Love From Facebook

Chapter 95

The sound of knocking on the door as well as Yumna who called out to each other was simple. Nayla opens the door, her sister-in-law invites her to dinner together. Wanting to refuse, Nayla felt she had no power to say no. He walked along with Yumna, slowly descending the stairs. Ammi's smile and the sharp eyesight of Aunt Farida greeted her. He breathed deeply, gathering strength so that he would not feel any sharper heartache.

“It's been like a big mistress, making everyone wait!”

Aunt Farida's voice filled her ears, Nayla did not respond, she helped Hannah serve everyone at the dinner table. After dinner, Fahad hasn't returned. Nayla felt uneasy, her husband did not send her any message. With the hijab hanging in the wardrobe, Nayla was about to catch up with Fahad by asking Uncle Abdul for help to drive him to the production site. Not to forget, he wears a warm coat because the snow is back down.

“Ammi, can Nayla come in?” his style after knocking on the door.

“Come in, Nak.” Ammi answered, asking questions when she saw her daughter-in-law wearing a warm coat and hat.

“Ammi, Fahad hasn't come home yet. Nayla's worried. Can Nayla catch up with Fahad? Uncle Abdul the inter.” Nayla asked permission. Seeing the face of her daughter-in-law who was very worried, Ammi also allowed Nayla to follow her husband. Not until Nayla came out of Ammi's room, Fahad had already entered first while emphasizing the smile to the two precious women who were in front of him.

“Where are you going? Why not tell me?” cerca Nayla who forgot Ammi's presence.

Fahad is still smiling, “see, Ammi, your daughter-in-law is always worried about her husband. Do not look for a moment directly searchin.”

Ammi laughs at her, there is a sense of happiness that surrounds her heart when she sees the intimacy of Fahad and Nayla. However, that sense of happiness is also accompanied by fear if Nayla really distanced herself with the only son she had. His smile slowly faded, replaced with a look of disappointment.

Seeing Ammi's face change, Fahad immediately hugged the middle-aged woman's body tightly. He placed a kiss on the top of Ammi's head. “It's night, Ammi rest, yes?” said Fahad who answered with a nod by Ammi.

Returning to the room, Nayla helps Fahad remove the coat and also the warm hat attached to her husband's body. “Kok, long?” Nayla asked.

“Iya, I again check all monthly reports in this year, hence old.” Fahad lied. He takes care of something about his life in New Delhi going forward with Sahil. He wanted to surprise Nayla. All he designed so neatly so that later his wife felt there was no lack of one from his beloved country, Indonesia.

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Since in Kashmir, Fahad has never once invited Nayla to go out of the house, around enjoying the beauty of Srinagar in winter. At home there was only talk of the cutting down of his second marriage with Benazir. Today, Fahad decided to take Nayla to Gulmarg. The area that .asih is in the Kashmir region is famous for gondola tourism. Many domestic and foreign tourists come to enjoy the beauty of Kashmir from the top of the gondola.

Slightly difficult to ask Ammi's permission to leave the house, Aunt Farida relentlessly nagged with her various narrow thoughts. However, that did not necessarily make Fahad desperate. He insisted that Ammi let him go out with Nayla. After getting permission, Fahad approached his wife who was in the room with Yumna. “Honey, come with me,” invite Fahad while covering the room door.

Nayla and Yumna who were sitting on the bed turned their heads. “Where?” ask Yumna.

“Ke gulmarg.” Fahad was already standing in front of his wife and sister.

Yumna splashy, “aku i—”

“Now!” fahad's hands silenced Yumna's lips. “You're home, help Hannah clean-up.”

Nayla protested, lowering her husband's hand from Yumna's face. “Let's aja dia—”

“Honey, Yumna has been there a lot. After all, if he comes along, you will definitely be made busy with him.” Fahad pulled a part of Yumna's hair in a fit of anxiety.

After changing clothes, Nayla who was wearing a hijab asked the same thing after Yumna left her room. Nayla wants to make sure, that Ammi actually gave her son permission to leave home— along with him. Many times Fahad convinced his wife that Ammi had given him permission. Fahad knew there was fear in Nayla's heart. Afraid that Ammi was disappointed and sad, his wife was accused of keeping him away from her mother. Fahad swore, that's not true. It is precisely his wife who has been reminding about Ammi's health, about her who does not miss a day without exchanging votes with Ammi.

“Cold?” Fahad clasped Nayla's hands tightly as they got out of the car. Nayla shook her head, her hands were warm enough because she was wearing gloves. Fahad tidied Nayla's warm hat, pinching her cheek with anxiety. “Your cheeks are red, kayak pomegranate.” Fahad said, making Nayla laugh. “You ride gondola now?”

“After, I want to go for a walk first.”

Fahad chides, he takes Nayla down the street as far as they can see. Nayla's smile seemed contagious to Fahad, his wife was ceaselessly spread a smile to see the beauty of Gulmarg. That day, not too many foreign tourists who come to feel the sensation of riding a gondola. So Nayla and Fahad can spend time with a little relaxed.

“Photo, yuk?” Fahad pulled out the phone from his pocket.

“I don't want photos.”

“Why?” ask Fahad who put his phone back in.

Nayla stopped, she looked at her husband's face. “I don't want to have any memories here, I can miss if you see a photo related to Kashmir.”

Fahad touched Nayla's cheek, knowing what her wife meant. His wife returned moody, Fahad regretting his invitation to take a photo together. “Ya, let's go again.” Holding Nayla's hand, Fahad takes his wife on a gondola.

Usually, the gondola will be filled by six to seven people. However, because today is not too crowded.Gondola Fahad and Nayla ride only four people. “MasyaAllah, beautiful.” Nayla murmurs. His eyes sparkled to see the beauty of Gulmarg covered by snow. “How many times have you been here?” Nayla asked.

Fahad was silent for a moment, he was still digesting Nayla's speech using Indonesian. “Oh ... new once.” Fahad replied in English.

“Masa? Lie, ah!” again, Nayla uses Indonesian.

Fahad chuckles, he pulls Nayla's tiny nose. No matter if there are two men who have since noticed them. “It's been just like you. I was in college, same friends. If it's a girl, same with Yasmin and Yumna.” Fahad explained.

“Masa?” Nayla doesn't believe that.

“Sayang.” Fahad whispered. “Don't make you anxious, yeah! If you don't want me to kiss in front of these two people.”

“Eh!” Nayla slightly moved away, she looked at the two men who were also looking at her with a look that she had difficulty digesting.

Fahad, who noticed the two men before him staring at his wife, quickly hugged Nayla from the side. “My wife, gondolanya has arrived.” Fahad said full of emphasis so that the two men know what his position is for the hijab woman next to him.

Nayla was again fascinated by the beauty of Gulmarg from above. He took off his arm from Fahad. His eyes looked in amazement, indeed very aptly .. Kashmir's nickname is Jannat-e Kashmir—. Fahad quits, giving Nayla time to drift away in her own world. Since Kashmir, Nayla has been locked up with all the disappointment. Fahad knew his wife was very difficult to breathe in her big house.

No. gabe. Fahad won't let Nayla get out of her life. How would he live out his days if there was no Nayla beside him? His wife managed to make him fall back in love, feel the beauty of togetherness in a sacred bond of marriage. Fahad approached Nayla, he grabbed her from behind. “Shut up for a minute, I want it like this.”

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