home, hoping it's not Ammi, Yumna, or Nayla who picks him up. And, lucky ... Hannah received her call. The question he asked about how Nayla was doing. Fahad can hear from Hannah's voice, his house assistant hesitating to say something. “What Aunt Farida said something?” ask Fahad. He knew Aunt Farida was at his house from Yumna, on the first day Nayla came.
“This, sir, from the morning Miss Nayla did not leave the room. This morning when I delivered tea to his room, his eyes were as moist as crying, his face was also pale.” Hannah cannot hide the circumstances of Nayla and her husband. He'll feel guilty if he doesn't tell Fahad. “If about Aunt Farida. Better, sir, ask yourself Miss Nayla,” she added.
Before ending his call, Fahad told Hannah not to tell anyone she had called. “Turn me to Kashmir, Hannah, don't tell the same people home.”
Hannah felt relieved that her young master was going to Srinagar, Kashmir. He could no longer bear to hear Aunt Farida's insults to Nayla. Everything Nayla does is always a subject of contempt. Hannah looked at the young lady with a pushy look, smiling .. laughed, comforted the others, whereas in the house the most destroyed was Nayla herself.
Fahad immediately booked a ticket for his flight tomorrow, he had to see his wife immediately. Fahad told Andi that he would leave for Kashmir tomorrow.
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At dinner, Aunt Farida again floated her insults to Nayla. Ammi had tried to mediate, but his sister still did not stop talking, always cornered Nayla with the title of foreign woman— who would not know the customs of their family and country.
Nayla chose not to eat, she passed away going outside the house. The air was cold, but it was better than hearing Aunt Farida's insults. Before long, Yumna caught up with him. “Sister-in-law, wear this coat. If you only wear the sweater later, Brother-in-law, can hurt because of cold.”
Nayla received the coat, put it on and said thank you to her sister-in-law. “Sister-in-law, can something result?” Yumna reopened her voice. “We sit there?” he pointed to a saung located in the garden next to the house. Yumna took Nayla by the hand, asking her to walk together towards the saung.
“Sister-in-law, it's most beautiful to wear hijab.” Yumna. “Oh, yes, at home, Sister-in-law, wear hijab continuously. In Indonesia is it?” tanyakanya.
Nayla shook her head, “ in Indonesia I only live with Andi, so do not wear hijab. Unless there is a guest or courier package, you wear hijab first before going out.”
Yumna nodded in understanding. “Sister-in-law, I want to ask you something more serious.”
Before Yumna asked her question, Hannah came to them with two cups of tea and a snack on the tray. Yumna, who asked to be brought tea, promised her sister-in-law that she would drink tea with her. “Sorry, Yumna, yesterday brother forgot,” said Nayla.
After Hannah left there, Yumna resumed her question. He really wants to know the habits of his brother—Fahad— after marriage, whether his brother still likes to be angry about small things or not.
“The name of the nature certainly can not be changed, Yumna, if reduced may be able to. And, Fahad was now much more able to resist anger. That's Yasmin said, hell.” Nayla answered. “As far as you know, Fahad never gets angry for no reason. For example, yesterday he was angry with Yasmin because he came home from the office he stopped by other places and did not pay attention to your brother.” Nayla explained.
“You too, right?” chirps Nayla.
Yumna laughed, she hugged her sister-in-law's body from the side. Feeling lucky, now he has a sister to talk to, more precisely. In contrast to Yasmin, her brother who was one likes to invite her to fight. Not every day indeed, only when they are caught by Fahad if they lie.
“Sister-in-law, thank you for being my sister-in-law. I beg you, don't stay, Brother Fahad, I don't want him back like he used to be. Me and the others are already quite happy with Brother Fahad who is now.” Yumna pleaded sincerely, visible from the look in her eyes.
I've never left Fahad, Yumna, but it seems ... Fahad is going to leave me.
Nayla smiled bitterly, she did not reply to the words of her sister-in-law. He just clasped Yumna's hand and listened tight.
“Sister-in-law, tonight I sleep in your room, may?”
Nayla nods, “of course you can, Yumna. Do you like Korean dramas? We'll watch it together.”
“Like, Brother, but later use English subtitles, yes?” ask Yumna.
Nayla gets up, “kakak is tired every day talking English, Yumna. It's a drama, time to want English subtitles again. Use subtitles Indonesia aja.” Carrying a tray in her hand, Nayla walked into the house and followed by Yumna who protested to her.
“Sister-in-law, English subtitle! Anyway English!”
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His heart was flowery, longing that for one week he could bear .. he would soon overflow when his wife was in sight. With a backpack, a warm coat, and a bucket of flowers in his hand, Fahad steps in with certainty to enter the house full of memories of his childhood.
Ammi and Aunt Farida are seen sitting together, they are both shocked when Fahad says his greetings. “Fahad, my son.” Ammi stood up, she hugged the son she missed so much.
“How are you, Ammi? Fahad kangen with Ammi.” Fahad also returned the embrace of his mother, he kissed the woman who always gave all the love and affection to him.
“Good, Son, Ammi good.”
Fahad turned to greet Aunt Farida, he also landed his embrace. “Aibi has been here a long time. When, Auntie, home?”
Ammi patted her son's back, reminding him to speak more politely to older people.
“I'm just kidding, Ammi, kidding. Sorry, Bi.” Fahad hugged Aunt Farida again as his apology.
Fahad circulated his gaze, he looked for the female figure of the occupant of his heart and mind. He already misses him a lot, Fahad wants to meet soon. “Ammi, my wife where?” tanyakanya.
“She's in the room, Nak.” Ammi answers. If you'll excuse me, he climbed the stairs to his room.
Ammi and Aunt Farida looked at Fahad's body further away. “Look, brother, your son has forgotten you. He just came, instead of spending time with Aminya, but he was busy looking for his wife.” Aunt Farida said with great emphasis.
The corner of Ammi's heart felt pain, yes ..it was true, he wanted to spend more time with his son. For so long he did not mingle with the only son he had.
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