Love From Facebook

Chapter 90

Opening the door slowly, Fahad peeked over. He saw Nayla sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window. Fahad stepped in and closed the door. “Honey,” call him gently.

Nayla turned her head, she ran towards her husband, collapsing in his arms. “Fahad ..,” tears are not able to be weaved, longing and fear melted into one. “Why just came? Why are you long?”

“Honey, heyy!” Fahad was about to break his embrace, but Nayla hugged him very tightly. “I'm here, I'm coming.”

Nayla could only cry, her lips unable to say anything. She just wanted to cry, to cry in the warm embrace of her husband. He was so longed, Nayla inhaled deeply the scent of Fahad's body. For quite a while, there was only the sound of Nayla's sobs and hugs between them.

After his wife calmed down a bit, Fahad led Nayla to sit on the edge of the bed. He tidied some of Nayla's hair behind her ears. His hand wiped away his wife's tears, Fahad landing kisses on every inch of Nayla's face. “Sorry, I just arrived. You're all right, right?” Fahad took off the bag and coat that was still attached to his body and put it on the floor.

Nayla looked at her husband's bead, eager to tell him what was really going on. But, it feels impossible. “Iya.” Nayla nodded. However, her tears did not run out, still sliding down her cheeks.

“Honey, don't cry gini. I can't see you crying.” Fahad wipes back Nayla's tears, inserting his wife's body into his arms.

“Don't say anymore, shut up! I just want to hug you.” Nayla exclaims.

Longtime. Long enough Nayla was in his arms. His wife fell asleep tired of crying. Fahad raised Nayla's body slowly, laid her down and covered all her body with a blanket. Fahad was about to leave, but his hand was held by Nayla. His wife woke up, her eyes staring at him. “Where are you going?” Nayla asked.

Fahad shook his head, he sat back down. “You take a shower, darling. You want to come?”

Nayla gave a small laugh, she longed for the mischievous jolts from her husband. Nayla sat her body down, her hands touching Fahad's handsome face gently. Although her lips were smiling, the tears seemed ready to slide.

Fahad swiftly buried a kiss on Nayla's lips gently. After a while, Fahad ended his kiss .. he fused his forehead with Nayla's forehead. “Don't cry, I'm here. We will not be far away again.” Nayla's thin lips were like opium, Fahad kissed her again. His hands had already started to uncontrollably, his body was bristling. The kisses of the two demanded each other to ask for more and more.

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By late afternoon, Yumna, who had just come down from her room, headed for the kitchen and looked for her sister-in-law. He was so sure that Nayla was in the kitchen. However, neither Hannah nor Fatimah's mother answered him, but Aunt Farida answered the question. “From yesterday afternoon, her sister-in-law had her husband in the room. He doesn't allow Fahad to come out.”

“Kak Fahad is coming? When?” surprised Yumna. Not waiting for an answer, he immediately ran towards his sister's room. He knocks on the door and yells, calling Fahad and Nayla.

“Yumna!” Fahad clenched his teeth, he felt upset his sleep was disturbed by the voice of his sister. Wearing a sweatshirt not far from him, Fahad got out of bed to open the door before his brother yelled out.

“What's up, Yum—”

“Kakak!” Yumna hit Fahad's body, she hugged him tightly.

Nayla came out of the bathroom with slightly wet hair, smiling at her husband and sister-in-law hugging.

Initially, Fahad wanted to scold Yumna. But, as soon as his sister hugged him, his anger just disappeared. He returned Yumna's embrace, gently stroked her sister's hair and kissed the part of Yumna's head that he could reach. “You miss your sister?” tanyakanya.

Yumna nodded, still in her brother's arms. “Sister, would you like to pick up sister-in-law, yes?” tanyakanya.

“No, Yumna.” Nayla. She saw her husband and sister-in-law from the big glass of her dressing table. “Your sister is here for a long time, but sister may soon be back to Delhi.”

