Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
For Love

Fajar sneezed, presenting a cock of roosters that were mutually unpretentious as if to alarm some of them.

In fact, the drama of the first night is not over with the end of the night.

Gently Nizam tried to wake Laela from her deep sleep.

This time alone, he did not set foot towards the mosque as usual. He wants to help all the activities of Laela who is still weak because of his selfishness last night.

He always wanted to be by his wife's side.

"La, wake up, take a shower!" Still with a slow shake on the wife's shoulders.

Laela had begun to sit down, again resting her head on Nizam's chest. Drowsiness is still enveloping, the body feels still crumpled dimly. He needs a massage all over his body.

" So you've cooked water for your bath!"

Laela sharpened her hearing, did I not mishear Nizam call himself Brother?

"La, wake up. Help me to the bathroom." Not yet anything Nizam back holding Laela's body, taking her to the bathroom.

In the bathroom everything is ready, warm water, and towels that Laela will use after bathing later.

"Can?" Nizam volunteered to help his wife take a bath.

Laela nodded even though her eyes were still tightly closed. Nizam starts leaving Laela alone in the bathroom, standing outside waiting if Laela needs her help.

" Can I walk?"

Laela had come out of the bathroom with wet body and hair.

Laela nodded, trying to move her legs even though on the first step she again grimaced with the pain down there.

" You wait!" Nizam soon passed, coming back with a glove in hand.

He began to spread the sheath and used it to wrap Laela's body. He re-adopted Laela's body always taking her to the room, passing the mother who had just woken up by rubbing her eyes.

lowering Laela's body slowly, she returned to serving Laela by preparing clothes for the girl to use.

"You clothes, wait for me we pray together."

This was the second time they prayed together.

"Laela's still sick Zam?"

Mother went into their room, a feeling of worry immediately ambushed when she saw Nizam carrying Laela's body from the bathroom earlier.

"I-iya ma'am. But it's okay to just take a little break."

Nizam doubts whether this is classified as lying to mother or not? Laela is sick, but sick is different from what her mother meant.

Now they were back in bed, with Nizam sitting next to Laela's body lying down.

Not forgetting the gentle strokes replaced with light massages on the wife's body, hoping it could help relieve the pain Laela felt.

Mom came back out of the room, giving time to a couple who looked like they had made up. I also did not dare to guess, the extent of their relationship, let time answer everything.

Returning to Nizam's room, this time he knocked on the door first and entered after getting an answer from within.

"Zam, you have breakfast there, you're ready at the dinner table. If you want to bring it here just let's all eat with Laela."

Nizam nodded his head, it seemed like this morning was hard for him to start the day. That means he has to leave Laela for the next few hours.

Return to the room with a full plate of warm rice for both.

"Mom, I'm taking Laela yah!"

Mom sneers as she listens to Nizam's saying, Lebay.

Do not forget to kiss the lips of the wife with full of feeling.

The days they spent after this were getting more beautiful. When accepting marriage with open arms and feelings for each other.

His head immediately lifted upon hearing the creaking of the door signifying the door was open, and it must have been his wife.

"La, here. Sleep with me!" He said while patting the side.

"I just want to take a dirty clothes bang, want to be holy, even brought bobo." His wife began to learn to nag, beginning to reveal her true face.

"Just a minute. Just accompany me bobo first, abis that you come out again no pa-pa deh!" He could not imagine how powerful he was right now. Laela had become the most efficacious sleeping medicine for him. Even though it was not like this, meeting with a pillow alone was able to make him drown in deep sleep.

"Baggot, bentar also sleep alone."

Nizam began to rise up to Laela who was collecting dirty clothes.

"Yetoo." The girl's scream when she was not ready Nizam lifted her body.

"Don't yell, I'll guess what I'm doing!"

"Angin' it, naughty!" Mouth blabbed, but red cheeks found her body lying on the bed with Nizam now very close to her.

Not to mention when the man charged at her face with a blind kiss, Laela was only able to close her eyes tightly.

He began to dare to open his eyes as Nizam dropped down right next to him.

"Just want to hug you while sleeping, if I'm bobo you can come out. Don't be too long, you'll be suspicious again."

Laela's body has been bent by Nizam.

"Ck, it should have been me. This must also be my mother's suspicion of me, take the laundry for long?" Again, the nagging mode runs.

"Mother can't be mad at you either, right? Where any mother ever angry, let alone the same you. You're my mother's favorite son-in-law."

"Mother isn't angry, but I'm the one who lives alone." Laela.

"Udah ah, when do I sleep if you say mulu."

Laela began to turn around, rubbing her husband's back as a lullaby. But, ...

"Don't go fishing, don't let what I suspect really happens." Nizam who had closed his eyes tightly prepared for sleep.

"I'm just a broom, let's get you to bed quickly." Denied Laela.

"That's not broomsticks but caresses." The man's eyes now opened wide again, making Laela's eyes open wide. Don't let what he's afraid of happen, the longer he can stay in this room.

Mother was not going to ask about what happened in this room, but still embarrassed he could not bear when he had to return shampooing after coming out of the room.

"Udah ah, want to sleep or not. I'm out!" Threats begin to be raised before the opponent attacks.

And finally the silence came when Nizam's breath began to sound regular.

Laela had a lot of time to look off the face of her lover.

The face of the man who was able to take her away from her previous long life.

Being a wife at a very young age. Washing clothes, washing dishes, sweeping the floor, mopping.

All the work he almost never did before.

Not never, but rarely. When the family who used to help take care of their home is not welcome to come home. It was also he did everything with help and accompanied by his mother's nagging.

And the reason his school became the most telling reason to avoid those jobs.

And when his mother said, "How can a good wife be cooked?"

So the answer is, "I want to find a rich husband, CEO, let's just point it here!"

But now, everything he does. Because what?

Obviously because of love.

He always wanted to be a good wife and daughter-in-law to Nizam and mother.