Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Under the Rain Spot

" If she wasn't among us, would you still want to continue the Marriage?" Rizkiy.

What does it mean Try?

" I'm married!" Said while looking down.

It felt like this man had other intentions from every single one of his words. Laela is not a person who is too stupid and innocent in interpreting all the actions and words of men. And now he feels marriage is right for him.

" then how can you be here alone? while carrying another suitcase?" rizki's words seemed to corner him.

she had to say she was running away from her husband's house.

Heh, man,

I don't know why Nizam's current presence is as he expected. He would run, run and hug and introduce Nizam to Rizki. It won't matter though Nizam will reject her later.

Laela lowered her head, the gaze of the man there felt deep penetrating to the heart.

Misbehave and groggy himself now.

Pick to get up and step near a window and open it. However being in a room with a man still leaves a fear for him.

DUARR....

Again the sound of lightning surprised him, maybe the sky was harvesting up there.

Laela flinched again, closing her ears and both hands, her body crouching under the window.

" Don't come any closer!" When he heard the chair's legs shifting, then followed by footsteps approaching.

Somehow he became increasingly afraid along with the man.Even the heartbeat felt very tight.

Laela continued to curl up, letting the raindrops reflected from the window greet her body.

"La?"

Laela even stretched out one hand towards Rizky, hoping that the man would stop and no longer approach her.

What if the man took a chance with all these situations. A dim room with only a cell phone flashlight. The sound of rain would definitely disguise his screams. Coupled with his strength which is definitely nothing with the power possessed by Rizki.

What is Laela thinking now?

How was his fate after this?

"La, are you okay?" Rizky could only stand from a safe distance. Can't get close when he saw the woman was scared of him.

"La, Laela."

That sound? ah Laela shook her head, perhaps her fear was too great that the voice she had been afraid of changed into the voice of the man she so desperately hoped for her presence to be.

"La."

Laela flinched, stunting herself even more. Especially when he felt a pair of hands had been on his shoulders.

"Laela, it's me!" Now someone was shaking his body slowly with both hands coiled around his body. "Laela it's me Nizam, your husband."

Laela opened her eyes, not raising her head. Installing his auditory senses well, waiting for the person to make a sound again.

"La, I'm sorry!" His body now seemed to be in someone's arms.

Hemmm, this smell? A fragrance she misses every day. Fragrance that always calls and makes him want to get closer to the owner of the body.

Laela began to dare to raise her head to see the figure who was hugging her. Although vague, He knew and with complete confidence that the man was Nizam.

"Sister," he said before tears flooded his cheeks. Put your hands around the husband's waist.

There was Nizam who was crouching next to him wearing a wet coat, making the girl dare to let out her crying voice, breaking the feeling of fear that had been enveloping.

" I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Nizam continued to chant those words while closely approaching the wife.

Nizam is only able to bite the lower lip to withstand the pain that seemed to hit himself. Letting Laela continue to shed tears in her arms. As a husband, it should be a shield that can protect his wife. Don't shut up and let him go in this kind of rage.

Laela's cries began to subside, as the rain was falling out there.

" We're going home!" Nizam began to persuade.

honestly, he was not clever and not used to string words to persuade a woman, but now he really had to rack his brain so that Laela would come with him.

" Sister Mansyur is waiting at home!"

" Sister is home?" Laela began to raise her head looking at Nizam as if looking for a justification.

Nizam nodded his head while slightly smiling trying to melt the atmosphere.

And they started to rise, and,

"Thou shaw!" Complain Laela, not so straighten the body.

"Why?" Nizam lowered his head, his hands still around his wife.

"Tomorrow."

"You got carried?"

Laela shook her head quickly. Especially this? Though he only needs a little time to eliminate a little cramping in the legs due to too long squatting.

He is more ashamed now. Being frightened and curled up under the window alone had already embarrassed him to death. How will he face Nizam after this?

" Slow the road!" Nizam continued to embrace and guide until he got out of the empty house.

She took off the raincoat she was wearing and put it on Laela.

" What is my brother wearing?" Laela.

"No papa, I'm ordinary."

Again made Laela embarrassed mixed with bad taste.

"So, I can hide in the back."

Though the raincoat has been installed perfectly following the head cover. Nizam just smiled as he rubbed his little wife's head slowly.

Turning towards Rizki, two fists met. " Thanks!"

"No problem!" Rizkiy. " I also want to walk, Before the rain comes back."

Finally the three people left the empty house as the water spilling from the sky began to diminish.

Laela tightened her arms, trying to wrap Nizam's body around her. At least not too exposed to rain.

The motor began to run slowly, along with through the raindrop that seemed to allow them to pass. The cold of the night seemed to pierce the skin. Nizam's face was wet with the drizzling rain.

They began to enter the village area, there are already some people who use umbrellas as protection from drizzling rain. And some just wrap themselves in a sheath. Laela's departure had horrendous residents.

" Thank God Laela has met!"

"Like to run!"

The sound was heard filling the space with both of them.

Nizam was riding a motorcycle slowly entering the streets of the village, until he arrived at his yard.

Put down Laela's suitcase that was stored in front of her. Letting Laela enter first met her older brother who had reached her house first.

Mansyur who first got the news about the existence of Laela from Rizky. Telling Nizam who turned out to be closer than that location, he finally continued the journey to the house owned by the husband of his youngest brother. Let's just wait here for the beloved sister who likes to make her own decisions regardless of others.

While Nizam himself turned around only to thank the villagers who were worried about his wife.