Fahad and Yumna take off each other's hugs, they both approach Nayla who is busy wearing skincare and body lotion. “What do you mean?” Fahad asked.

Nayla turned around, she shook her head as she brushed off her smile. “Nothing. You guys wait here, I grab tea first.” Nayla tied her hair, put on a hijab and walked out of the room.

Down the stairs, Nayla is surprised by the arrival of Aunt Farida who suddenly loosens a sentence that Nayla does not understand. “I mean, Aunty, what?” confused Nayla.

“Do not pretend to be plain. You have taken Fahad from his mother, from his family, and now you can freely live in this house without feeling guilty about your mother-in-law. Fahad just came, he used to spend time with Aminya. Now, he's leaning more towards you, Fahad forgot his Amminya!”

“Sister, Sister, hear Aunt Farida shout?” ask Yumna.

“Iya, but why is aunt screaming?” Fahad also asked. They heard her screams, but it was not very clear what Aunt Farida said. Fahad and Yumna decide to get out, seeing what is going on.

“What is this?” fahad asked, he was standing next to Nayla. “What's up, Bi?” he asked Aunt Farida.

“Nothing.” Nayla speaks to Fahad in Indonesian. “You've met Ammi?” he asks.

“Udah, I met Ammi. Why?” Fahad was getting confused.

“Better now you meet Ammi in her room, I made tea first for you.” Nayla leads Fahad to Ammi's room, Yumna trailing behind them.

Nayla goes to the kitchen. Hannah who had noticed everything earlier .. now she asked the new lady a question. “Why, Miss, don't you tell Mr Fahad everything, why hide what Aunt Farida said?”

Nayla smiled faintly, she shook her head. “I don't want any commotion in this house, Hannah. I hope, you also don't tell Fahad about Aunt Farida's attitude and words with me.”

Hannah did not think, why the nonanya was always able to smile .. as if nothing happened during her time in Srinagar. It was Hannah herself who wanted to tell Fahad everything. But, no. Nayla had already asked him not to say anything.

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Fahad knocks and opens the door to Ammi's room. He sees his mother crying, with fast steps Fahad and Yumna approach Ammi. “Ammi, why cry? Ammi, sick?” panic Fahad.

It was not Ammi who answered, but Aunt Farida. “This is all because of your wife,” she said full of emphasis and emotion. Fahad and Yumna compactly turned their heads towards aunt. “You forgot your Ammimu, Fahad, you just came home .. but you are more concerned with your wife than your mother.”

“Auntie, why talk like that?! Naturally, right, Brother Fahad nyari his wife, met his wife.” Yumna.

“You are getting bolder, Yumna, your sister-in-law's influence is indeed amazing. He can break the harmony of this family.”

“Bibi—”

Yumna was about to reply to her aunt again, but her hand had already been touched by Fahad. Yumna understood, her brother told her to shut up.

Fahad tightens his seat to Ammi, he grabs both of his hands. “Ammi, I'm sorry. I have no intention of lupain Ammi, but I—”

“All is clear, Fahad, you are indeed more concerned about your wife and forget about Ammi. You went to Indonesia without asking permission, you were there for a long time. Then in New Delhi, and now ... ever since your foot stepped into this house, you've been straight to Nayla and don't care about Ammi.”

Fahad stared at both of Ammi's beads deeply, he could see Ammi's pain. But what Ammi said was not true. He never forgot Ammi one bit, where maybe a son could forget his mother.

“Ammi, misunderstanding, I have no intention to stay away or forget the same, Ammi. Okay, I was wrong not to have much time, Ammi. But, it's not Nayla's fault, she doesn't know anything.” Fahad tried to understand. He was sure, Ammi could understand.

“Already, Brother, we better say everything. Let Fahad be able to set it up quickly.”

Fahad and Yumna turned back, looking at Aunt Farida full of question marks. “Means, Aunty?” ask Yumna.

“Fahad, you have to marry again.”

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