Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Persuading Laela

On the terrace of the house there are Mansyur, mother and father as well as sister Nisa and her husband. All waiting for the presence of Nizam who brought Laela back home. Stand up when you know Nizam's motorbike that is approaching.

Laela immediately ran, choosing to hit her older sister who also showed a look of worry.

" Change first, you must be cold!" The gentle rubbing he felt on his head, his body was even still wearing a wet coat. The mother who came closer was even more worried than the others.

Mansyur nodded, distancing himself for the sake of looking at his beloved sister. Too spoiled by the Laela family even sulked despite being in the middle of her husband's family.

" It opens first!" Mansyur after pulling the zipper of his raining suit.

Laela just silently accepted all the treatment of the people who had now surrounded her.

Shame in fact, let alone just a month of joining this family. But how else, his spoiled and selfish nature still prevails.

" Change clothes first!" Pinta mother gently, The girl still lowered her head reluctantly to show her face.

" May I speak to my sister first!" Mansyur could guess what was on his sister's mind.

" We have come home! You should rest at night too!" It was the voice of the husband of Sister Nisa who while stroking the wife's shoulder slowly.

Sister Nisa also nodded, "Laela, Brother go home first huh? You just rest first, if there's anything to say with brother, don't be ashamed." The husband who was at the side still stroked her shoulders. Hinted that the woman would not have to worry anymore.

" Yes, he said it inside!" Mother began to lead Mansyur to bring Laela into the house.

" Sir, Laela has her sister Nizam as well." pity also when he saw the tired face that emanated on the middle-aged man's face.

"Zam, I want to talk to my sister first, okay?" said Mansyur though not happy when Nizam who just entered joined them in the living room.

No need to wait long Nizam finally stood up to let the two brothers just the two, not forgetting to drag the suitcase belonging to Laela to be brought into the room.

He reappeared with the towel he handed Laela. It was precisely Mansyur who grabbed and put a towel on his sister's wet hair. " Thank you!" He then nodded his head towards Nizam.

Rough gusts are now heard from Mansyur who still faithfully helps dry his sister's hair with a towel. Now they both sit in the living room.

"You're a big, uh not a big one anymore but an adult, married again!" Emphasis in the last sentence.

Laela closed her eyes very tightly, if she opened her eyes, the eyeball would turn around listening to her brother's babble, "very big boy!" That word he could only speak in his heart.

"All your husband's family was worried about you. Your daughter-in-law even had a cry earlier so worried about her. Your father-in-law, not quiet at home, has been pacing around asking you about the people he meets."

The sentence stopped when the mother came up with a tray containing two glasses of ginger tea that had been added with honey and lime.

" Thank you Mom, I'm sorry to bother you!" Mansyur feels sad, it feels his sister is too troublesome this family.

" No hassle, Laela is already a mother-in-law. Laela's drinking your tea, it's good to warm up." Mother moved back after getting a head freight from Laela.

" Look, your in-laws are so good!"

Laela kept her head down listening to her sister's babble. If they were at home, he would prefer to go into the room and lock the meeting, so that no one would bother him until tomorrow morning.

"You asked to marry Nizam yourself. You're the one who told me that Nizam would marry you. You yourself chose to stay here, you should also be able to take responsibility for this marriage that you want."

" Duh use the talk again do not know if the eyes are sleepy gini pegel tired of knowing to sleep."

Laela could only grumble inwardly, refraining from making a sound. It is not funny also just a month of living here the attitude of his true nature is immediately visible.

What if Nizam who knows his true nature, more embarrassed also later he.

" What do you want now?" It's free to talk at length, if his sister doesn't listen well.

Laela still lowered her head reluctantly to answer. Actually, he was also dizzy to make a decision.

" You want to go home?"

Laela clasped her head, maybe that's what she wanted right now, Tranquility.

Being at home alone, he can shut himself up and do as he pleases in his room.

" What about Nizam? What if you're pregnant?" The tone was as low as possible, a little embarrassed as he asked that, but it was undeniable this was the one he was afraid of. Imagine when her sister actually separated from her husband in a state of great pregnancy.

Who will be ashamed?

All to be sure, his family and his sister's husband's family as well.

" We never did that. He always avoids me, Maybe he really hates me Brother." lirih Laela, even lower his head.

Very tired when remembering this. The man she loved never gave her feelings.

Back Mansyur exhaled his loud breath. There was a little relief, but even a little pain when he heard this explanation of his sister.

Since the first time, Nizam has shown his feelings for Laela. The man wanted to marry Laela because of this fabricated incident by his younger sister.

Now who will be blamed for this.

He could not just blame Nizam, love could not be forced.

Maybe he should bring his sister home. How-to? For sure he had to thicken his face talking to Laela's husband's family.

" We're home, but I want you to ask your husband's family for permission! Can you?"

Laela did not answer. How could she ask permission from her husband's family after this incident. Shame for sure?

" You take your things, let me talk to your in-laws and your husband." Mansyur could read his sister's thoughts. A spoiled sister who sometimes does as she pleases, but is reluctant to take responsibility.

Laela starts to move into the room to pick up her beloved suitcase.

" Huh?" When he passed by Nizam who had changed his wet clothes earlier. Laela just nodded her head answering the question.

" Change clothes first! You can get sick if you wear wet clothes!"

Now it was Nizam's turn to talk to Mansyur. Just wanted to apologize, for not taking good care of Laela.

" Drink Brother!" Nizam just sat in front of Mansyur.

" Yes thanks Zam. Sorry my sister is troubling you."

" No pa-pa." Ganged words. Maybe Laela hasn't told her the truth about her sister.

Nizam rounded his eyes full, as Indra heard his hearing again hear the small wheels located under the suitcase back spinning rubbing against the floor.

"How come?"