Love From Facebook

Chapter 92

Fahad continued to force, even he had opened a suitcase to put all his wife's clothes. He was tired of hearing about marriage. Until whenever Fahad will not marry again. His wife is just Nayla ... Nayla. He always obeyed all the requests of Ammi, obedient to the woman who gave birth and raised him lovingly. However, for this one, Fahad will not obey. A very unreasonable thing for him to do.

“If you don't have a wife, you can marry again.”

Fahad turned his head, he dropped the suitcase in his hand and approached Nayla who was still sitting on the sofa. “Means?”

Nayla took a deep breath you exhaled it violently. “If you become a widower, you will not be this difficult to determine marriage. So, you can give talak—”

“Nayla!” Fahad shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “Don't be crazy! Until whenever I won't still talk to you. I don't want to marry again.”

Nayla looked at Fahad, her own eyes beginning to creek. “That's impossible, Fahad, you're definitely getting married again. With or without me.” Falling in tears, ”you never refused Ammi's request and order, I know that. I don't want to tell you to choose between me or Ammi, because we're not to be chosen, Fahad. So, please ... loose me, don't make this more complicated.”

“Pagal!!” Fahad's furious. He will not divorce Nayla. Until anytime. “I've gone this far, I don't want to let go of you. Never bring up a divorce issue again!” he is full of emphasis.

“Don't be selfish, Fahad. Tomorrow, I go back to Delhi .. I go back to Indonesia. I'm handling the divorce, you just wait for the letter to come out.” Nayla stood up, she went into the bathroom. Locking the door, his legs felt limp. He collapsed on the floor, crying .. regretting what he said. His heart refused, but somehow his lips said a terrible thing that—divorce.

Fahad knocked on the bathroom door, many times he called his wife, but the door still did not open. “Darling, sorry I. I beg you to open the door.” Fahad was about to give up, he could hear the roaring cries of his wife.

Now Nayla realized, she should not water the love that grew in her heart. The more he loves, the more pain he feels. Love is like a mistake that needs to end. Nayla is just a human being, she can't share a husband. No matter how hard he tried to accept the situation, in the end .. His heart could never be patient and sincere for various husbands with other men. It was better to retreat, that was what Nayla was thinking now.

“Honey, I count to five. If you don't open it, I break the door. One ... two .. four—”

The door opened, his wife came out and tied her hair. “You forgot number three,” he said, he walked past Fahad.

“Yes, on purpose.” Fahad. He pulled Nayla's hair and then pulled her wrist to collapse in his arms. “Don't go, stay by my side. We fought together,” he said gently.

Nayla nodded, her heart saying yes. The logic refused. Nothing will change, Ammi and Aunt Farida will still be planning a second wedding for Fahad. Nayla also knows, until anytime ... Aunt Farida still won't like it. Therefore, Nayla did not want to impress Aunt Farida with what she did. Let him be hated, rather than having to pretend to be nice or show anything to be liked by others—Nayla wants people to like him for who he is.

His finger traced Nayla's face, he looked on with pity. The woman he loves must accept everything. Really, Fahad had no intention of hurting him in the slightest. However, Ammi forces him to remarry— on the grounds that Nayla will not be able to take care of the family because his wife is a foreign citizen. Why is that a problem now? While in the beginning, when he first expressed his love for Indonesian girls ... Ammi did not mind until finally he was able to interfere with the girl he was difficult to get. “I'm sure, you will remain my wife and my only wife.” Fahad said shush.

Nayla opened her eyes, she stretched out her husband's arms. “Kok, haven't slept?” ask her with a hoarse voice.

Fahad. “I just woke up, Honey,” lied. Throughout the night Fahad could not sleep, he thought about how easy it was to make his wife cry. Again and again. Things get complicated, Ammi and Aunt Farida's plan makes him not know where to go. “New three hours, sleep again,” invite Fahad.

Nayla slightly pulled her body so that she could see her husband's face more freely. “You didn't sleep, did you?” tanyakanya. Fahad forgot, Nayla would know if he was lying. The feeling of a wife is never wrong. “Your eyes look really tired, your face is also.” Nayla added.

Fahad smiled, he pinched Nayla's cheek and she placed the kiss in the same place. “I mostly drink coffee, so—”

Shit!!

Again he was found out. Fahad again said that when his wife had slept first, he went downstairs and asked Hannah to make him coffee. “Kok, the glass does not exist?” Nayla circulated her gaze, sweeping through every corner of the room. “Ah, pain!” she cried when Fahad bit his cheek.

“Udah, ah! Don't fuss, it's early in the morning too. Here, I hug ... sleep again.” Fahad pulled Nayla's arm, clutching her tightly. “Your hands are so cold, Darling.” Fahad stood up, he took a thick sweater for his wife. “If one layer is still cold, it is better to wear two sweaters, dear. Your chest is okay, right? Sick, right? Stiffness, no?” worry Fahad. He helped his wife to sit down and put on the sweater.

Nayla smiled, “tadi not cold, really. Kan, you hug me.”

“Ya, it's here. I hug again.”

Wishing only the best in the home. Fahad always prayed, may .. yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever to jannah, they are always together. Achieve beautiful dreams by holding hands with each other. Those who hate will realize how much love in the shade of his household is very beautiful and perfect. Whether from which part of the world, if God has set out to mate . then the impossible will be possible, and the distant will be near.

***

Climbing one by one the steps, Fahad walked towards the kitchen. Leaving Nayla who was performing dawn prayers. He was looking for Hannah, about to ask her something quiet. For some reason, his mind was troubled by the food his wife had eaten. Fahad knew very well, Nayla loved to cook. Every day, there is an Indonesian food menu cooked by his wife. Nayla said, by cooking and eating her own country food, it will slightly reduce her longing with the homeland.

Not all Indonesian food fits on his tongue, and .. sometimes, he does not eat the food. However, his wife was never offended or angry if she did not eat it. Nayla is very understanding, Fahad is grateful for that.

“During here, Miss Nayla eats typical Kashmiri and Indian food, Sir. I offered him to cook Indonesian food, but he refused it.” Hannah answered.

Without thinking any longer, Fahad picked up the pick object in his pocket. He sent a message to Nayla to go to the kitchen. He waited in the dining table chair, with a cup of tea in front of him that Hannah had just served.

“You need something?” asked Nayla who was already standing next to her husband.

Fahad nodded, his hands tying both ends of Nayla's rectangular hijab to make it easier for his wife to comply. “Can you ask for something?” tanyanya. Nayla nodded, while brushing her smile. “I have not eaten your cooking for a long time, can you please masakin nasi goreng?”

Nayla was silent for a moment, she was confused. Follow her husband's orders, or follow her heart that feels awkward using her mother-in-law's kitchen. All this time, he was just helping Hannah and not taking over the kitchen chores. “Fahad, not that I am not obedient, but—”

“Not there but-beauty!” Fahad Tukas. He stood up and took his wife to the kitchen table. “Now masakin me fried rice, I help you.”

Hannah and Fatimah's mother smiled faintly at the pair of loving husbands and wives before them. Unfortunately, the news that Ammi had Fahad remarry had reached their ears. Confusion raged in his mind both of them. How is it possible, Ammi can match Fahad with others. On the one hand, his young master already had a wife .. on the other hand, Fahad's dark past of matchmaking was enough to prove his unhappiness at that time. They could only shut up and pray for the good of Fahad and Nayla's household.

***