Love From Facebook

Chapter 97

Fahad refuses, but he will return to New Delhi with Nayla. As much and as hard as Nayla asked him to stay in Kashmir, he would not say “iya” if he had to let his wife go alone. Fahad's stubbornness finally makes Nayla give up, she no longer says anything. Immediately prepare, Nayla and Fahad are now in the room, tidying up their clothes and luggage again.

Fahad hugged Ammi long enough, he knew .. his mother was disappointed in him. He showered a kiss on Ammi's forehead. Not to forget, he also advised Yumna to always look after Ammi while giving her a warning not to go out without permission from Ammi.

The car had left the yard, this time they were escorted by Uncle Abdul. Nayla was silent, she turned her face to look at the thinning stretch of snow. Winter is almost over. He misses his father and mother, and also Andi. Nayla misses her sister very much. If Fahad does not return to New Delhi, Nayla will continue the flight to Indonesia alone. However, again his feet can not step without the permission of a husband. Nayla must remain in New Delhi.

The two of them were already sitting in the waiting chair, Nayla locked her lips tightly. His head felt dizzy, even with his body feeling cold. Fahad came back from the toilet and found his wife's face pale. “Honey, you sick?” fahad asked while sitting next to Nayla.

Nayla shook her head weakly, “just dizzy a little, kok.”

Fahad's back touched Nayla's forehead, his wife's body hot. Not just dizzy, Nayla is definitely sick. “Hold a moment, yes, Darling .. when you get to Delhi we go to doctor.” Fahad said he did not want to bring Nayla back home. Hugged Nayla's body from the side while landing a kiss on his wife's forehead.

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New Delhi welcomes Nayla, cold air still piercing to the bone. His face grew pale, making Fahad worried and forcing him to go to the doctor. “I'm just tired, Fahad, I'm sleeping.” Nayla refuses.

Fahad can no longer force, he helps Nayla remove her hijab and lie down on the bed. Excuse me for the kitchen, make a warm drink for his wife. Fahad sent a message to Sahil that he had returned to Delhi, and that tomorrow he would return to work. Many of his work is neglected, although there are Sahil and Yasmin .. he does not want to rest on his hands and accept the results without sweating. Fahad has also sent a message to Yumna to tell Ammi that he and Nayla have arrived in New Delhi safely.

Turning off the stove fire, Fahad poured the hot water into a cup. His wife has a special tea stash of Indonesia. Fahad understood, Nayla did not really like tea mixed with milk and other spices commonly drunk by Indians in general. His wife only occasionally drank Indian tea.

Fahad puts a teacup on the nightstand, he helps Nayla to sit down. “What do you want to eat?” ask Fahad.

Nayla shook her head, she didn't want to eat anything. Nayla just wants to sleep, sleep, and sleep. Resting his mind and heart which since one month ago continued to be forced to endure all the pain. And, this morning was really the highlight of it all. Aunt Farida slapped her face very hard. Nayla still remembers how hot her cheeks were when aunt threw the slap.

Fahad gently blew and fed the tea to Nayla. His eyes caught a red tinge on Nayla's left cheek. Putting the cup of tea on the nightstand, Fahad touched Nayla's cheek, asking her why her cheek was so red. “This, former slap, right?” surprised Fahad. The red tinge on Nayla's cheek did show a pretty obvious finger mark. “I just realized that your cheeks are red gini.”

Nayla said, he kept Fahad's hand away from his face, he claimed to sleep too long with a position tilted to the left, making his cheeks look red. “Fahad, I want to sleep, can?” Nayla diverts the conversation.

Fahad was hesitant, wanting to ask him further. However, the health of his wife is much more important. He nodded and then left the room. He saw the contents of the refrigerator, maybe something can be cooked. There's chicken breast, bread, and eggs. Fahad decided to bake chicken breasts and make eggs. Not to forget, he also took out Indonesian sauce from the refrigerator. His wife could not eat without a spicy taste, although many Indian dishes were also spicy ... Nayla prefers sambal sauce and bottled sambal from Indonesia.

On the plate were three pieces of bread. Also other companion foods such as chocolate jam, egg ceplok, and roasted chicken that he made earlier. Fahad brings the tray into the room, he sees Nayla still lying down. Though pale, Fahad feels shady once he sees a woman's face which makes him have to fight hard to get love. Fahad laughed to himself, remembering the first time he met Nayla.

Nayla sat her body, her head feeling very heavy. However, seeing her husband who had worked hard to make her food, she had to force her mouth and stomach to accept what her husband had prepared. “You cooked this roasted chicken?” ask Nayla.

Fahad nodded, stabbing the chicken with a fork and then cutting it with a knife. “I split the chicken let it be a little thin, out of it I love salt, lime juice, the same pepper doang. I hope it tastes good.” Vaping the meat, Fahad smiled to see Nayla take the bribe. “Nak no?” her question was answered with a nod of the head by Nayla. Afterwards, Fahad put a plump egg on the bread and gave it a spicy sauce. “Mau mayonnaise?”

Nayla shakes. “This is good, kok.”

The sound of a message coming in from Fahad's phone, taken by the flat object that was lying on the nightstand. The name Yumna is there. Both of Fahad's eyebrows fused together, his eyes glaring sharply at the contents of the message Yumna conveyed.

Sis, this morning when sister-in-law helped Hannah cook, it turns out that aunt slaps sister-in-law. Hannah just told me a story. Aunt also cursed brother-in-law. Is sister-in-law okay?

Fahad looked at Nayla's cheek, rightly guessed .. The red tinge was due to a slap. “Darling, you were slapped this morning aunty?”

Nayla looked down, pretending to be busy with her food. Fahad's hand grabbed the fork from his hand violently. “Fahad, fork—”

“You slapped aunty, right?”

Nayla sighed, she put the bread plate on the tray. Looking deeply into her husband's eyes. “Iya,” answer, shrewd.

Fahad's hand touched Nayla's cheek, the slap was already a little faded, but the pain in his wife's heart was still there until now. Even at any moment, Fahad was sure of that. “Why don't you tell me the same story?”

“Nothing to tell, Fahad, it's just a misunderstanding. I'm not okay, really. Already, yes, do not need to be discussed again.”

The pain ran through every corner of his heart. Fahad felt like he failed to protect his wife. Nayla was hurt, but she couldn't do anything. Only an apology Fahad can say.

“Don't call aunty, don't be mad at aunty. He's a parent, Fahad. If you were angry with aunt, Ammi would also be disappointed. Don't make Ammi sad.”

Not a disappointed Ammi, Nayla herself was disappointed in everything she said. Giving up, he had to give up for Ammi's sake. Nayla doesn't want Ammi to really think that she is keeping Fahad away from her family. Now, the parents that Nayla has are only Ammi, as much as possible she wants to be devoted to the woman who is now also her mother. Accepted as a daughter-in-law or not, Ammi is still a mother to him. He must also help Fahad to stay by Ammi's side, although he will have to leave later. Retreating is the best way, because surviving will only make him more sick and disappointed.

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