Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Peak Happiness

Morning brings them on a new day, all preparing to start the day.

Maybe now the two pairs of husband and wife are standing at the peak of happiness in the household.

When everything feels beautiful.

In the moment of longing came stirring even though it had just separated a few hours ago.

When looking at a partner who looks only beauty and good looks that always make the chest beat fast.

At a time when all feelings just want to be enjoyed with a gaze and touch.

The word longing will never be enough to mean all the feelings created within.

Laela was always fascinated by Nizam's damp body which seemed to be deliberately exhibited every time she finished bathing.

Cold body skin, feels cool when met directly with the skin. Plus Nizam's stocky posture, which every day is forged with physical exercises to shape the body, increasingly makes the walking instinct to hug.

"What time is it?" Nizam complained as Laela hugged her body tightly which only used a towel after bathing.

Laela did not reply, instead smiling in front of her chest while deeply inhaling the scent of soap from her husband's body. The two hands were coiled and intertwined on Nizam's back, further making the man limited in his moves.

Without letting go of hugs, Nizam dragged the steps carrying their bodies to the front of the wardrobe.

"The wife is in the service of the husband. Prepare all the needs of her husband. Like now, your husband wants to go to work should be prepared clothes, breakfast and so on. Not spoiled kayak gini!"

His hand stretched out into the closet taking his own clothes, while Laela still hugged him spoiled.

The girl smiled, even before listening to her husband blabber. "That's her clothes!"

"That's because you didn't take my work clothes, you had to take them yourself."

"Kangen is finally there." The tone of the girl's voice still sounded spoiled in Nizam's ears.

If it continues like this, we can be sure they will be late. Nizam is late to work, and Laela will be late to campus. Or maybe the girl didn't have a clock this morning until she could laze around with Nizam.

"In the morning don't tease La, I have to work, you also have to go to college!"

The hug has not been separated, although when Nizam again dragged a step by bringing all his needs.

Put his clothes on the edge of the bed before his hand returned the wife's embrace. The foetuses that are in Laela's stomach become intermediaries between their bodies.

His hand on Laela's back stroked up and down gently, making the girl further close her eyes tightly. Maybe the girl is preparing to receive Nizam's next touch.

Sure enough, the broad hand began to rise above the head, still giving soft caresses to the hair of the beloved wife.

Until it comes back down, stop at Laela's throat. A little pressure to make the girl raise her head made the gaze of the two meet. Looking at each other into the retina of the eye with love and affection.

Keep approaching until the meeting of both lips, offering abundant love from the chest. Slowly Nizam carried the body of Laela who might have sunk into the beautiful touch and caress of the beloved heart. Did not feel the body began to be landed slowly into their dispute. A place that has always been the most beautiful union between love and affection.

Laela was getting lulled, especially when Nizam began to slump down while continuing to enjoy the soft white skin as soft as silk owned by the wife.

This morning, Nizam took Laela back to a beautiful valley full of life.

Nizam started to rise with a sweet smile on his lips. Looking at the body of the wife who is still silent resigned on the bed. The cover cloth body of the girl back he pulled down after it was accidentally lifted up.

"Bang!" He called out to Nizam, hoping that the man would return to continue his actions.

There, the man smiled as he looked towards her. But that smile looks like, ...?

Bizarrely.

"Bang!" He said back while lifting his body from the bed.

Eh, wait!

There is something strange, when his body is actually back attracted to the back. Looking towards the side, where his right hand remembered the cloth connected to the table by the bed.

Since when? He doesn't remember, not even feel at all.

Perhaps because it is too lulled in the spoiled touch of the husband.

"Abang ya, really jail? Take this!" He protested against Nizam. Hands in motion to show it to Nizam.

"Hahahaha," The man laughed without any intention of untying Laela's hand.

Without letting out a shout of Laela, the man continued to step foot out of the room.

"Abang" The sound of Laela's scream echoed, making the mother who was in the kitchen gasp in shock.

Running to the son's room to check what was going on there to make a loud noise.

" What are you doing Laela again?" When he found his son, he laughed when he had just closed the door of his room.

Even the man did not answer the mother's question, stepping inside to enjoy a cup of coffee that was almost cold with a single sip.

Still with a radiant face, the man again stepped out to find the mother who had just come out of her room.

"Why is your wife tied to Zaaaam?"

Followed by Laela who rubbed slowly on her right wrist, by putting on her pouting face while. But still look beautiful in the eyes of Nizam who is hoarding a very extraordinary love for his wife.

"Hahahaha," The man laughed again, not intending to answer mother's question.

Pulling Laela into his arms. It's so funny today.

"You are wayward. Said early in the morning don't do much behavior, uh even godain." Returning dragged a step forward by hugging Laela from behind.

In his footsteps he was content to float a thousand kisses on the face and neck of the wife, putting on the sullen face of Laela.

"The husband wants to go to work, don't frown!" The hug he had let go, sitting on the edge of the terrace with his shoes now ready in front of him. "Aren't you in college?"

"Lunch on!"

"Yes, I'll go first! Be careful on the road! No need to drive with a motorbike! You also carry my son in your stomach, be more careful!" The successive messages that Nizam uttered while rubbing the stomach of Laela who was now standing in front of him.

If he complies, the man is reluctant to let Laela go to college this year. Moreover, let the woman go by riding her motorcycle alone.

But he was unable to fight his in-laws who seemed to want Laela to continue to step up to the ideals and for the future of the woman.