Love From Facebook

Chapter 94

Permitting her daughter-in-law to enter, Ammi pats the edge of the bed for Nayla to sit next to. He smiled curtly looking at his daughter-in-law who also brushed a smile at him. “Nak, Ammi wants to talk to you.”

Nayla nodded. The tail of her eyes glanced at Aunt Farida who was sitting on the single sofa next to the Ammi— bed right in front of her.

“Nayla, Ammi is sure you already know what Ammi called you here.”

Nayla was silent, she hesitated to answer. Either just nod or shake. Ammi's tone sounded so soft, that she found it difficult to catch where the mother-in-law's speech was going.

“You know, right? Fahad is getting married to Benazir? So, do you agree to that?” ask Ammi without further ado. It blatantly hit Nayla's heart and heart.

Silent for a moment, his eyes were locked by both of Ammi's beads. Nayla was confused as to what answer she would give. Her heart was calling out her husband's name, as if she was asking for help to be let out of the pit of disappointment. Nayla looked down for a moment before she answered her mother-in-law's question. “Ammi, no need permission from the first wife for a husband to remarry, right?” Nayla gives it a pause. “Nayla reckon, permission from Nayla is not important. For sure Fahad remains married again, right?”

“Good, you are aware of where you are at home and even this country.” Aunt Farida makes a sound. She had already restrained her lips from saying a word, but she could not bear to say anything to Nayla. “You can't take care of this house and family. Do you know the culture and culture of Kashmir? Definitely not know.”

“Farida, quiet. I was talking to my son-in-law.” Ammi. He looked back at his daughter-in-law's face, “Ammi would like to hear your answer about this marriage, son, would you allow?”

The tears that Nayla had shed from that moment almost spilled on hearing Aunt Farida's questions and words. It hurts so bad. He can see a hope from the eyes of Ammi, hope that he gives permission to Fahad. “Ammi, Fahad will remarry the chosen woman, Ammi.” Nayla took a deep breath, she felt devastated after saying the sentence. “Nayla will return home soon to Indonesia and arrange divorce.” Its effects.

Ammi is surprised to hear that, he asks Nayla not to divorce from Fahad. After all, he knew that his son loved Nayla very much. And, it was impossible for the two to separate.

Nayla shook her head slowly, she forced her lips to smile. “That's Nayla's decision, Ammi. Alright ...,” Nayla stands, “now everything is clear, Ammi. Nayla excuse me to go back to room.” Closing the bedroom door, Nayla forced her limp feet to climb every step of the stairs to the second floor of the house.

The tears could no longer be contained, all he spilled once the door of the room was closed from the inside. Nayla was sitting limp on the floor, her hands touching her chest which felt very tight. “I'm an ordinary woman, Ammi, I have jealousy. I can't have multiple husbands. I can't!” the crying broke even more. Ammi's selfishness further disintegrates Nayla. Her in-laws wanted her to stay by Fahad's side even though her husband later remarried. “I retreat, Ammi, I retreat.”

Nayla stood up with great difficulty, she picked up the suitcase .. she put it on the bed and opened it.Let her tears fill the room, she really could no longer. Instead of struggling and only the pain he received, it is better to step back and be happy even though at the beginning he will have difficulty building his life again. It's okay, Nayla's ready for it. He threw all his clothes in the suitcase, all of them .. He left none of his belongings in the room, including a picture framed beautifully on the nightstand. He tore up a picture of himself with Fahad, stuffing a piece of the picture of himself in a suitcase.

“Sayang?” Fahad opened the door, his eyes met with Nayla's eyes still shedding tears. He approached Nayla in a panic, seeing her crying . With clothes stuffed into the suitcase, he was much more panicked with questions running through his mind. “What is this? Where are you going?” tanyanya while removing the clothes. His eyes were full of seeing the photo that had been torn. “Honey, answer me!” his voice raised, he pulled Nayla's arm to give her the answer to all her questions.

“I want to go home to Indonesia, Fahad, I want to go home!” Nayla was crying. He collapsed on the floor, hugging his knees with a deepening heart wound.

Touching the top of Nayla's head, “what do you mean? Speaking of which, honey. Ammi said something to you? What aunt is talking weird again?”

“Then so clear everything to me!” force Fahad, his hand wiping away the tears Nayla kept flowing nonstop.

Nayla took a deep breath, she stared at the two beads of her husband's eyes. “Fahad, I try to learn from the wives of Rosulullah, how they sincerely live life by marrying the same person—they share a husband. They are God's chosen women. But, I .. I am a woman of the end times who is very difficult to imitate them. No matter how hard I try, my little heart still refuses, Fahad.”

Now Fahad knows where his wife talks, he approached the body of a woman who vibrates violently will be disappointed. His eyes closed, Fahad recalled how he had hurt Nayla. And now .. his wife's pain is more pain than anything. “Don't, don't follow up on your words. I beg.”

Nayla shook her head, she really couldn't stand it anymore. “I cannot, Fahad, I cannot. I chose retreat.”

“No! I don't give you permission to surrender and retreat.” Fahad. He is sick of hearing Nayla's desire to end their household. “Don't go, stay by my side. I can definitely convince Ammi to update her plan.”

“How confident, Fahad?! You've been here for a month, but Ammi's been standing by. Enough, Fahad, enough! Ammi's decision is final, my decision is also unanimous. I went home to Indonesia and took care of all—”

“Nayla!” Fahad stood up, he scooped his face violently. “Till any time I don't want a divorce from you. Ammi like it or not, you are still my wife!”

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The night sky this time did not fulfill his promise to bring the stars with him. The moonlight does not show its beauty. It was as if the sky was feeling Nayla's sadness and disappointment. His own eyes stared at the sky, the whirring of the wind he let hit his face. Resignedly. Nayla. Everything has been arranged by the creator .. Something can be changed by prayer, and some cannot. It's all written on lauhul mahfuz. Nayla steeled her heart, though that hope felt hopeless when the words of Ammi and Aunt Farida came back ringing in the ears.

There was little hope when her husband said it was only her, the woman who would always be his wife. No matter how many people oppose her, she will remain the wife of Fahad Malik Khan. However, considering Fahad is the son who always said “iya” when Ammi had ordered something .. poised was already hope in the corner of Nayla's little heart.

Nayla never once blamed the attitude of her husband who obeyed all Ammi's words, it was indeed the duty of a son to take care of the mother who had bet his life for the sake of the baby. But, for one thing, it just doesn't make sense. A mother asks her son to remarry, and doesn't want a divorce between Fahad and his first wife, Nayla. What kind of selfishness is this? If Ammi can be selfish, Nayla can also be selfish. It is not selfish to defend, but selfish to want to retreat and give up.

It was enough time to enjoy the cold night air from the balcony terrace, Nayla stepped back into the room. She closed the door slowly, her husband had not returned. The room was empty, Fahad left since noon, or this afternoon. I don't know, Nayla doesn't know where Fahad really went. This afternoon, after he cried and asked to return to Indonesia to take care of the divorce papers ... Nayla, exhausted from crying, fell asleep in her husband's warm embrace. When his eyes opened, he did not find Fahad beside him. However, there was a piece of paper under the glass of milk that read,

Honey, I'm going to the production site for a second. I've made you milk, drunk, huh? Must be finished. I love you.

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