Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Graduation Gift

Nizam entered the room using only a towel to cover his body. That sight, made Laela smile.

it looks fresher, with the remnants of water dripping in the hair and skin still moist. Especially when the sense of smell is increasingly clearly catching the aroma of soap attached.

" What are you doing?"Nizam, Laela is giggling herself.

" Go out first I want to change!" The look is still the same. Cold, no friendliness at all.

But it's okay for Laela, Nizam is always handsome in her eyes.

It was her happy day, and she wanted to celebrate it with her husband of course.

How-to? By giving her body to her husband. Let's just say this is his graduation gift.

Starting to walk closer to Nizam, a look of admiration grew more and more radiated as the steps drew closer.

Nizam retreated, and Laela's face frightened her.

Jluubian.

One swift movement from Laela until their bodies touched each other. The girl had held her hands around Nizam's neck, her head looking up looking in amazement at Nizam.

Nizam flinched, Laela was too close and this was too intimate for her.

The hesitation, when he felt Laela's body so tender on his chest, immediately pushed Laela to sit on the bed.

" Why are you so aggressive like a cheap girl?"

" You are too brave to be in contact with men. I'm not sure you're a virgin."

The annoyance when the wudhunya was actually damaged by Laela. After this he must repeat the ablution and may miss the prayer of worshipers.

Without feeling the feelings of the woman he married.

The girl's pupils are patterning. There is a sense of disbelief if the harsh words come out of the mouth of a Nizam. But unfortunately the eyes and ears directly become witnesses as well as the victim of the man.

Laela turned back only to pick up a pillow from the bed. With a quick movement then with all his might immediately threw the pillow towards Nizam. Unbelievably being said like that, his pride was still so high.

Now he no longer had to please Nizam with all his futile efforts.

He was cheap, but all he did to a Nizam. If asked why? Obviously the answer is because he loves and wants Nizam completely.

But in fact, this man did not consider him as a life partner.

Nizam even slightly staggered as he received Laela's attack as the pillow landed smoothly on his face then fell right on the leg. Quietly on the spot, a little regretful as he realized his words just now.

"Pull your words!" Laela's screams filled the room space, perhaps even having come out heard the other residents of the house.

Really not willing to get a predicate like that.

"Stttt, don't make a fuss. My mom can hear!" Nizam.

"Why?" Still with his high tone. If Nizam did not consider her a wife, he did not want to force himself. It's okay for him to part with Nizam.

It feels like his life journey is long. There is still much he wants to achieve. No need to sacrifice yourself too much for people who are not willing to do it.

"Let them know our relationship is never good?" Laela.

"Sorry." Nizam realized his words might hurt Laela, but he never thought that she would be this angry.

"Originally you know. I'm not a cheap woman like you said. I am still a virgin and have never been touched. If you don't believe it, you can prove it all. But after that you should kneel down and apologize to me!"

Glazed at length with anger emanating from the look of the eyes. It also goes up and down because of the fast hunting breath.

Shortness of feeling in the chest, the throat feels dry instantly.

Oh, come on, he has to go immediately.

Talking to Laela later he thought, as the anger began to subside. Not enough time for him to persuade, I saw adzan magrib had been heard. A quick walk towards the closet takes all his needs. Use it quickly, now heed Laela's presence in the room.

Time is too tight, especially the mood of the woman is chaotic. Walking quickly left Laela who was still sitting quietly in bed.

Without her knowing her disappearance, Laela says her things went into her suitcase.

Laela had just closed the suitcase when she heard a knock from outside, "Magrib prayer first!" Mother's voice sounded.

" I pray in my room!" The voice was no longer as cheerful as before. The mother stood before the door speechless, understanding and the state of her son's household. Laela's voice was too big not to be heard by the people of the house.

Laela went out to take ablution with her head lowered. Still had time to cross paths with mother in the kitchen did not say hello.

Now Laela has walked out by dragging her beloved suitcase after having done the magrib prayer. Stop right in front of the door, look inside the house. Does he still need to say goodbye to his mother-in-law?

Ah no, no!

Mother could have held him back and thwarted his stop action, he chose to just pass.

Half-hearted step, it's not good to go without saying goodbye. Occasionally turned back and looked into the house until finally the body had reached the door.

"Hah," Shocked when he saw Sister Nisa who also just came out of the house next door. "Sister's night, what?" His suitcase was immediately kicked so as not to be seen by his brother-in-law.

"Oooh this will take celery leaves to fry eggs. What are the nights out alone?" Annisa in her hand had some celery leaves and a knife.

"Ooh happened to be told to ask celery leaves are also the same mother." Still smiling covered a troubled heart.

It's smart to look for excuses even when it's critical like this.

In her heart pray, may her pink suitcase not be seen in Nisa's eyes. If not, he must re-twist his brain to find a reason for the existence of the large suitcase in front of the house.

They stood on their respective terraces with a wall fence barrier.

"Yes, take this." Nisa reached out to the top of the fence with a few leaves of celery clutched.

Laela reached out with her brother-in-law's hand, perhaps the last she thought. The face continues to smile, even though the heart feels anxious. "Thank you brother." Wiggling hands showed Nisa.

"Yes, you've come in and it's getting cold too. I also want to go in, fry eggs for my beloved brother hehehehe." The pregnant woman had moved in and closed the door of her house, leaving Laela, who was now glued alone on the porch.

Her husband's family was all good to her. The face that was smiling forcedly now again showed a true look.

Be safe!

Standing facing the door, "Sorry ma'am, I'm selling mom's name."

"I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you either."

"Sir Nisa also thanks, and sorry!" Turn back towards the house next door.

Now that the body has looked at the street before him, the hand again grasps the handle of his beloved suitcase.

Maybe his dream of becoming Nizam's wife did not materialize, changing his dream to become a career woman with a proud job and high salary.

Happy new life Laela!

Spirit, you can definitely get through it!

Those words he spoke to himself. Begin to step forward, the ideals await.