Love From Facebook

Chapter 96

Tired of playing snow throw, now Fahad and Nayla are in the gondola again. They're down. There were only the two of them, until Fahad more freely embraced his wife's body from behind. For a moment, Nayla forgot about the disappointment in her heart when she spent time with Fahad. Her husband excitedly threw a small snowball at her. Not to be outdone, Nayla also throws snowballs right on her husband's back. Nayla's laughter broke as Fahad tried to catch up and get her body in the arms.

“Fahad, can I ask you something?” Nayla asked.

“What?” asked Fahad without breaking his embrace.

Nayla's eyes are straight ahead, “I've been in Kashmir long enough, can I come back to Delhi tomorrow?”

Fahad mengiyani, on condition ... Nayla can not go anywhere else, can not continue her journey to Indonesia. “Fixed beside me, accompany me to defend this household. Don't even think of going back to Indonesia.”

Nayla takes off Fahad's embrace, she turns to face her husband. “Don't be selfish, Fahad, we have each other's lives, we can't keep together.”

Fahad took a deep breath. It's true, he's selfish. There was no selfish choice, that was all he could do. “Darling, please wait a moment. In a moment.”

Nayla shook her head hard, “no hope, Fahad. This story is finished, it is finished, we are not—”

Fahad silenced Nayla's lips with a kiss, he could not bear to hear his wife's request to go home. He softly sipped his lips, even though Nayla was struggling. Fahad could see tears dripping in the corner of Nayla's eyes, wiping them with his thumb. Staying with his soft kiss, Fahad cradled his wife's body even deeper.

Nayla opened her eyes, the gondola carrying them was almost there. Nayla has to force an end to her husband's kiss.

“Sick!”

“Honey, that's my dialogue! You bite, even you who are in pain.” Fahad exclaimed with a finger that touched his lips.

“Lagian, you! This is up to gondolanya.” Nayla walks ahead of Fahad.

Nayla sleeps, Fahad slowly exits the room. Upon his return from Gulmarg, his wife looked gloomy. Fahad decided to return to New Delhi tomorrow. She even booked tickets for him and Nayla. It is not easy to ask permission from Ammi. Again Fahad had to hear Aunt Farida's insults to his wife. His hands clenched furiously, eager to stop Aunt Farida's words, but he always remembered Nayla's message so as not to interrupt whatever her aunt said.

Oh God. Fahad couldn't stand it, he stood up with a face that was flushed red with anger. Fahad was almost desperate, okay .. let Nayla who returned to New Delhi alone, rather than his wife should hear even more painful things.

“Go back to New Delhi, son, take your wife. Your work must have been waiting.” Ammi's words stopped Fahad's steps. The son turned around with a smile. “After that, bring Yasmin home. Ammi misses him.”

Fahad nodded, hugging Ammi while saying his thanks. Bailing back to the room, Fahad stepped in with a happy heart. In a moment, his wife will hear nothing more from Aunt Farida. His wife can also breathe with relief, will no longer be confined in his big house which he thought would make Nayla comfortable—but apparently not, his wife actually felt difficulties in it.

Fahad puts all Nayla's clothes and belongings into the suitcase slowly, not wanting his wife to wake up. “Don't worry, darling, I'll always be next to you.” He hopes that, after returning to New Delhi, Ammi's intention to ask him to remarry will be canceled. Everything will improve with time, his wife is still Nayla Anjani. Indonesian girl who is very difficult to get, Indonesian girl who is able to make him recover from old wounds.

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“Darling,” called Fahad as his wife started wriggling and opened her eyes slowly.

As usual, after the prayer, Nayla will come down to help Hannah and Fatimah's mother in the kitchen. It's just Nayla's entertainment in the mansion. Gathering with them made Nayla not feel claustrophobic, they were already like brothers. Hannah and Fatimah's mother could understand and always comforted her when the aunt said something that hurt her.

The good morning atmosphere was suddenly changed by the arrival of Aunt Farida into the kitchen, the middle-aged woman floated a slap of feeling on Nayla's left cheek. Making the three people in the kitchen surprised wasn't playing. “You!” pointed at Nayla with a sharp look in her eyes.

“Mistress, what is this?” fatimah's mother interjected.

“Shut! Don't miss the limit, Fatimah!”

Nayla lowered her head, her hand touching Aunt Farida's cheek slapping her. “Bibi—”

“Finally you show who you really are. Right, right, you do intend to keep Fahad away from his family, keep him away from the mother who has given birth to him!”

“I mean, Aunty, what?” Nayla asked, her tears had started to go down the river, but she was still trying to stem it. Nayla did not want her aunt to think she was seeking attention or compassion behind her tears.

Aunt Farida showed off her cynical smile, “fake stupid!” berpeaki Nayla's. Bibi said what Fahad did yesterday—who asked Ammi's permission to return to New Delhi. And, it was all Nayla's fault, that's what Aunt Farida said.

Nayla shook her head weakly, “not, Bi, who said Fahad would go back to Delhi? He stays here, Bi, same family.” Nayla tries to explain, but the aunt still does not believe her and still blames her. Already, Nayla stopped talking, she listened to all the insults aunty had about her, there was no point in explaining to people who already hated.

Aunt Farida leaves after insulting and blaming Nayla. This morning he was lucky, because Fahad did not hear what he had done. If only Fahad knew, of course ... the man would have sent his aunt home in Hyderabad.

Nayla forced her feet to step onto the dining table chair, sitting with one drop of tears falling without asking for permission. Her hand quickly wiped it off, so that her husband would not know what had just happened. It's enough, Nayla doesn't want any more fuss about her. Hannah approached Nayla with a glass of water in her hand, and she suggested telling Fahad what she had done.

Nayla shook her head, forcing a smile in front of Hannah. “Not what, Hannah. Don't tell Fahad, will you? I don't want him to be sad.”

Hannah and Fatimah's mother looked at Nayla pity, eager to hear what Aunt Farida had done to Fahad. But, they couldn't go any further, they couldn't interfere too deeply. All they can do is comfort and strengthen Nayla who is far from her family.

As usual, Nayla did not sit at the dinner table. He dodged, telling Fahad that he had breakfast first in the kitchen— with Hannah and Fatimah's mother. Nayla could not eat a table with the woman who had slapped her cheek. He was afraid, afraid if auntie returned to do the same thing and Fahad definitely could not help but be angry. Nayla didn't want that to happen.

“Honey, let's get ready,” invite Fahad, he approached Nayla who was in the kitchen.

“Where?” confused Nayla.

Fahad smiled, his hand touching the top of his wife's head. “We went back to Delhi, last night your clothes and personal belongings I already got in some in the suitcase. Our plane's in two hours, come on.”

Nayla was silent, now .. she understood why this morning aunt slapped and scolded her. No doubt, Nayla is happy to be back in Delhi. But ... “Fahad, how about Ammi? You are here first, I can go home alone, kok.”

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