Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Demanding Love

The twilight institute is cozy in the western horizon. Together the mega-mega penetrate the brick of time after time. Delivering the changing days of the week waiting for the new moon.

Laela put on a sweet smile while waiting for her lover behind the door, her hands hidden behind her body. The tiptoes themselves brushed off the feeling of impatience.

Nizam went into the room with a fresher body after taking a bath, looking at Laela as she opened the door.

He did not yet know the reason for the sweet smile that Laela offered him, "Why?"

"I have a surprise for my brother." Hands are still behind your back.

"What?"

"Brake first!"

Nizam followed the order to close his eyes. Both are behind the door.

"Open!"

Slowly Nizam began to open his eyes, the view in front of him was able to make his lips smile wide.

Laela held out both hands with three flat objects on top.

"You pregnant?"

Laela nodded her head hard still with a smile on her face. Not only happy, but able to give a sense of pride to yourself because it can give something valuable to Nizam.

"Congratulations!" Still with a smile on Nizam's face began to move from before Laela, making the girl snatch annoyed.

Nizam's reaction was just like that? Though in his shadow Nizam will embrace him, idling his body while in a swirl. Or at least a sentence of praise or affection, or anything that can make it float just a little. Even asking about how old Laela's content was, no.

"That's doang?" The protests were also finally.

Nizam chuckled, continuing to move to the closet to prepare his own clothes.

" Abaaaang?"

"Eitsss, I've wudhu." Sliding to the side with outstretched hands as Laela came to her. His instincts said Laela was about to throw a punch at him.

"Isssh, not very romantic!"

Stomping, he could not hide his annoyance. Preferring to go outside the room leaving Nizam who was still smiling looking at his back.

"Right at ye!"

Since then Laela has been living in her despite still carrying out her duties as a wife well.

Even when entering the room, Laela did not even glance at him or even invite him in.

Laela was even about to sleep behind her, but lost quickly because Nizam first held her shoulders.

"Don't like to snack, the baby will also follow the crab." Nizam while rubbing Laela's stomach gently lovingly.

"No crap, I'm sleepy!"

A reason that can make Nizam smile again. Funny too if the wife is crashing.

Nizam bowed his head right in the wife's stomach, leaving affectionate kisses right on the skin before returning to lower Laela's sleeping pajamas.

Nizam got out of bed, approached the table to take his mushaf, went back up to the bed, and opened the sheets of the book he had just placed on his lap.

"You're sleeping!" Though his hand returned to the sleeping pajamas of Laela. The softening rubs from her big hand again felt Laela in her flat stomach.

Ck How can I sleep like this?

Nizam began to recite sacred verses, special to their babies.

Laela smiled, maybe this is how Nizam showed his happiness. She still has a surprise for her husband that has not been shown.

Laela tried to resist the drowsiness in order to enjoy the gentle treatment of her husband. Returning to blink when the eyes were about to close tightly.

"Have you?"

He still had time to feel the gust that Nizam deliberately blew right in his stomach before the man again landed a kiss and then pulled down his shirt.

"Why not sleep?" Nizam moved back to put his holy book back on the table.

His body was perfectly grounded near the bed of the wife.

" I still have a surprise for my brother." Laela said with lips forward five centi. The surprise that he considered great, Nizam's reaction was just like that. Now he does not really expect what Nizam's reaction will be like.

"what?" Nizam let go of the embrace in order to look at the wife's face. Curious there must be.

Laela got up to pick up the phone that had been kept at the table. For a moment he was seen fiddling with his phone and then took it out in front of Nizam

"What?" Nizam sorted his forehead while staring at the phone screen.

"Ck, I graduated!" The girl's face was still shriveling, Did Nizam not feel happy with all the achievements he got.

" Thank God!"

"That's doang?" Laela again understood as she looked at that expressionless Nizam. The whole thing is long too.

Though He even went against his ideals in order to follow Nizam's wishes.

"Yes, that has to be, right? Say Thank God?"

" What school?" Ask even if the face is flat.

" Prodi Pendidikan Bahasa, Intention later want to take Indonesian Literature."

"Where to go to graduate?" Honestly, he doesn't know much about things like this.

"I can be the teacher you want!" Laela still hopes to get an appreciation from Nizam.

" Why force yourself? You have your own goals." Nizam took out a hand, removing the hairdresser who was decorating his wife's face.

"I don't want your future to be messy because you're pushing yourself too hard with what you don't like." Speaking as softly as possible hoping his words can touch the niche of the wife.

"But I want to do everything you like."

The statement actually made Nizam sneer, "Why still wear tight clothes?"

" Ih that's not used to it yet, said Mother slowly do not be too imposing."

"Hahaha, he said he wanted to do everything I liked. Ck, it's just a dreadlocks." Nizams.

"Isssh, what the hell!"

Plaque.

Laela managed to pat the husband on the shoulder, at least a little annoyed channeled.

For a moment they were silent while enjoying the scenery that displayed the faces of the couple.

Occasionally Nizam gently rubbed his wife's soft smooth white cheeks.

"Well, baby isn't the same as me?"

Stalling his memories back, it felt like Laela had never heard the word love or affection for him from Nizam.

Although he was honest he was not ready to hear the answer from the man. What if the man is just doing his duty as a husband? What if she never filled her husband's heart.

What he did for Nizam has come so far. She was even pregnant with the boy at her age who should still have fun with her friends.

Don't forget the sacrifice of living in a faraway place like this! All of that was obvious just because of his love for Nizam. Could it all be avenged? He still doubts the truth.

Laela's question made the man blink his eyes several times.

"Why ask like that?"

"Don't you ever say love to me?" Now he demands. "Suami should occasionally speak words of love for the wife so that it can last the afterlife."

"Neighbor! Where's that teaching from?"

Rather than following Laela's words it was better to pull the girl into her arms.

How happiness is measured by the word love.

How can Nizam touch it so far to produce seeds that develop in the womb of his wife if there is no Love?

"Sleep!"