Love From Facebook

Chapter 93

Preparing all the ingredients she needed, Nayla started cooking with garlic she clenched with a knife and then she had a soft pox. Next, he prepared the rice in a small container and then seasoned it with salt and sugar. Not to forget, he also added ketchup and bottled chili sauce that he brought from New Delhi. More precisely what Andi sent from Indonesia. Nayla could not live without sambal, so she asked her sister to send her some sambal.

“Fahad, you go ahead aja,” said Nayla with her hands busy cutting cabbage and chicken vegetables.

Fahad shook his head, saying he would stay with her. He wanted to look at his wife. On the other hand, Fahad was afraid that auntie would come and ruin Nayla's morning atmosphere and even the rest of the house. Without Nayla or others explaining, Fahad already knew that Aunt Farida must have said something and was being unfriendly to Nayla. All he concluded from yesterday's talk in Ammi's room, that Aunt Farida most eagerly wanted her to remarry.

“May the fried rice taste good.” Nayla encourages herself. He started sauteing garlic, chicken, and vegetables. Fahad faithfully stood beside him, taking what he needed. Unconcerned by Hannah and Fatimah's mother, Fahad teases his wife by pinching her cheek and pulling her tiny nose. “It will be long time I bite your finger, yes!” nayla Ancam.

Fahad chuckled at it. “Don't now, later tonight just play bite-bites,” he whispered in Nayla's ear. Makes his wife shudder.

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Days have changed, but not with what Ammi wants. The middle-aged woman remained on her stance. During a week in Kashmir, Fahad continued to discuss marriage. In front of or behind Nayla. Yeah, well, sometimes Aunt Farida would ask her to talk when she was passing by or even when she was alone with Nayla. Fahad was eager to scold his aunt, but Nayla always prevented him by grasping her fingers.

Nayla repeatedly refuses Fahad's request to return to New Delhi. Deep down, Nayla is eager to return to New Delhi and Indonesia. However, he cannot be selfish because of the pain and disappointment he felt. Let him be disappointed, as long as Ammi can see his son for longer. For Nayla, that's all that matters for now. Despite having to accept her aunt's unpleasant remarks and attitudes, Nayla will be patient for the sake of her mother-in-law as well as her husband.

Ammi. Her mother-in-law remained kind to her, gentle and affectionate. Even so, there is not the slightest intention of Ammi to cancel her wish for Fahad to marry again.

Today Fahad said goodbye to Nayla that he was going to the garden. Not to forget, he also said goodbye to Ammi. Nayla drove Fahad to the front door, smiling at her husband's departure. “Let's lunch at home, right?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, I wasn't long, really. Later if you still have time, I all go to the production site.” Fahad explained. He put a kiss on Nayla's forehead, there was a sense of not having the heart to leave his wife at home alone. Fahad tau ... Nayla felt alone in her house. What his wife felt was certainly very lonely and frightened in the midst of his family. “Honey, come, yuk? Later all the streets,” invite Fahad.

Nayla refused, she felt unwell, her head a little dizzy. “When-when. Uday, there depart.” Nayla said as she tidied her husband's warm coat.

The car Fahad was driving was getting further and further out of his sight. He went back in and closed the door, walked to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Nayla smiled wryly, remembering how greedy Fahad was to eat his homemade fried rice. The rice he used was different from Indonesian rice, but the taste of fried rice did not disappoint. He felt it too. Either because it is delicious, or because he is too happy to enjoy fried rice after a long time.

“Nona, phone sounds, phone calls,” says Hannah.

Nayla dries her hands, she picks up her phone on the other side of the kitchen table. His lips formed a smile when he saw Andi's name on the touch screen of his phone. Nayla says to Hannah, she is going to her room to receive a call from her sister.

Closing the door slowly, Nayla shifted the green dial icon and brought her phone closer to her ear. Andi's voice surprised him. His sister was angry, all day yesterday he did not give him any news. “Sorry, yesterday was really busy. This was your phone?” Nayla.

Yes, already. Fahad too, he doesn't have me. Andi exclaimed in annoyance.

“Sorry, Andi, I didn't have time to hold hp. Fahad forgot too. Next time I don't stay in my room. Let me know if you're texting or calling.” Nayla's lying. There was no way he could tell what had happened to Andi. Let him alone bear the burden of disappointment alone, not his sister.

Nayla smiled knot, she switched voice calls to video calls. Andi's smile greeted him warmly. “Can send you a ticket, nak?” tanyakanya.

Both Andi's eyebrows raised, plane ticket? How come you ask Andi? Kan, Fahad can buyin.” Andi. Andi meant, what is it that is not there.

Nayla shook her head slowly, saying she didn't need anything. Nayla only asks for prayer, may she remain patient, strong, and sincere. “Later if you are already in Delhi, you can send anything.” Nayla added.

Andi nodded. Worried because all day yesterday he could not see his brother, now all the taste vanished with a smile that was engraved sweetly on the face of a woman who could always put herself as a sister, mother, friend, and friends, and even a sister—because she loves to work on it. Andi is grateful, though distant ... Nayla never changed. Always pay full attention to him.

“Andi?” call Nayla.

Yea?

Nayla was silent for a moment, she looked at the two beads of Andi's eyes that were also looking at her. “When can you go to India?” ask her with a soft voice.

Andi's forehead was wrinkled deep, not usually Nayla would ask like that. Why, Ma'am? Kok, suddenly—

“No,” tukas Nayla. “Mbak just kangen you aja.” Nayla understood, her sister must have caught something from her. He quickly switched the conversation. It didn't feel like 30 minutes had them sharing their stories. Andi ended the call because he had to go to college— because his first lecturer was absent.

Nayla looked at the number of clocks on her phone. Time shows at ten in the morning. He went out of the room, down the stairs and went to the garden next to the house. Nayla hugged her own body, even though she was already wearing a thick sweater, still. He sat in the saung .. closed his eyes, he let the wind blow his face.

“Nona,” call Hannah.

Nayla opened her eyes, Hannah walked over. “Yes, Hannah?”

Hannah conveyed what Ammi had ordered. That he was called to his mother-in-law's room. Nayla nodded, saying she would be there soon. After Hannah's departure, Nayla dissolves into her own thoughts. There was a sudden fear coming at him. Inevitably, he still had to see Ammi. Stepping slowly, Nayla exhaled deeply to neutralize the fear and nervousness that became one in her chest.

“Bismillah ..” Nayla knocks on the door of Ammi's room and says hello.

“Come in, Nak.” Ammi.

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