Love From Facebook

Chapter 91

“What?!” surprised Yumna. “Auntie, what talk? Why did Fahad have to marry again?!” he doesn't accept. How could Aunt Farida so easily say that her sister should marry again.

Fahad looked at Ammi. Surprised? For sure. He is silent, trying to find the answer from Ammi's eyes.

“Wait!” Yumna remembered something. “Yesterday my sister-in-law hung herself in the room, her eyes were puffy, her face pale. So, it's all because of this news?” he asked Ammi and Aunt Farida, but neither answered any of the questions Yumna asked. “Kak Fahad?”

Fahad raised his hand, gesturing for Yumna to shut up. “Ammi, is all this true? Ammi, want Fahad to get married again?” she asked gently, trying not to hurt her mother.

Ammi nods, telling Fahad to remarry for the sake of their descent. It would be better if the descendants of Fahad were born from a mother who is also the same nationality as them. Ammi added that she did not want to see Fahad and Nayla divorced. Nayla will stay in Indonesia, while second wife Fahad will stay in Kashmir with her— as the oldest daughter-in-law in their home. Also, Ammi said she was disappointed after her son married Nayla. According to Ammi, Fahad changed ...His son no longer asked him for permission. All decisions are made by him. “You went to Indonesia without telling Ammi, back to India is also not here to meet Ammi. You changed, Son.” Ammi.

Fahad sighed deeply, he looked down confused. How to give understanding to Ammi about the reasons that made him suddenly go to Indonesia without asking his permission first. Nayla .. his wife had asked him to promise not to say anything about the accident that took their first child. His wife does not want to make Ammi feel sad, it is enough with the departure of Aadil, now.

“Why, Ammi, think like that? Nothing has changed, everything remains the same. Fahad apologizes, Ammi, if there has been less than Fahad. But none of that has anything to do with Nayla. She's not—”

“Which is clear, you still have to marry again, Fahad.” Aunt Farida makes a sound.

Yumna turned her head, glaring sharply at Aunt Farida who was standing behind her. “Aibi, can't make Kak Fahad. Fahad has a wife, why marry again?”

Fahad stood up, “I can't.” He left the room .. walked with quick steps towards his room. Nayla who saw him soon followed her husband with a cup of tea on a tray that he brought.

Nayla puts the tray on the table, she sees Fahad coming into the bathroom. Preparing her husband's change of clothes, after which Nayla chose to clean her bed.

Fahad came out of the bathroom bare-chested, cold air no longer he cared. Looking at his wife, the corner of his heart felt sore. He approached Nayla, grabbed her wrist and invited her to sit on the bed. Nayla, who saw her husband bare-chested, immediately picked up a white kurta and a knit sweater. “Cold, Fahad, later you get sick.” Nayla.

Fahad's done wearing clothes, though, he was still busy watching Nayla who just kept walking around here and there— took out the contents of the backpack containing the laptop and its equipment and also a thick jacket—ia put it where it should be. Finished, Nayla now approached Fahad with a cup of tea in her hand. “This, drink first.” Fahad did not receive the tea, he still looked at the sad face of his wife. Nayla gave up, she put the cup on the nightstand.

“You till when you shut up like this? Pretend you don't know anything, and now I'm the bego guy here.”

Nayla frowned, confused by her husband's words. “What do you mean, anyway? How about a bego?”

“On Ammi who told me to marry again.” Fahad said with great emphasis. “When do you know all this?”

Nayla ends her eyes locked by her husband's pair of eyes. He looked down, his fingers squeezing each other. “Burn. I accidentally heard Ammi dana aunty talking about your wedding.”

“Shit!” Fahad stood up, he scooped his face rough. His breathless roar, Fahad was eager to destroy whatever was in front of him. “Why don't you talk to me? I just came and had to go through all of this. Sick, honey, my heart hurts!”

Nayla stood up, not wanting her husband to see her tears falling. However, Fahad quickly pulled on his wrist, sinking into it in his warm atmosphere. “Don't face all this alone, we should always be both ... until whenever you're my wife.”

The river of tears was no longer able to Nayla weir, spill all the disappointment that he pendam. Crying, Nayla holds her husband's body tight. “Don't shut up, honey, you can be angry, can be really. You have a right. I want to talk to Ammi again.” Fahad breaks his embrace, he wants to get out of the room to meet Ammi, but Nayla immediately holds him back. His wife shook her head with tears still flowing. “I can not be silent like this, I have to talk to Ammi,” said Fahad.

“Don't now, Fahad, the time isn't right.” Nayla. Fahad wanted to say the reason for going to Indonesia some time ago to Ammi, yes.

“You promised me you wouldn't say anything to Ammi. And, that promise still stands, Fahad, don't tell Ammi. Don't.”

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Everyone was sitting at the table, Nayla with the help of Hannah. Fahad's eyes could not be separated from Nayla, his wife was not angry with him. And, the more it made her feel guilty, the better if Nayla scolded her .. cursing, or even hitting, she would not mind.

After getting the food on her husband's plate, Nayla returns to the kitchen with Hannah. However, Fahad called him— asking him to sit down together. Fahad started spooning food into his mouth, as well as the others.

“Fahad, have you decided?” ask Aunt Farida.

“Don't discuss anything at the dinner table, Bi,” Fahad said without looking at his aunt.

Aunt Farida spoke again, her aunt wanted Fahad to make a decision right now. Fahad dropped the spoon, making a loud noise on his plate. “Bi, I said don't discuss anything at the dinner table!” he said it was full of emphasis.

“Fahad, but—”

Now not Fahad dropped the spoon, but Yumna. He felt annoyed at Aunt Farida, “why should Kak Fahad marry again? Why not, Auntie, aja?” yumna spray.

Fahad looked towards Nayla who was looking down. Ammi scolds Yumna, asking that her daughter speak more politely to her Aunt Farida. “Why, Ammi? I'm not wrong, am I saying kayak gini? In fact, Kak Fahad is married, so better aunt who married again.”

Fahad stood up, he left the dining table and went back to the room and followed by Yumna later. All went one by one, Nayla who cleaned the dining table with the help of Hannah.

“Nona, haven't spoken to young master? About Aunt Farida's attitude and speech?” Hannah asked.

Nayla who was busy wiping the dining table turned her head and smiled at Hannah. “No, Hannah, Fahad are already quite dizzy with all her work. Plus ...,” Nayla was silent for a moment, she sighed heavily. “You know yourself, Hannah, this surprises everyone.”

“Nona, don't go. Stay by Mr. Fahad's side, don't let him come back like he used to.”

Nayla could only nod in resignation. Excuse me for going upstairs after getting food for her husband— with a tray with a plate of food, and a glass of water. Making the door, she found her husband sitting on the sofa. “You haven't eaten, now eat this first, yes. I'm going to take food to Yumna.”'s room Putting it on the table, Nayla turned around.

“Come, we return to Delhi.” Fahad. Forcing Nayla to stop and turn to look at him.

“You just came, Fahad, why rush back?” Nayla asked, she sat her body next to Fahad.

“I don't want to hear anything else, Ammi same aunt must still discuss about it.”

“Go from here is not a solution, Fahad, which there is everything more complicated.” Nayla.

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Fahad sighs in frustration, he still forces to return to New Delhi tomorrow. But still ... Nayla refused. It was enough what Ammi and auntie expected, Nayla did not want everything to get worse.

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