Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Where Do Feet Step?

"We can't keep this up! You girls, while I'm a guy can't stay under one roof. Huge rule!" Nizam Firm.

"While you've been fucking me?" Laela spoke in a giddy manner, her head still lowered showing an embarrassed look.

Whatwasthat?

Fuckin' on!?

Wh who?

"What?"

"You mean?"

Questions that indicate their distrust.

All eyes are full.

Looking at Nizam who also turned his eyes with his head to shake his head did not accept the words of the city girl.

The look turned on the girl who looked down like she was scared.

Laela raised her face to look at one by one the people who were in the Simple forum.

All eyes were on him.

Nizam even looked at him with anger.

" What do you mean?" The man asked with a high tone.

"You fucked me there" Laela pointed to the door of Nizam's room, where they fell last night. Quickly back down his head. His head shrank for a moment, but how else. It

I want to stay in this house.

Sorry, deep inside.

"What are you talking about?" Again, Nizam with a high tone, the man had stood up from his seat signifying emotions had been in the crown.

The presence on the elder was no longer able to hold back his emotions.

"Last night. You, uh,.... " Laela fell back down and the conversation hung.

"There, ...." The hands are pointing in the same direction. After that the face again showed

shame and fear. The girl is doing her part well.

Unfortunately, all eyes looked towards the room, not the door.

" You mean what? I didn't do anything?" Bela Nizam's.

Now all the gazes were on the man.

There was a sense of disbelief, when men who sometimes became priests in their village were accused of such things.

But the victim was now in plain sight, speaking with fear and shame. So who will they trust?

I can only shake my head. His heart is still big on the son. This girl they had helped was slandering her.

"Buuuu, I didn't do anything." Nizam Middle begged for trust.

"You've even kissed me." again the voice again startled them.

"Mom, ...."

"Mom, I didn't mean it." The sentence just seemed to justify all the accusations of the foreign girl.

Everyone seemed to be breathing heavily. As if one question had been answered so clearly.

Between Nizam and the girl, they've got the truth.

You throw your back on the back of the couch," Marry him!"

Like a lightning strike, Nizam was unable to refute the father's orders. He silently stared with his mouth wide open

As a man, marriage is not a game.

He wants the woman who will be his life partner in the future, is a good woman.

Who will teach their children about life, religion, and all that is good.

Not a foreign girl, whom he had helped and instead slandered herself like this.

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The little wheels rolled around, working hard to follow the terrain through. Gravel, sand, or wet soil that will stick and increasingly burdensome rotation. Lucky they when getting paved roads, at least the burden to spin a little light and flat.

The large pink suitcase was attracted to the flow of the puller.

The actual suitcase he prepared for later, if traveling by plane.

Ever dreamed that the suitcase was pulled over a smooth and slippery white-toothed floor, while waiting for a flying call, the city.

He may have forgotten that he lives in a village.

Want to visit out of town by plane, but do not know which relatives he wants to sign

And now a girl goes in no direction, just keeps going.

The sky blue blouse combined with milk-brown toenail pants implies that she is an office lady. Looks more convincing with shiny black high heels pantofel that he uses.

Don't be fooled by appearances.

In fact, the girl had just finished her school exam at the Upper Intermediate level. The graduation ceremony is not yet in hand.

Dreaming if someday he will work in the city, in a building that is meter high and the number of floors in layers. And he has to learn from now on, with this kind of appearance.

The girl stopped at the Yellow Bridge, looking down at the fairly heavy river current, maybe just dragging her body if she desperately jumped there.

Both hands were now holding on to the trellis, her large pink suitcase standing beside the body.

Still with the same view, enjoy the flow of the river. His brain was now thinking where else the foot would go.

It was late at night, he had to get a shelter to spend the night as soon as possible. Tomorrow will be a new thought for him.

From that direction, a man with a butut motor drove off slowing down as he looked at the girl standing staring at the stream of stream currents with great calm.

The girl wanted to plunge down, as she had in mind.

" Oi what's wrong?" Ask in a slightly loud voice. The motor stopped behind the girl.

The girl just turned her head around for a while, straightened her head and looked down again.

"Under there is a culture. It hurts when bitten. Want your feet to stump? Just try!" Say it with a tinge. For him, the person who commits suicide is the one who thinks d@ngk@l.

After that, the motor went back.

No matter the girl there. Perhaps after listening to her threat earlier, the girl would think hard to jump down.

From the rear view of the motor, glancing towards the back. The girl was still silent enjoying the view of the fairly swift river flow.

What if the girl doesn't heed the threat?

Half of the heart is anxious, if tomorrow he hears news of a girl found on the shore of a lifeless river, then he will then lead a life and regret. Sorry for not trying to stop the girl's actions there.

Bend the steering wheel carefully. A piece of board is stretched on the motor border. On the right left side are placed shelves containing eggs and the same amount, both legs become a counterweight.

Return the motor to the girl there.

Choosing to leave the motor on the side of the road, with himself approaching the girl who looks still contemplating it.

"Why you?" He asked, this time the voice softened a little, wanting to negotiate.

Staring to the side, the suitcase stood next to the girl. This girl is probably from the city, he thought.

"Magrib-magrib gini is usually a demon on the wild lookout for prey. That's why all the children are called into the house to not be eaten by the devil." Shivering himself when saying that sentence.

Not goosebumps for fear of demons.

He believes that no demon will eat people, the myth is only intended for children to scare children.

Without him knowing, Laela may be among the children who are afraid of demons.

Even very memorized by the myth that he had just heard that. Satan will disturb more fiercely in magrib time.

Laela turned her head, looking towards the young man.

His height is good but not with his appearance. Dekil and b@u, even so far the scent of the man's body has been spoiled by Indra's kiss. Not very, he thought.

But unlike the man, there was no other way to save the line except to take him away from the Yellow Bridge.

Where will he put it, he thought later.

Approaching the girl. What if someone sees it? Then it turns out that the girl chose to jump she will be a witness or the main suspect. He became the last person to be with the girl.

"Come on!" Turn around, ready to go.

The girl straightened her head again after glancing at him just a glance. No effect it turns out.

"Want to see sund3l bolong? There is no one else here but us. I want to go home with you?"

No response from the girl.

Ck, the stone is right.

An annoyed feeling began to take over the girl's big suitcase, heavy as well.

A little confused will be put where the big bag is. There's nowhere else but in the back seat. Let the girl cramped with her big suitcase.

Just as upset, Laela ended up following the man's pinta.

Starting at night, he needs a place at least to protect the body from the cold that begins to penetrate.

In the back, the girl grumbled quietly.

The left hand is useful to hold the suitcase so as not to sag. Hold the right stretch on the motor so that his body does not sag.

Occasionally moving slowly, the seat he got could only accommodate his buttocks partially. Ck, it's so narrow.

Not to mention having to hold your breath.

The smell of the body this close is getting smelled. Not the smell of sweat, but, ...?

Occasionally facing backwards for the sake of breathing as much air.

Shouldn't have walked this way, the mountains. It should go that way, back there the road leads to the city.

And in town, he'll be helped by a handsome CEO.

Like the dreams of other women who get a man from the upper class, for example the director or owner of the largest company in his city.Laela also wants to be like that.

And will make her a servant first before turning herself into a favorite wife.

Using a fancy car, not a butut bike like the one he's riding now.

Ah, a very beautiful dream, right?

Some of you dream of that too, right?