Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Graduations

"Sir Nizaaaam!" There, Laela called out to her husband in a loud voice while waving her hands. Using a gray white uniform, a white hijab that is only used during school hours only.

Some students also stood near the school gate waiting for the arrival of their respective Guardians.

Laela ran slowly towards Nizam with open arms. Directly into the deck when the body has reached, may miss. This morning we went out together with a piggy bank.

"Eh, don't think so! Shame on seeing a lot of people." Nizam gasped, pushing Laela's shoulder slowly.

Laela took off, looking at Nizam with a spoiled smile.

All right, don't hug when in public, that's what he caught from Nizam's rejection just now. At home, he thought.

Turning to hug the arms, occasionally leaning the head still with a spoiled look. Walk towards the line there.

" This is my husband!" He spoke to some of the students and teachers they met.

"Via, know this is my husband!" Still with a smile sumringah showed off Nizam who was present in her orange uniform.

A tall upright body, being one very striking sighting amidst the other invited guests. Nizam was only allowed a few hours to fulfill the invitation given at that time.

"Not to be known, already know the time you were married." Novia, smile when she sees a friend who was once a rival. Relieved, Rezky remains safe as his lover, not so be betrothed to Laela because the girl turned out to have married first.

Introduced to a girl, Nizam only cupped both hands in front of his chest.

"Iiihhhh, you know that your wife is jealous, does not want to touch another girl." He said to Nizam, still showing a spoiled smile.

You're wrong Laela. Nizam is like that, do not want to interact too much with those who are not mahramnya, even long before you are married. Except in terms of work. Don't get a big head first!

Started to walk, looking for a seat for them. On the way to the seat, Laela continued to struggle in the arms of her husband.

Several times Nizam had to hold his breath with an irregular heartbeat as his sturdy arm grabbed, nudging the wife's chewy object.

Several times also wanted to break his arms from Laela, but the girl seemed reluctant to take off or stay away.

" Don't be ashamed of people!" The rejection was heard several times. But it only lasted no more than five minutes, until Laela again grabbed hold of his arm.

Nizam resigned, it was not good if he always refused the wife in front of the girl's friends. If allowed to be honest, Nizam is uncomfortable with Laela's attitude like this. Did the girl not feel their bodies clashing and rubbing against each other? Or are you used to it like this? With who anyway?

Back Home, with Laela sitting behind him with both hands coiled in Nizam's belly. Again, making Nizam occasionally grimace to hold the taste that feels mixed in there.

Distaste, shame but able to vibrate the nerves in the body. Nizam's rejection that is not too moment in front of many people, makes Laela seem to get a lot of gaps to be able to get close to her husband.

An opportunity that cannot be passed. Approaching, embracing, hugging and indulging - things he had long craved when he met Nizam.

Finished driving Laela, Nizam returned to work.

Returning home, Laela had been waiting in front of the house with a beautiful and charming smile.

"Adduuuhhh. Laela, how was it?" Still trying to break the hand of Laela who is still struggling with him, even though he just arrived home. "Clear to know."

Laela was still smiling, continuing to follow Nizam to the bathroom. First take a towel to hand over to Nizam. Trying to do her job as a wife.

Receiving the treatment, Nizam squinted his eyes at the sight. Strange feeling. But still accept after it has passed.

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Nizam knocked on the door of the mother's room very slowly when everyone had entered into the dreamland.

"Mom,... Mum, um,...." Calling very slowly, afraid to disturb other residents. The other one here is Laela.

"Sir,... Mister,...."

The open door of the room featured the mother with a sleepy look. "Why Zam?"

"Home lock?" With his hands up. Tumben once all the house door locks are not installed in place.

"Mother save. You go back to your room." The door would be closed again, but Nizam held back with a confused look.

"I'm going to the mosque ma'am." Her speech.

"Until when is Zam?" Mother still spoke softly with emphasis. It feels like letting Nizam with his habit is like threatening a household that has just stood without the foundation of love.

Not forbidding to run the sunnah, but Nizam actually left his duty as a husband.

Nizam was silent, unable to answer. He didn't know when to avoid his wife. Moreover Laela looked more aggressive than before, making her a little scared.

"Go back to your room. Don't avoid it anymore! Night prayers can still be at home!" The door was closed, leaving Nizam standing in front of the door. Confused what to do now?

Walk into the living room, drop the body on the sofa then turn on the tv just to drive away the quiet.

Lose a body that is really tired. He should sleep well after a day of using the body for a living. In fact, the brain does not seem to allow you to rest faster.

Almost midnight, drowsiness really attacked but was held back when he heard the creaking of the door from the direction of his room.

"Sir, why sleep there?" Laela's hoarse voice sounded. Nizam raised the arm that used to close his eyes. Looking at Laela who was rubbing her eyes was standing near her feet.

Don't know the woman, if Nizam never fell asleep until dawn next to her.

"Why not go to the room? It's late tomorrow, it's still work." He patted his feet and told him to get up.

"Why awake?" He asked, even though he was reluctant to move.

"You peed." Laela started to turn around, "want to drink too."

Nizam had peeked at Laela's back which was walking in dimness.

Back to remembering the pieces of mother's advice.

"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."

As much prayer was said in her prostration, Laela remained the answer.

Laela is his soul mate.

Laela was created from her crooked ribs, and she had to be patient to straighten them out.

" So, you go into the room! it's cold in here." Laela's voice roused her from delusion.

Nodding, "You go first!"

Letting Laela first go into their room. for some time she was still sitting on the sofa, letting Laela sink into her depths.

Lying back very slowly did not want to disturb the calmness of Laela. Nizam was jolted when Laela actually hugged him from behind. she thought the girl had fallen asleep in fact did not. Laela is waiting for Nizam.

Nizam let go of the hand slowly, "I'm sleepy, tired" he said.

" It's just a hug." The hoarse voice signaled Laela was so restrained by drowsiness.

"Silk La," with a little emphasis hopes that Laela understands and does not push her again.

Sure enough, the hug slipped. Still feeling the movement behind her, maybe Laela went back into place or looking for a position to sleep in.

Be safe! At least for tonight.