Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
It should be Love

"It's healed?"

Nizam Just got home from work to find Laela sitting in front of the TV with a glass of warm tea and a plate of fried bananas. Do not forget the palm is put back on the forehead of the wife to ensure Laela's condition is fine.

"Just come home Zam?" My mother just came out of the kitchen.

"Yes ma'am, it was chicken. I'll take a shower!" Turning to Laela, after answering her mother's question, it was as if she had now asked his wife for permission.

Just a few minutes later, he returned with a fresh body.

At the table had grown a glass of warm tea, and it was definitely for him.

" Is it okay?" Ask Laela again. "Not dizzy anymore?"

Laela smiled. Should I be grateful? Because after running away from home last night his relationship with Nizam is getting closer. And Nizam is getting more and more attentive to her, though maybe it's for the reason of her pain.

Return to night with sleep on the same bed. But something was different from the previous night. Nizam didn't want to run away from there.

The heart beats faster than usual.

The brain turns to think about what else they will do after this?

If the night had just passed without disturbing the feelings and work of the heart, maybe it would have been better.

Nizam still turned his back on Laela, though curiosity made him want to turn around and look at what his wife was doing at the moment. Yes, sleep, what else?

Maybe that's not the reason.

It felt increasingly uncomfortable to no longer be able to resist turning around to look at the wife.

In fact, Laela continued to look at him even though it was just her back.

"You haven't slept?" Nizam tried very stale pleasantries.

Although in the dim light from the outside lights, he could still see the radiance of Laela's eyes that were also staring at him.

"Why? Dizziness again?" Ask again. Putting back the palms to check Laela's body temperature.

Laela just smiled, her husband was too stiff.

And again able to make the heart work harder is not because.

"So why aren't you sleeping?" Ask back.

"I can't sleep, I'm not sleepy. You?"

"Sama, can't sleep either. Actually sleepy but still dizzy." Laela's reply made her put her hand back on her forehead.

"It's not hot? Still sore?" Nizams.

"Dizziness thinkin brother, hihihihi."

Nizam smiled, although he did not know where the funny impression was from. "Why do you think of me?"

"Indeed every night I think big brother, can't I?" Laela was honest.

Nizam's hands were raised again, not to check the body but to tidy up the hair that covered Laela's face.

The softness of Nizam's treatment on Laela in fact makes a loud detuman increasingly felt in the chest.

"Why do you want to marry a guy like me?" Nizam.

Laela shuffled forward, trying to get into the arms of her husband even though she did not know after this what Nizam's reaction would be like. Whether the man is still trying to avoid it or not.

In fact Nizam received a hug Laela guys. Put his hand on the wife's shoulder. A swab he gave in Laela's hair, not forgetting a brief kiss on the tip of the head of the wife.

Laela tries to decipher Nizam's treatment of her, assuming the man has opened his heart to her.

In that embrace, Laela smiled, a very happy smile.

"That storm! Hihihii." Laela looks up.

"What?"

"Become big brother, how noisy!" Back into the arms before Nizam walked away from her.

Ck.

" I loved my sister from first sight." Her speech was still in a fistful, drowning in the chest of the husband's. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of perfume that is still left on the body. This fragrance he likes, really likes.

Hearing Laela's confession, Nizam sneered.

"Is there love at first sight? I can't believe that there is lust. That's why we're obliged to keep our eyes down when we see something blinding."

Laela grunting. She had tried to shake off the shame just to express love to her husband, instead of answering Nizam actually lectured.

Not very romantic, ussshhh!

Laela raised her head in order to give an annoyed look to Nizam. But Nizam actually knocked on his forehead while continuing the lecture.

"Featured love is, love for a partner who is halal. Husband to wife and wife to her husband, even it is required that the household remains lasting and awake. Also so that both are awake from deviant behaviors."

Being treated like that, the girl instead of being angry smiled. It seems he breathed a blemish to get the love of the husband.

"Means brother should also love me dong. I'm my sister's wife."

Nizam was silent, eyes twitching a few times. Looks like the man is thinking of reversing Laela's words. But he could not, he should have learned to accept Laela as his wife.

The girl's face was so close to him. It only takes one move, their faces will meet.

"At least big brother should learn to love me right!?"

Whether this was a command word or a question word, but from her tone the girl sounded so hopeful.

