Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
We are not Mahram

" It's okay" Mom. " Mr. RT, I beg you for permission, let my guest sleep last night in my house." Negative speculation in this girl has been shown in the mother's brain. Not wanting anything to happen, this girl seemed not to want to go home. Seemed unwilling to talk about the house.

"Can't do it Mom!" A man named Nizam.

"I'm the same he's not a mahram, can't look at it." Further.

Cih, holy-suckers.

Seatap is not necessarily room. What do you want to do?

Laela snatched away, glancing at Nizam with an upset look.

"Then how? It's late at night, he doesn't want to go home either. Maybe you want to calm down first. Not just this last night." Pinta the mother is gentle, feeling bad for her guests.

"Let's take a break first" His hand immediately grabbed Laela's hand to be brought into the house.

Carried the pangangn the actual men still want to deliberate. Mother made her own decision.

Placing Laela in a room belonging to Salsabilla, the son of a bontot who is now undergoing education in the boarding school, following in the footsteps of his brother, Nizam.

Make sure Laela rests in peace. Then return to the living room wanting to talk to the others without involving the guest.

"Mom's afraid she's trying to kill herself again! The girl's problem we'll discuss tomorrow." The reason I told those who went to court without Laela.

Others agree, including Mr and Mr. RT except Nizam of course. Get a final decision like that, how else. The forum that night ended just like that.

Nizam walked towards the room that belonged to his youngest sister. He had been told that there was a foreign girl in there, Laela.

"Eat!" He spoke shortly after knocking on the door of the room. There is no truth from within.

Laela was deep in thought, where will she go tomorrow? Tonight he was lucky, meeting a kind family who helped him selflessly.

"Wait for Mom, dinner." The sound of screaming behind the door, complete with a knock that is almost similar to a door blow.

Walking straight open the door, in front of him stood a man who was still dressed as Koko and sarong. Still beautiful, the perfume is still smelling. Eemmm, fragrant.

Following Nizam's steps towards the dining room.

There were only the four of them, the mother with a quiet man who was estimated to be the husband of the mother. Nizam and himself.

The question now is, where did the man who was helping her last afternoon. Is that man the same as the man he is now? His voice was the same, but his appearance was clearly different.

Laela helps mom clean up their food scraps, though,

"Let's just let me, you must be tired!" Mom stopped Laela's hand from washing the dishes.

"No papa ma'am, just a little help." With a big smile. He has been accommodated in this house, at least helping to wash dishes as a thank you.

"That's okay, go to the room. You can be angry too!" A funny-sounding threat was present from that shady face.

"No papa ma'am?" Laela asked again.

" Yes, papa, Cepetan ah!" Mother.

"I'm going to Mom's room!" Must still be hesitant, Laela finally went from there.

"Mom, that girl can only stay tonight." Either Nizam is negotiating or is making a decision. Sounding soft yet firm, Mother simply nodded in agreement.

Nizam again stepped into the room after preparing the water before entering the room.

Either who's wrong, Nizam who always hastily walks or Laela who walks down.

The bodies of the two countries collided with each other right in front of the room of the sister who is now occupied by Laela.

Bugs.

Landing beautifully with Nizam that befalls Laela's body.

The glass is still in the handle of Nizam, although the contents have been spilled first wetting the sheath.

Her lips briefly landed on Laela's temple, the delicate and tender skin she felt.

The eyes were both bulging when their views met. As if I couldn't believe what had just happened. Surprised sure.

"Not heavy." Laela was still able to speak even with her half-cut breath. Nizam's tall and sturdy body was quite heavy on his body.

Grumbling softly, Nizam rose to leave Laela's body.

Open the coil of the glove, then squeeze the mist hoping to slightly dry the wet glove because of the spillage of drinking water.

"Do you know why women and men who are not mahrams are not allowed in one room?" The stern and a little harsh question from Nizam was a bit of a nudge for Laela. The girl just bowed, feeling Exhausted from this house.

"In order not to cause slander, nor did such a thing happen." Nizam still with his firm voice, walked back to the kitchen leaving Laela and pursed lips.

I looked at Azan, saying break the silence. Seling sahutan chicken, welcome dawn on the east horizon.

Laela was still very sleepy, as the door of the room was knocked several times from outside, along with a greeting voice.

With squeaking eyes, look at the clock Doraemon character attached to the wall. The light from outside had peered into the room.

Outside the room, the atmosphere was boisterous when it was only half-five in the morning, still far from the waking hours.

"First please!" The woman's soft voice seemed to wake her up forcefully.

Laela moved out, the boisterousness made her curious.

The house was bright, all the lights were turned on. The eyes are also perfectly open. His steps towards the back bathroom came to a halt as the clattering of steps sounded after the door closed.

Turning around, looking at Nizam who again looked the same as last night, cocoa clothes, sarongs and peci, perfume smell back pierced his nose. Next to the mother's husband, maybe they just came from the mosque.

"First prayer first!" Mother's words re-awakened her, stepping back toward her previous goal.

Honestly, he never woke up this early. His body was half six to six o'clock, and he woke up quickly for fear of being late for school.

Back to step out after performing his morning prayers. "Essst, Cold!" Half shivering the girl left the bathroom.

"Here we have breakfast!" My mother is friendly with her smile.

Circulate the view until you get a timepiece. It's still 05:00, too soon for breakfast. Then after this what?

At the dinner table there was only Nizam and mother. Minus' mother's husband, who had actually set off for the plantation, harvested mustard, cauliflower and lettuce, while waiting for the buyer.

His gaze was fixed on Nizam, the man now looked like magrib yesterday during their first meeting on the bridge.

A shabby t-shirt with pants under the knees that is also almost shabby.

Fix, the guy who helped him yesterday was Nizam. The same man who uses Koko's clothes and sarongs with fragrant body. Same with the man he praised handsome and fragrant last night.

Still no conversation with Nizam. Just as stiff and cold.

"I'm leaving!" Say Nizam while stepping out of the house, and certainly with a rash step.

Here he was with his mother cleaning the dining table, washing dishes continued by helping the mother clean the house. Self-conscious, here he hitchhiked at least have to help who have a home.