Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Who Came to Ask for Help

"Zam There's a Mind outside." Mom just called Nizam in her room.

Nizam began to step out to meet the guest. While Laela steps in preparing drinks for Nizam and his guests.

In the living room, a man who only differed a few years easier than Nizam was sitting with both hands on his back. Just glanced once when he heard footsteps approaching then his gaze returned to the bottom.

Pale face, indicating he was tired, maybe his life is now under the middle.

" Bang help me!" Not yet his eyes have looked inundated.

Nizam was still silent, the matter of the man had been known to the whole house.

"My wife hurts Bang!" He said again, occasionally his hand was raised rubbing the rough eyes to his cheeks, even a sound had been stuck in the throat.

The man was in need of a fee, for the sake of treating the wife.

The man who used to petrify Nizam took care and fed the feed to the chickens Nizam while being idle. The longest one was, when Nizam married Laela. The man took Nizam for a few days to take care of his chickens.

"Patience, it's all a test. So how do you want it!"

" I want to pawn my flag Bang." He said very quietly, even a little stammering.

Maybe for others it was just an ordinary chicken coop. The chicken coop is next to Nizam's.

But for him it is a place where he seeks sustenance to connect the lives of his entire family.

Then what after this, without the chicken coop.

Where will he live from? Where do they feed their families from?

The man was unlike Nizam who had a steady job other than owning a chicken coop.

In his eyes, Nizam was a very lucky and a little bit of money. The father who owns a vegetable garden, and a chicken coop managed by Nizam. Not to mention Nizam's job as an orange army that clearly gets a salary every month.

Moreover, knowing Nizam with all the kindness that man had, making his way to this house in order to get help from this kind, though very heavy, man.

A few days came, saying his point, but did not find Nizam in the house. Mother could not help much, before asking for a decision from the son.

I'm just trying to find the right time to bring these two men together.

"How much?"Nizams.

" Twenty-five million Bang!"

" It was also the doctor asked for thirty limajutas, for preparation, but for the brother of Twenty-five million just bang."

A lot of money for them, even with Nizam.

" What is his wife sick, brother?" Laela had just come with two glasses of warm tea and a plate of fried breadfruit.

"Stttt."Nizam looked at his wife who was directly involved.

"Hehehehe," Laela grinned, curiosity making her sit at the side of her husband.

" My wife? There's a lump in your abdomen, he says it's still a tumor, but if you don't get treatment for too long it might turn into cancer, which can be harder to treat."

"Now my wife is in town, waiting for my money."

Now his speech was a little smoother, expecting Iba from Nizam's wife.

Laela grimaced as she gently rubbed her stomach. He still had much to give thanks, met with an established man, and was now given a gift by God by containing the seed of the man.

Budi has been married for more than 3 years, but has not been blessed with a child to decorate their household.

" Three years of marriage, we have not been given any children. It turns out my wife's content is in trouble." Returning to the word, when he saw the woman rubbing her stomach. Hopefully this way, the woman is more compassionate to him and wants to persuade her husband.

"I can't tell you right now, want to talk to the house people first."Nizams.

" But Bang …?" Not yet the man returned begging. " Doctor asks for it immediately."

"If you can, I want to work with you. Consider it employee Bang. For salary issues, it is up to you what salary. But I need Bang's work!"

The man looked down again, it was not easy to give his financial resources to others.

Inside, the heart felt more and more torn. Begging for mercy with a little face-sucking.

Hope to get some help from this kind man.

"Bang!" Laela rubbed her arms slowly, her face also looked sad and even wanted to cry just from hearing the story of the man in front of her.

"Sttt!" Nizams

"If you cooperate with me, keep your wife in town, who's taking care of her?"

"Just like his mother Bang,"

He rubbed his eyes again violently. As much as possible to hold back tears not to come out, but can't, the tears from his eyes are a little stubborn.

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"He asked for twenty-five million."

Now the four of them are gathered in the living room to discuss the problem of Budi. Even with a father who is not used to gathering with his family.

"Help me bang, I'm scared!" Laela.

"Fear why?" Nizam turned to look at his wife's face which was a little grimacing.

The woman was imagining a lump in her stomach as the man had told her.

Ouch, amit-amit.

"I'm pregnant."

"Continue?" Nizam frowned.

There the sick why it was Laela who was afraid. The woman never even met Budi's wife.

"We should be giving a lot, helping the needy. They need us, all we can do is help." Laela.

"But this is not a little money La. Twenty-five million!" The hand stretched out its fingers, though the number was not quite what his mouth had mentioned.

"You're pregnant, too, we also need your preparation funds to give birth later."

"But giving birth will not be that big a bang." Laela. Only about one to two million for childbirth funds in areas, maybe less if they use services in hospitals and are handled by doctors.

But he will sacrifice for the family. It's okay for her to give birth in a clinic and be handled by a midwife. And for his college problems, he wasn't too dizzy. There is still a father who will help him later. He only had to hide it from Nizam about his father's help later.

"Be careful La, we don't know what's going to happen. Your college is too."

"Kok brother said it like that. Yes doain dong, may his birth be normal and smooth!" His hands slapped Nizam's shoulders.

"Not doain La, did you just say just in case."

"The money that has to come out will stay out. Either way, we won't be able to prevent or contain it. Because that's how God cleans our treasure."

Mom repeated a sentence Nizam used to say if they lost money.

When mom's wallet is pickpocketed in the market.

When mom's change fell on the street after shopping at the stall.

When the memory of the mother keeps a million in the closet, but when counted there are only eight hundred thousand.

The sentence will be Nizam, plus, ...

"Please ma'am, it will be replaced with a better one!"