Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
My wife, my Surgaku Angel

"La, sorry!"

"I'm sorry I hurt you La!"

Laela shook her head, smiling as tears rolled down her temple for the umpteenth time.

Nizam again swept the finger where the tears fell, peeling full of feeling, again making Laela melt with all the softness she received.

The words of apology that Nizam had scattered for him several times should not be. Although he admitted, the pain at the bottom there was so felt, even he was sure if his body was injured and torn in that part. But his happiness overcame all the pain he felt.

Gets Nizam touch her, caress her, gets herself to be the real wife for a Nizam.

What else did Laela say after this? Everything has materialized tonight.

"La, clean it up!" Nizam came back, even the faces met again for thousands of times.

Laela shook her head weakly, continuing to offer a smile on her face, holding back all the pain that still felt especially when she had to move up from the bed.

Drowsiness attacked so fiercely made him lazy to move again, just want to sleep.

"Clean clean firstwell, I help you!" Nizam was behind him ready to go.

With great force Laelapun rose.

"Can?" Nizam as he looked at the grimacing Laela. That woman must have held her pain.

"It can, but help!"

"Yes, this is also help. Just a bunch of stuff?!"

"Don't! Shame on mom." Laela held Nizam's hand which was now ready to carry her.

"Mom probably slept La."

What time is it now? Everyone has now been immersed in the dreamland except for the two of them who have just dredged the beauty of marriage through the meeting of bodies.

"But slow down, you'll wake up!" Laela began to whisper, but they were still in the room. Nizam nodded, standing up, opening the door first to make it easier to get out of the room while Laela was in her arms.

"Can?" He asked his wife when they arrived at the bathroom door. Laela nodded, smiling back as her lips unintentionally grimaced.

"Not to be locked! Leaving Laela alone inside the bathroom, he simply stood outside waiting for his wife to finish her personal.

Return to bring Laela into the room by carrying her, but instead of putting her on the bed but on a chair.

"You wait here!"

Nizam began to pull the sheets they had been wrestling with. The hand stopped when it found a red stain there. Turning to look at Laela who also paid attention to her activities.

"I hurt you, huh?" Again asking for a thousand times, he had crouched down before his woman, hugged her waist and started to immerse her face in the lap of the wife. His guilt is still great, however.

"Sorry, I can't help myself La." Lirih.

"I've been so long, afraid of pain. But still, I hurt you."

"I'm sorry to accuse you of all sorts!"

"Udah. Scribbles! Sleepy this!" Every time Nizam heard Nizam say Sorry for some reason his heart didn't accept. His body belonged to the man, and getting Nizam to touch him so gently was his own happiness. Why does he keep apologizing non-stop?

"Yes." Yeah." Nizam began to rise, returning to his activities to replace the sheets with new ones.

"Udah!" Back carrying his wife's frail body to lay it on the bed. Nizam sat next to his wife's body, again showering her with a kiss all over her face after helping to cover the body with a sheet of blanket.

What is certain is that happiness with guilt is fighting in his chest.

"You're sleeping dad! Said sleepy?" With a soft caress on the head as a sleep conductor.

"Where is my brother going?"

Shadow Nizam also rose to their contest and brought his body into the arms of the man who had been dancing on his head. But the sentence was like a saying from Nizam for him.

"You wash the sheets first. I'm afraid I still have blood."

In his heart Nizam again grimaced, when he imagined the pain Laela felt because she might be too forced.

Was her husband not tired after a day of work, coupled with their hot activities just now?

Then if not, what do you tell mom tomorrow about that red stain?

Forcibly Laela nodded, releasing her husband to clean the sheets first. His body felt crumpled dimly after giving an infinite beauty to Nizam.

Holding back is not too influential.

Again Nizam showered him with a thousand kisses before coming out of the room.

Nizam walked slowly back. Put the water in as calm as possible. He did it slowly.

All is done calmly, in order to minimize the sounds that may be created and can disturb people who have fallen asleep.

What would you say to mom if I found her last night not sleeping.

In fact, the dilemma has not ended after he washed the historic cloth.

Still thinking of the right reasons for tomorrow, when I asked about the cloth.

There will definitely be questions about, why wash the sheets night-night?

Why don't you ask mom for help, wash it?

Ah, their first night was very good!

Nevermind!

That's business later. His body is now very tired. Tired very much.

Walking back to the room, Laela found the one who picked up the dream. Dropped right next to Laela.

He still had time to observe the innocent face of the wife who fell asleep on her side.

The woman he rejected many times just for reasons not his type.

The woman he said loved him from the first meeting.

The woman who is now the dependant of the world and the Hereafter. Can he?

How heavy Pe-Er he must do in order to make Laela participate in his steps to reach his Ridho together.

Nizam began to stretch out his hand, touching the beautiful face with his fingers.

Tonight, he has grabbed Laela. Find the girlhood of the wife in full and intact.

Guilt is back.

When remembering the harsh words he had uttered to his wife.

Ck, he did not even expect the accusation to come out of his own mouth and that to his wife. Indirectly he has accused the women who maintained their honor has berz1na.

So fell slander from him to Laela who was in fact as pure as dew this morning..

A thousand words of apology were unable to erase his mistake a while ago.

What is the right punishment for him?

If he follows Islamic law, he shall be whipped eighty times.

Nizam began to bring the body into his arms. Back peeling several times on the face, and again raining at the head of Laela.

Love just comes.

Good night my wife!

Good night my honor!

Good night my beloved woman!

Good night my heavenly angel!