Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
When the Feet Step

Laela taps into her own stupidity. Too much a slave to Nizam's love, he even accidentally did not take his motorbike at home in the hope that Nizam would always take him wherever he went.

Sitting in the back seat with her hands coiled around her husband's body while enjoying the ride, leaving her hair in the night breeze.

And finally now, can only use the foot as a means of transportation.

Aaaah a futile struggle of love.

Once several times looking back, fatigue can blow doubt in the heart. Whether to walk forward to achieve his goals, or back to back trying to be a good wife for Nizam.

In fact his love for Nizam is still very big, even though the man has hurt his heart with harsh words. Hoping back there Nizam regretted all his words.

The mind starts to get confused.

Ck, that's stupid. Laela goes on, as you reach your goal of becoming a career woman, and when that happens, a lot of love will come to you!

Back walk on the asphalt by pulling a beloved pink suitcase.

While there.

Annisa knocks on the door of her mother's house, half a banana comb in hand to hand over to her family.

Nisa shook her head when she saw the celery leaves that Iya from earlier was actually in the chair.

" Father boy," he said as he shook his head, he thought Laela might have forgotten.

Annisa opened an unlocked door. Keep walking into the house, find the mother who is struggling alone in the kitchen while preparing dinner.

Nizam and father must still be in the mosque while waiting for Isya's time.

"Where's Laela Ma?" Just put a banana on the table.

"Not been out since magrib." Mom just turned her head back for a moment to walk to prepare four empty plates.

" How come, I said you asked for celery?" The forehead creased, beginning to be confused.

"Engkaaa. I was angry with Nizam. Ck, Nizam too," Shakes the head slowly. He had spoken to his son several times, but Nizam was silent. And now Laela's patience may be on the threshold.

"Please advise your sister. He doesn't seem to have accepted Laela." Mother said as she whispered fear if it sounded Laela who she thought was calming down in the room.

"Now try you to go to her room, persuade Laela."

Nisa no longer asked, immediately turned towards the room of the sister who said inside there was Laela. I don't know why something stuck in his brain.

Knock on the door slowly, "La, Laela, open the door first deck!"

Back knocking on the door, when some time did not find an answer from inside.

"La, you're inside, right?"

The mind began to get confused, with various options. "Laela, sister Nisa come in!"

Still no answer, making Nisa ventured to open the door of the room.

Empty, Laela's not there.

"Cameleon. Laela." Started to raise the voice, somehow his mind grew increasingly confused.

"Buuuu," Accelerate the step back to the kitchen.

"Laela doesn't exist, buuuu." His face was straight. What if Laela left their home, that's what she's thinking now.

"Nothing how?" The hand just stopped moving.

"Laela ran away, ma'am, Laela ran away. That was him lying, when he said he was told to ask for celery leaves with mom. surely it was when he wanted to run away but look at me in front."

"Ck, Laela-Laela why do you like to run away all the time? I can talk about it well."

Mom is petrified, memories soar when Nizam finds Laela who apparently ran away from home. What if Laela really did run away from home again? What should he tell Laela's family later?

" O Allah Nis what should I say to you? We can't take good care of Laela!"

Annisa just fell silent, letting her hand swing due to the mother's shock. He was thinking the same thing as his mother.

" Call Nizam! Tell him to come home now!"

Ah yes Nizam, Nisa just moved after remembering the figure.

" Slowly, don't run Nisa, remember you're pregnant!" Still remember the condition of his daughter who ran straight away when she heard his orders.

"Yes ma'am."

Anisa walked a little slowly, wanting her to run as hard as she could to remember Laela. Feelings really scared. The distance between the mother's house and the mosque which is only a few meters feels even further now. All because of panic.

Ignoring the questions that are thrown when other residents see and try to greet him. Just raise your hand while continuing to move quickly to the goal.

In front of the mosque Nisa began to extend her neck so that she could immediately see the figure of her sister.

"Where is nizam?" Ask one of the young people in their village.

"Don't know if I've just come too, want to be called?" Said the young man.

" Yes, say it's important!" His panicked face could no longer cover up, making the man nod then immediately run into the mosque.

Annisa continued to extend her neck, looking to the left right side of the mosque, perhaps finding Nizam out for ablution.

" Why brother?"Nizams.

"Let's go home!" Nisa just pulled Nizam's hand out of the mosque.

" Eh uh uh just a moment Isya." Nizam held back their steps.

" It's important!"

" Current Zam!"

Nizam still held back as Nisa approached and whispered, "Laela go, I tell her to look!"

Nizam gawked, there was a sense of disbelief. She left Laela, who was still angry in her room. Remember how he discovered Laela used to be able to be a justification for her sister's words. Guilt covers him now.

Nizam stepped foot when Annisa pulled her hand back.

Nisa easily pulled the hand of her sister who was much taller but seemed to have limp.

"Nizam, O Allah Zam. Laelaa stopped by Zam, Laela stopped by Zam." The mother welcomed her two children with short breaths. Since Nisa's departure to the mosque, he still continues to search for Laela's whereabouts in the house.

" O Allah Nizam, where is your wife?"

"What did mom say? Already avoiding your wife, Laela must also have a limit of patience. Right now, his patience must be running out and he's leaving us."

"O Allah Nizam, what should you tell the Laela family?"

The man continued to step into his room hoping that Laela would still be sitting where she had left off. Ignoring the babbling mother while occasionally hitting her shoulders.

Opening the door of the room, the first glance fell on their bed.

There aren't. Laela was no longer sitting there.

The laela?

His instincts brought his feet up and walked into the closet, where the clothes were stored.

Looking for Laela's clothes that weren't there either? Some of the woman's clothes were no longer there.

True Laela left, left her.