Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Common Fever

"Hot, fever." Nizam had just arrived from the mosque, immediately waking his wife up for dawn prayers. Feeling the wife's body temperature a little hotter than usual.

"La, are you sick?"Shake his wife's shoulder slowly, "Wake up! Salad just went to sleep again!"

Laela squirms trying to treat a behead that feels on the body.

A little power Nizam uses to help the body of the wife to sit, but his wife still needs a little time to restore his consciousness.

Nizam also sat behind Laela holding the body so as not to return to lying down to feel comfortable and soft in their bed.

" Just pray!" Bring again. " If you can't wudhu, tayamum is also okay."

He said again, not knowing whether Laela listened to all his words or not. because the girl's body was still drooping with her eyes tightly closed.

Heh, gini very yes have a religious husband like Nizam, no tolerance just a little. Suppose Nizam knew if his wife's prayer was still often hollow.

" I'll help you wake up!" Maybe it was impatient because Laela had not shown any signs of getting out of her sleep.

Now the body has become a burden on both hands Nizam, walking while holding Laela who is still blindfolded towards the back bathroom.

" Want me to help you?" Nizam had just put the body firmly in front of the bathroom door.

Laela shook her head, "I want to pee."

Hearing the mutter Nizam nodded his head, started to release his hands from his body and then took a few steps back.

" The door doesn't need to be locked!"

Nizam looked at the wife who passed in front of him with a face that was still wet, the girl's hands fumbling against the wall she passed.

Nizam returned to his room when he was convinced that Laela had finished her morning prayer, finding the wife still wrapped in mucena lying on top of the Long Prayer.

Nizam carried his wife's body back to the bed. There was a sense of pity tucked in his heart when he looked at that beautiful face now looked pale.

Laela's got a fever, it must've been because last night the girl let her clothes dry on the body. Not to mention the cold air and rain spots that accompany them when they go home using a motorbike.

Now he has a lot of time to pay attention to the face of the woman who has now become his makmum. The pretty face looked a little pale, sound asleep with a slightly warm body.

Just like that, yet somehow there was pain felt in the corner of his heart. Laela is like this because of her.

Conscious or not, his face was getting closer even the lips had landed smoothly on the wife's forehead.

" Mommy has a cure?" Nizam found that the mother who was at the dinner table of course I had prepared breakfast for him.

" What medicine? For whom?" Mother's movement stopped.

"Laela's fever."

Hah, it's not okay Mom already looks panicked. He immediately stepped into Nizam's room to see the state of his daughter-in-law. If this sick child's birth maybe the mother is not too panicked like this, just given medicine from the stall, In sha Allah tomorrow can play again.

But this is Laela, the girl whose parents tipped off her family, whose responsibilities might be different.

" Oh my goodness, this heat. Wait!" Back to walk out of the room with quick steps.

"There's Paracetamol but there's one." Pouring a packet of medicine that only stayed that much to Nizam.

"But Laelanya's still sleeping ma'am, hasn't eaten yet."Nizams.

" Yes, Laela is sleeping, we compress first."

"Have you eaten?"

Nizam shook his head, finding his wife ill despite just the usual fever was able to shake his concentration.

" Feed it first there and then go to the chicken coop. If you want to go home, don't forget to buy Laela's medicine." Mom pushes Nizam's back to get out of the room, letting Laela continue her rest.

It was still dawn, 05:15 Nizam had moved from the dining table. A plate of warm rice had been barbed into his stomach.

Back to the situation of the wife who is still lying in the room. His big hand was again placed on the forehead of the wife for a moment to replace the wet towel that I had put.

Laela's body temperature hasn't changed much.

" Mom, I'll take my wife first!"

"Yes, what do you think of a wife?" mother, equipped with a sneer.

At 07:00 Nizam returned home with a few shelves of eggs, running small straight to the bathroom. Not ten minutes, he came back out with a fresher and wetter body.

Sat set sat set, still with his rapid movement Nizam wearing his orange uniform, ready to go to work.

Nizam approached the wife's body, which seemed still comfortable in a dream, placing her body sitting on the side of the bed. His big hand covered all over Laela's forehead, the temperature was still the same, warm.

"La, wake up! Breakfast used to take medicine." He said as he shook the body slowly.

The girl complained, wriggling in search of a comfortable position, eyes still closed, consciousness had not yet come. Groping the side is looking for something soft that can be cuddled.

There, not only soft but also warm.

Laela slipped her hands between Nizam's arms and body.

The man just silently accepted all his wife's treatment. Although when the two hands that managed to circle on his body pulled him to lie down.

Laela further sucked her body into the arms of the husband, inhaling the smell of the body of the husband which actually made her more absorbed in the depths.

Presents heart sounds that are too uncertain due to the treatment.

Nizam remained silent, stiff.

Emmm, is this how it feels to be hugged by a woman?

Last night, he just put his hand over his wife's waist. But this morning, his wife returned more than that. The body is attached very tightly. The entire side and curves of the body even felt clear.

"La, get up!" Nizam was still trying to stay in control despite the weaker defense.

His hand was raised up and landed on the wife's head, stroking gently with an increasingly unkempt heart. Up to several times dropped dear in the pale head of Laela which was right under her chin.

"Laela, uh,…?"

The mother who just entered, looks keki himself when he found his son's position in such a state.

He felt impolite for entering his son's room without knocking on the door first.

Both hands held a tray containing breakfast for Laela.

"Eh, Laela ngigau Ma'am." Nizam is as burly as mother, trying to move on after breaking away from Laela's embrace. "I think I'm his mother!"

"It's normal if it's hot. Wake up to take a new breakfast of medicine, have you bought it?"

"There's."

"Laela," Nizam began to sit back behind Laela after she had to forcefully awaken her body" Wake up for breakfast!"

Laela blinked her eyes several times as comfort changed with shocks to her body and cheeks.

A hint of embarrassment slipped as he looked at the two people in his room who had now noticed his waking activity.

Nizam smiled, helping to sit down by putting a pillow behind Laela's back.

"How's feeling? Dizziness?"

Laela simply nodded her head while rubbing her eyes, even her life had yet to be perfectly accumulated. Stunned as Nizam put his wide hand filled on his forehead.

" Breakfast is just taking medicine!" Nizams.

"Udaaah, you go to work, it's late again. Laela let me take care of you." Mother while pulling Nizam who actually sat near Laela, but the day was getting moving.

For a moment Nizam looked at Laela who was now smiling down.

" Yes, I'm saying yes, ma'am, take Laela." Approaching the mother by reaching out for reverence.

Re-approaching Laela by touching the body and kissing the wife's forehead always moved to the lips.

Nizam immediately ran out when he realized his behavior towards Laela in front of mom.

With quick steps, hide the now messy heartbeat when remembering just now. He kissed her lips and badly before her eyes.

Oooh geeznn, what he said later to Laela after work.

Immediately put on his boots, then ran towards his motorbike as if he wanted to avoid people's gazes. It seems that at this moment he feels noticed by the entire population of the earth.

Even the provisions that had been prepared by his mother, Nizam forgot to take him.