Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Divergence

"Motor is only one deck!" Nizam was gentle but able to dim the light in the little girl's eyes.

"We also can't mix three. Far!" Further.

"If you're not the same, brother, who else should I go with?" The listless jawaban of the sister made all speechless, even with the mother.

Wanna answer what? Raised in a family that knows little about religion, making the little girl grow up by limiting association with men outside the family.

During this time, only Nizam as an older brother can he ask for help when he wants to be escorted to and fro. But now, that man is married, definitely not the same as before. There is Laela who is another priority Nizam.

The night market, yes was clearly held at night. The location is far from their village, making them need a male figure who must accompany these two girls.

" We can go all three." Laela's words were even more quiet.

How long do they just sit with their eyes focused on the television screen, but the mind is branching. Laela's words are unmoved.

"What if we go three? Can't you?" Laela asked again.

" How is it? What do you want to wear?" Nizams.

Your life with the bututut motor? Get ready to strike in the middle of the road. It's good if someone helps.

"My motor, but it's at home, hehehe." Keki herself as Nizam turned to look at her.

"Or borrow her husband's motorcycle, sister Nisa first!" This time Laela turned towards Miyah who was sitting beside her. All of them fled from her husband's flat eyes.

" Who are you wearing?" Nizams

"I'm the one, gini-gini I know riding the bike."

"I am the boncengin Miyah. Brother's coming from behind!"

There is a cocky tone in it, Nizam's words were as if underestimating the ability to drive Laela.

Suppose the man knew if he used to know what kind of lunge Laela in driving?

Going home from school, chatting with two or even three people on one motorbike just because his friends want to be brought home.

"The thing is, it's La's night. We must have gone home last night. Lonely streets." Nizams.

"We're staying at my house!" His eyes radiated a twinkle of hope.

"I haven't seen my mom in a long time." His words are now sluggish. "You've never been in my house, have you?"

After that, everything went back to silence. Only the sound of the tv was able to break the silence of the night.

"Well, I wouldn't go too long if I didn't go." That low tone with a sad face began to rise from his seat. Something that makes him sad. He knew that Nizam had another girl besides himself.

The little girl gave up.

"Sir."

Nizam, knowing clearly the sadness of the sister, Miyah stopped stepping, turned to look at the sister. "Yes we go three!"

"How?" Miyah's.

"Borrow Nisa's bike, let Laela take it ."

Laela nodded her head hard, once the spirit of this girl. Aaaahh, when was the last time he rode a motorcycle? Before you get married first.

"Can you really?" Miyah returned to her seat with a sparkling face.

"But remember, you don't speed!" Nizam poked his wife's nose.

"Yes, tauuuu."

Until finally that day came. The day began to fall afternoon. Miyah had prepared the clothes she would use for a while, while waiting for her brother to come home.

After work, Nizam moved faster than usual. The two girls were ready.the motorbike of his brother-in-law was parked in front of the house. It must have been the two girls who prepared it.

"Why are you wearing this?"

I don't know what's going to happen tonight, because Nizam started off a little angry when he saw his wife's performance.

"Why?" Also pay attention to his appearance which he thinks is normal. Staring at the feet, jeans and T-shirts, jackets made of jeans. And this is the most pentin, she has used the hijab as her husband wants. But the man was still protesting, why?

"Your clothes are tight, La. This is a really big tack." Pinched Laela's thigh softly, "Too late in her curves, over!"

"What curve the hell?" His protest, he was already wearing covered clothes.

"Wear Laelaaa skirt!" Nizams.

"But I don't usually wear skirts. I don't have one either!"

"You can borrow Miyah's, she's got a lot." Nizam turned his body towards the door of his sister's room, along with the room owner's exit.

The girl was clearly confused as her name was called. Using a long-sleeved shirt and oversized, with a long skirt that is like Nizam said. Complete with hijab and sweater to ward off the cold of the night.

"I don't like you coming out in clothes like this. You are a woman should be able to take care of yourself, yes it starts from appearance. You should be able to shut yourself out of the sight of the man out there. Example Miyah! Nizams.

"Ga load. Our bodies are different." Laela's already glazed. Though he was very excited and enthusiastic waiting for Nizam to come home from work.

I don't know why it feels like something's pinching in the chest. Nizam seemed to compare himself to Miyah.

"Srstttt."

Mother mediates. The dining room was suddenly heated up by the two husband and wife. "Wear the first one!"

"Eh, don't cry, the beauty will be gone!" Mom started touching her daughter-in-law's shoulders. "Drink first, let's enjoy don't forget to wash your face!"

Laela passed, maybe she needed cold water to cool her heart.

After Laela's departure the mother again approached Nizam, patting her son's shoulder.

"The wife is your crooked rib. It needs to be straightened out but slow down."

"Maybe you don't like the way Laela dresses, but you can't change it the way you want. Laela also has habits and likes that you may not accept, but can still be changed."

"Repairing Laela, in addition to requiring extra patience, also needs funds because she has to change her clothes. While you also still have to spend a lot of money for the sake of college, right?"

"Don't do it too slowly!"

"Remember Laela's feelings as well, she could turn to hating you if you're too hard to educate her."

" it's there, persuade your wife!" Mom started pushing Nizam's shoulder.

Finding Laela in the kitchen Middle rubbed her cheek, Nizam felt a little guilty. Maybe it's true said the mother, she was too hard in educating Laela who had just entered her life.

"You crying?" Tanya with both hands already on Laela's shoulders, the girl still lowered her head, trying to hide her sadness.

"Sorry yeah!" Nizam pulled the body into his arms, following a gentle swab on the wife's head.

"Udah, don't cry anymore! Right said mom, you're ugly crying!" Now both hands have now covered both cheeks of the wife, looking up for the sake of looking at the sad face.

Kiss landed into the eyes, cheeks then lips, "Come ah, later tonight."

Inevitably Laela complied, saving her grief. Nizam apologized to him.