Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Home-in-law

"Ibuuuu,…"

The shrill voice of Laela's cry broke the night. At eleven o'clock in the evening, they arrive at Laela's parents' house. And mother became the first person they found at the door opening a way for them to enter the house.

Laela immediately burst into the arms of the mother, how long she had not met her parents, maybe more than a month. Making longing in the heart collected to form a scroll that is so very very.

Father also stood up to welcome the youngest daughter.

" Is this Nizam's sister?" Mother when looking at the little girl behind Laela, a tired face with my eyes signifies the girl is sleepy.

The girl's hands were both full of crispy bags, no matter what they were. Don't forget that cotton candy as big as Gaban each carries one fruit in hand.

" Yes Ma'am, her name is Miyah." Although sleepy, Miyah still showed a polite attitude towards the old man.trying to smile by extending her hand, reverent after putting her luggage near the feet.

" Take it to La's room, it's as sleepy as it is."

Miyah could only grimace, indeed the drowsiness that attacked was so great. Even the head feels dizzy to meet the pillow. A full stomach further adds to the stepping foot. After all this has been far from his sleeping hours, far away even.

" Would you sleep in my room or in my sister Mansyur's room?"

Miyah snorted, where she might want to sleep in the men's room.

"Hahahaha, relax, Kak Mansyur already has his own house. The room is empty."

" In Kak Laela's room alone." Miyah's voice grew dim as her eyes dimmed as well.

" Don't forget to pray first Deck!" Nizam reminded from behind, his voice was a little loud as the two girls almost arrived in front of the room.

Nizam grimaced while nodding his head, unkind to his two in-laws. He missed because he had to improve the position of the two bikes they had used.

" Father assalamualaikum, ma'am. How are you?"

" Thank God be good! You?" Mother with her smile, happy for the arrival of her son and daughter-in-law.

"Alhamdulillah is good too ma'am. Not sleeping yet, Mom?"

Nizam took a seat in the living room after putting a bag of crackers containing sweet martabak and salted martabak which they specifically ordered as a hand for the two parents.

"Wait for you guys, even your mom wanted to cook a lot for you. But Laela said, you guys want to go to the night market and keep eating out, too, so that's not the case."

Again Nizam just grimaced and then again nodded his head, still hesitating. This was his first visit after they got married.

"Frequently bring your wife here, this old man also misses his daughter very much."

It was offended that Nizam listened to him.

While Mom just glanced at him, two pieces of sweet martabak had gone through her esophageal path.

"Laela our youngest daughter. The oldest child gets our love. It's only natural that our affection is more abundant for her."

" I'm sorry, I'm busy. Time off should also be far in advance."

"It's over, I'm going to rest. We'll still have time to eat together tomorrow, right?" Questions that sound hopeful. Hoping for Nizam to stay a while with them. Has not been able to remove the longing with his daughter because the night stole their togetherness.

The mother began to move from her place, following in the footsteps of the child who entered into the dispute. Leaving the two men who were still sitting with their foresight right on the television screen.

" How did Zam come out with two girls? Ago? Haha."

Something like this can be told to his father-in-law.

"Dad's son how's Zam? Bother you?"

" No, Laela, take it easy."

One day I gasped at him, then nodded my head to hear a simple word that Nizam tucked into Laela.

I don't know what you're thinking right now? Maybe a little in disbelief. Nizam just wanted to comfort his heart.

The night spread, sending people to enjoy themselves while rolling under the blanket.

In the dim light sent from the cracks of the room ventilation that once owned Mansyur, Nizam looked at the body of a woman who had just entered by sneaking as if afraid to wake the occupants of the room.

Nizam smiled as the figure was still in a slow motion rising onto the bed and entering in his embrace.

"Why come here? Miyah who's with you?" Speak in a soft tone. The silence of the night makes the sounds made clear.

"Kangen! Miyah was sleeping earlier, safe." Laela's words made the man offend a smile. Kangen have not been separated for an hour, after all only limited to a wall for a word miss.

" But he has nothing to go with, he must be here." Nizam fixed his position. Donating his arm to be used as a pillow by his wife, while one hand was used to hug Laela's body.

"There's nobody else here, you're sleeping, you're sleepy!" His hands were dancing on the husband's chest.

" Geli La," Nizam's hand was used to restrain his wife's sensible hand movement.

"The agent!" Spoiled. Perhaps more breaths than his voice, making the man who had just been struck in the face by the air from Laela's mouth just crumble.

"Don't, it'll be at home." He said while holding back the gelora that grows up because of the naughty treatment of the wife.

Not not want, even very want.

But imagining himself being caught by in-laws coming out of the bathroom at dawn with his wet hair, made him hold back and his turmoil. Embarrassed.

Just staying here, makes it sad. Moreover, he was not alone, but brought his sister and slept in the house of in-laws. The real shame but as if he had no other way just to make his two girls happy.

"But I want a bang!"

"Later at home. Tidu yah's! I'm so sleepy." Though his eyes are bright and clear.

"Awassss yes, later if you ask my turn who does not love."

Nizam tried to hold back the laughter listening to Laela's threat, could the girl indeed resist her touch? He wanted to try, to the point where his wife could survive. But later, at home.

The kiss of death he gave to stop his wife's chattering that he intended to take revenge on her.

"Udah sleeping! If you don't want your lips to doer tomorrow morning." Close the body, hugging the wife tightly until the girl can no longer wart.

"Tomorrow the wake immediately moved to the side of Miyah well!"

"Hmmm,"

The short and upset reply from the wife, only made her smile again in the dimness of the room.