Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Risk of Imam's Son-in-law

After that the whole group returned to the party arena with a fresher face after washing the face with water in a series of ablutions.

The drama doesn't stop here. And now the bride is the target of Nizam.

The woman was reluctant to ablaze with reasons dear to make up and clothes full of kempongan.

"Wouldn't let me pray first?" Ask Nizam who sat himself on the side of the bed.

"What are you doing again in the way? Egak right?" Nizam's guess is true, the woman is just lazy.

"It was just a prayer. This is my wedding!" Laela said. Nizam was crueler to him than his father. He was only told to pray.

"Where will my make up?"

"It can be re-dressed."

Ck, Nizam too lightly responded to this matter. The man didn't know, had to wait a while while this polished face-it.

By being forced to call back the man who had dressed the bride at dawn. All change clothes with other color models, so that there is a reason for guests who ask where the bride is.

"Wudhunya is guarded so that the ashar is not confused anymore!"

"Hemmmmmmmmm," Thoughtfully long, signifying annoyance.

"Don't greet a male guest!" Nizam again.

Ck, so possessive.

In Laela's heart smiled. Nizam's possessiveness signifies love, right?

Even though reality is not like that. As Nizam told Laela before to guard the ablution.

The other family could only remain silent, no longer protest even though they were very anxious.

Until the time changed night, leaving a sense of fatigue on all of them.

With the newlywed couple.

There is nothing special on a night that should be special for them. Flat, even though the heart is racing with irregular.

Confused about what they should do next.

Laela went into the room first to rest the body.

Meanwhile, Nizam, entered the same room after previously joining the men from this family for introduction and familiarization.

"La," he said as he slowly shook Laela's shoulders. "Sheesh yuk!"

"Aren't you?"

Laela was confused herself, not a day with Nizam, she had been told to pray several times.

"Two worshipers are like me!"

"Wedlock's sunnah prayer."

With a force, Laela stood up. Putting aside a body that feels very bad.

Standing behind Nizam, for some reason it feels like there is a peace of its own that is present in the heart. Awe is growing even though it has been upset because it considers the man too stiff.

It even feels like crying.

Especially when Nizam turned around to reach out his hand right in front of him. Solemnly, Laela greeted, kissing the back of her husband's hand.

And this time he was no longer able to hold the clear water point that drove through the corner of his eye as Nizam advanced his face, slowly but felt so deep.

Eyes closed about to sink in. His heart said, if Nizam starts to love himself.

"Udah!" Nizam smiled at him.

"Delighted! Do my hands smell good?"

Heh, sorry that he was moved.

Finally the two newlyweds closed the night by sleeping on their backs.

Laela was led to Nizam's house to have a simple party for the man's family and neighbors.

"Hi sister-in-law!" A hijab-wearing young girl greeted him. "I know my sister bang Nizam."

Laela also reached out to welcome the girl. "Whose name are you?"

"My name is a lot of brother. At home, it's called Miyah, but at school it's called Salsa."

"Whose full name are you?" Laela.

"My name is Salsabila Islamiyah, brother,"

Laela nodded her head, "Beautiful."

Naturally, her brother was that handsome.

Salsabila Islamiyah, her name is also beautiful and long. Her husband also has a nice and long name, Fahrezi Nizam. Her father-in-law was good at giving names to his children.

Unlike his father who is economical in giving names. Short and according to him will soon be due.

His name only has a single syllable, Nur Laela. Even if you want to extend it can only use the name of the father behind him, H. Mohammed Anas.

His brother is the same, Mansyur. That's it already.

The party is over.

The house has been cleaned of all kinds of perhiasana. No more tents with curtains dangling with imitation flowers that adorn. All the families have returned to their original places.

All have returned to his place, except for Nurlaela.

Since the party at Nizam's house, he had only once returned home just to take his clothes. I don't know why he looks so excited to stay at Nizam's house.

In her own home she became a princess, whose desires were fulfilled by her father. Never jumped into the kitchen, because the father hired a neighbor to help the family's daily needs.

At dawn, Nizam was enjoying his breakfast after returning from the mosque. And after that the young man returned to his previous habits, feeding his chickens. Put the chicken in Ridho, a neighbor of his chicken coop during the wedding.

"Laela's awake?" Ask mom when she just spooned the white rice that was still steaming the smoke onto the plate.

"Still sleeping." Nizams.

"Why not build?"

"Udah, but it's hard." Nizam had spooned the rice into his mouth.

"You wake up again! He hasn't prayed."

"Ck, late ma'am. Wake up on your own!" Might have missed his chickens. Did you think about how the chicken was there? How many eggs have been produced after three days of not visiting.

"She's already your wife, she's already your dependant. You'll be held accountable one day for everything your wife does."

"Heh," Exhales while washing hands on a small bowl. "Muscled to get married, but take care of yourself is not too becus let alone take care of the husband." He said as he passed, returning to the room.

"Heh, wake!" He said as he shook Laela's shoulder. Don't expect it to be gentle, because it won't wake the girl. It seemed like Laela had revealed her true nature little by little.

"Would you wake up?" Still shaking his wife's shoulder.

"Heh, do you want to get up on your own or,....?" Kali pulls the hands placing on both her waist.

Ck, clucked before grabbing onto Laela's body in her sling. Walking while carrying the body of Laela who had just moaned, put his hands on Nizam's neck when he felt his body lift.

Passing through the mother just like that who was only able to shake his head, for some reason which.

BUKS.

"Wake up!"