Nizam nodded, especially when he saw the look of those sad eyes. Maybe the girl was a little desperate with her request that got no response from Nizam.

"Now kiss me!"

Nizam again blinked as he listened to the request.

Not unwilling, but he wasn't sure he could control himself again after kissing Laela later. He is a normal adult man who has the same tempest as the others.

He simply refrained from touching Laela.

But that insecurity is still high. Maybe he can accept Laela as his wife, but it feels like a girl like Laela can get more out of him. At least one civil servant works in offices like Mansyur and his father-in-law.

"Why do you love me?" Nizams.

The girl's sulking face is actually very beautiful and funny making men today are no longer able to control themselves to keep the distance of the face.

Nizam lowered his lips making the two of them have met for the second time even though just a glance made the girl turn her eyes of disbelief.

Unfortunately, the scene was too short to make him think whether this was true or just an illusion.

Laela blinked her eyes several times making a funny impression even more noticeable, and it was right in front of Nizam.

Nizam brought the face closer again, this time slower for Laela to understand if all this was not a delusion.

The eyes look at each other while the lips are still meeting.

A short distance away to see the reason Laela who actually fell silent.

Didn't know the man if the heart just rumbled.

Nizam reunited the face, this time very slowly.

Nizam began to close his eyes, and even then done very slowly to make Laela also close her eyes. Then let them move as they please. Realizing all dreams that are hindered only because of an undue sense of inferiority.

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Novel Promo.

While waiting for Laela Up, I want to take you next door.

It's called, "Please Change my Destiny!"

In a private restaurant room.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Dihyan had to make sure first before going any further.

“Emmm, sorry sir,” Rima looked confusedly at Dihyan.

Why would a Dihyan know his status?

“Jawab only!” Dihyan was still relaxed. Although it was undeniable that he felt confused about the question he had just asked.

Here are some more questions he will ask.

“Emmm, no pack.”

Yes, the answer is none. Even though the gaze of someone sitting next to Dihyan was undeniable greatly disturbed him.

But what does he have to answer?

Even Reno herself never said a word of love to him, despite being showered with a lot of attention.

Right now they are sitting three.

Or maybe, Dihyan wants to act as a matchmaker between himself and

Reno.

“I want to invite you to marry!” Dihyan to the point.

Is wrong!

Rima's wrong!

Dihyan did not want to be the link between Rima and Reno. But instead run for office.

“Crazy,” One word came out of Reno's mouth, while sneering.

“I beg you to marry me!” Dihyan did not know if this was the right or wrong move.

All he knew was to follow his wife's request hoping that things would improve.

“This wedding is only temporary. I won't touch you and once my wife gets better I'll divorce you!”

“What do you mean? You asked Rima to be your second wife?” Cardicize. Reno was no longer able to control himself.

“I don't want Ren, but this is Nindy.”'s request

“If I were mah, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you! You're not my type. Your clothes

that's not really! And also if you know my extended family, you will definitely finder yourself.” Dihyan continued to corner Rima.

“You insulted her, but you asked her to be your wife? Basic beg0!” Renopun started attacking Dihyan.

“Then from that, I couldn't touch you because I couldn't possibly be interested in you. So please marry me. Please give my wife the best care. Only then did I let you go!”

What kind of request is that? Fate wedding

which depends on the health of the first wife. And I'm huff! Only the second wife is ready to divorce at any time. And after that I'll be a WIDOW.

Try asking each one

the women you met, do they want to be widows?

No woman is going to be a widow. You stupid, selfish man.

“Sorry sir, I can't!”

Good rima, good job! Don't because his wallet is so much thicker than your wallet that the more he can do as you please.

You can get any class guy someday. But if you are a widow even though you have not been touched, they will stay away from you. Status greatly affects the soul mate.

“I know your brother Romi, and I know Mr. Herman your father!” Dihyan started glancing at Rima cynically.

“Now all decisions are in your hands. Do you want your family to rise or fall? I can do it very easily?”

“What do you mean?” Reno grew bolder to her boss, proving she had just pushed the man's chest very hard.

Or maybe he had forgotten that the man was his own boss.

“So for this you asked me to find information about his family? I didn't think you were this cruel?” Reno.

“What? Don't tell me Reno approached me just to get information about my family.”

Damn Rima has dared to grow seeds of love for Reno in his heart which is always watered by attention and affection.

“I guess it's love!”