Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
The Weight of Being a Husband

The door of the room opened slowly, very slowly so that the sound did not interfere in the room that was sleeping.

Laela went into the room with a stoop. In bed there Nizam fell asleep very soundly after the alert rations last night.

Go up to the bed very carefully, trying not to cause sound or movement that is too. He lay on his side and faced Nizam. The right time to enjoy the view on the husband as much.

Look at the shape of Nizam's face carefully and deeply. Thick eyebrows and tanned skin, adding to the tough impression his father had told him before. The outstretched hand punched that nose with his forefinger. Returning to pull the hand, afraid that the pressure he was doing was felt by the man.

Put both hands under the cheeks so that they are no longer naughty. Let the eyes alone enjoy this beauty, a smile did not fade from earlier.

He thought Nizam was sleeping with a riot or snoring like his father's sleeping style, in fact not. How can a man sleep quietly like Nizam?

"It's so handsome!" Mumbled.

I have admired that handsome face ever since I met you. Ah he meant, when he saw clearly Nizam's face while wearing his coco shirt.

The face that made her do such a foolish thing in order to have this handsome man.

Also fall asleep, even though the day is not right. And he was lucky to wake up before Nizam opened his eyes. Although hesitant, but one kiss dear he managed to land on the cheek.

Convincing in the heart, if everything he did is not wrong because they are a couple. move slowly.

The next day, Laela came back in after believing Nizam was sound. Again, get in and get on the bed slowly. This time do not want to steal a kiss, if it can be more than that. Grabbing Nizam's hand, carrying only in arms.

Eeeemmmm, the remains of the perfume are still attached to that tough body. Makes Laela feel at home hugging even if only her arms. And the mission succeeds, waking up before Nizam realizes his existence.

Ck, gini really want to be pampered with her own husband. Time has to hide.

The grunt in the heart. But what he did he was not too brave to touch the man blatantly.

Looking for luck the next day. Continue to raise the level of physical contact between them. This time Laela tried to get into the arms of her husband. Make Nizam's arm as and body as a bolster.

The smell was more real if it was this close. Bringing Laela, enter in the most beautiful and deep dream. Sinks into white clouds, soft and tender. It's too beautiful to just walk through.

So beautiful, to forget to wake up before Nizam realized his existence.

Long enough to bear the head of Laela made the arm a little sore and sore.

"What are you doing?" Nizam's voice, shocking.

Stomping, for Laela to step away from her arm.

Laela was a little excited, waking up and sitting with her head turned to the left right. Restores consciousness that is forcibly snatched due to shouting. But while thinking, what reason should he use.

"Pantes and pegel?" Nizam while massaging his left arm, an annoyed look was bestowed on Laela.

As he remembered, yesterday also felt the same ache, probably because of Laela too.

"Sorry, I overslept Brother." Scratching your head while grimacing. Shame to interfere fear feel now.

"There's a pillow. Don't wear my arm too. Heh." Choosing to move, half the lives that are still flying are forced back into the body.

Feel the sleepiness disappear instantly.

Ck, that's really bad. Just sleeping in.

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"Sister." Laila said hello, thrusting a white envelope on Nizam.

"Why?" Not that Nizam was asking.

"It!" Back to the white envelope. Nizam welcomed, albeit with a confused look.

"This what?" Still asking too.

" A graduation invitation for student guardians!" Laela.

There was probably nothing he could be proud of in Nizam. He was not an exemplary student with the highest marks to be presented in front of the stage. But with the presence of Nizam, he can boast of the man to his friends. Hihihihi, crazy.

Nizam nodded in understanding.

" What college courses?" Given that Laela belongs to an educated family, it is impossible for her not to continue school to the next level just for the reason of being married.

" Management accounting."

" Can you?" Nizam shrinks the eye, the accounting department must be smart to calculate and feel at home to see the ranks of numbers.

"meaning?" Laela tickled. Only so, but it looks like Nizam underestimated himself.

" Eh no no. I mean what teacher department?" Knowing that his wife was offended, this time Nizam spoke softly. So it doesn't taste good.

" How does your brother want?"

"I want my wife to be a teacher." Nizam expressed his dream first that he did not want to be able to achieve. Desire that is constrained due to cost issues. Registering as an orange team only uses his High School diploma only.

And now that ideal is thrown at the wife.

" I want to work in the office." Laela downcast.

Fighting a handsome husband like Nizam is impossible, but it can still persuade right?

The face was set as sad as possible, hoping that Nizam would be destroyed, immediately agreeing with his wishes. He could not fulfill the wishes of Nizam, anyway all this time the man did not pay too much attention to everything about him.

Shadow of being a career woman indeed long ago. Work in a multi-storey building using a super tight blouse and skirt span, complete with heels that will make itself look taller and ****!.

his fault, why choose an Imam to be a companion of his life that certainly will not approve of his wishes.

"Yes already!" Nizam turned around directly leaving Laela just like that. They are not too familiar, it is not good if Nizam has to impose his own desires. Moreover, Nizam had never given his wife any living.

"What is it?" Laela gasps.

In his mind imagining if Nizam wanted to persuade him first, it was not.

Looking at the door that had just been closed with pursed lips, annoyed. Again Nizam left himself, even before the discussion between them was over.

Puuffxt.

Still at home looking at the closed door, with faces resting in both hands hoping Nizam would come back in and continue their conversation. But until he broke up, the man did not look back.

" What brother?" Now Laela approached Nizam who was sipping hot black coffee. It wasn't hers, but it was still mother-made. Wash the dishes every time after eating.

" When's the schedule?"

" Saturday the 26th."

Nizam stood up, stepping closer to the wall calendar with a picture of one of the Party figures.

"I take care of the morning!" Say it before you go from there.

"So?" Laela was still trailing behind him.

"Let's just Mom." Hand the white envelope to my mother.

Laela pouted hearing her husband's words. Same as lying!

Mending told Dad that must have come in his service clothes. Or her mother, who may have a slightly classy appearance and aura more than her mother-in-law who is less familiar with the outside world.

" How long do you keep avoiding Laela?" I asked after Nizam's wife. And with a very bright voice. She did not want her daughter-in-law to hear their conversation. It might make the woman offended and hurt.

I have long wanted to ask Nizam this question, waiting for the right time. But the right word did not come, because Laela was always at home.

"I'm not ready, Mom!" Spoken equally softly and with the head lowered.

He knows what mother means. He avoided the beautiful girl who was his wife.

He realized that this was the wrong thing.

"Who is it when?"

" 25 is ready. Especially those of you who have got a regular job. Just your friends, there's been a lot of carrying children."

Actually, it's not the time that Nizam isn't ready, but the woman. "Laela's a kid too, she wants to go to college."

" Many women who are pregnant but still able to move as usual. I'm sure that's not why."

"Laela's not my type." Nizam looked down even more when he said that. Wrong, but what is said

"The fool is a divine secret. We can only accept and be grateful for all that is given."

"God brought you to a girl like your wife not without cause. Maybe God wants you to be a good teacher and guide for him."

"You may not like something when it is good for you, and you may like something, when it is not good for you. God knows, and you do not know."

"Like it or not, God will hold you accountable as a husband."

A series of tips from the mother only he listened with his head bowed.

Everything my mother said was true.

The weight of being a husband now he feels. Especially for a Laela, many things are not in accordance with her wishes. Even the girl did not close the aura when she left the house.

Should he force?