Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
About Them

Laela felt grateful and had to thank Budi.

Men who once came to their homes with thickened faces while raising their hands, asking for kindness and help from their families.

Nizam agreed, giving him twenty-five million dollars at the man's request. It was also the full consideration and plea of Laela who was pregnant at that time.

"Kok am I scared bang?" Laela rubbed her stomach slowly.

"We are grateful to still be given the opportunity and be entrusted offspring. While her? Still have to strive for the recovery of his wife first, can only expect offspring. It's not necessarily packed."

"This brother's wife is healthy. What if I'm going through the same thing..."

"You don't just talk! Speech is prayer, so that it must be good." Nizam immediately cut off Laela's speech, he knew where the conversation was going. Too far away, and indeed he can not imagine when to be in the position of Budi.

"When we can help, we can help. Think of this as a prayer that our child may be safe until the birth."

His face rightly implied fear. Expect this help as an reinforcements for their families.

Talks at that time, until Nizam was able to pour a lot of funds.

Many, very much for the size of ordinary citizens like them. It took me a while to collect that kind of money?

Budi still carries out his duties in his chicken coop as usual. Nizam's too.

Nizam can go home sooner than usual. When morning came, the man was not too tired when starting the day.

Nizam just stopped by to check every time he came home from work, or when he was about to go to work. The rest, all done by Budi. Feed chickens, maintain the temperature of the cage, and clean the cage. All of those tasks have shifted to Budi.

Obviously the one who benefited was Laela, The girl had more time with Nizam.

Especially when he saw the appearance of Nizam who never again used his buluk clothes.

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As time went on, the flowers of love in their household grew very fertile.

There were no pebbles along their journey. But able to pass together with each other suppress the ego. And again it's all because of love.

Laela graduated in the sixth year of their marriage. Understandably, Laela is a housewife, not a girl who has her own freedom. Laela must sacrifice a little time to keep the Fruit of Hearts proof of their love.

Even took leave in the second semester of college because the content at that time had grown. Until he was able to make the whole family proud when using toga and Bachelor of Education embedded in the back of his name.

Izzar's name is a handsome boy who was born from Laela's womb five years ago. Increasingly added happiness and complexity in their households.

And at this time, Laela and Nizam are on a frantic search for a school for Laela to enter as a teaching team.

Miyah, Nizam's sister.

Edited by wrong ustadz. And now the woman lives in one of the boarding houses to follow her husband.

This afternoon, Laela was still outside with Kak Nisa while looking after their respective children who were playing in the sand.

Nisa's sister also has a son who is over a year older than Izzar.

Ridwan. Become family, as well as closest friends for Izzar.

"Take the hijab first La, soon Nizam comes home. Must be angry when you see you come out not closing the aurat." Since this time when he had warned his sister-in-law this.

"You're talking to Nizam only when he's around?" Nothing Nisa has yet to shake her head. He knew it, Laela's still a little recalcitrant if there's no Nizam.

"Hehehe," The girl simply chuckled, refuting neither. His love for Nizam is indeed very big, the girl obeys all the wishes and orders of Nizam. Although, most of it was done when the man was there.

Especially this, closing the aurat, the girl could not force herself.

Until without them knowing, Nizam motorbike has stopped near them.

Laela didn't expect Nizam to be home so soon, or maybe she just forgot about time.

" Why aren't you out of the house wearing a hijab?" The man had just arrived and his emotions were immediately visible on his face. A sharp eye glances at the woman. His head shook hard. Nizam has often pressed him, if you want to go out of the house to close his aura.

That doesn't just apply to Laela herself. But also mother, sister Annisaa and Miyah as well.

All the women who are members of his family. And all of them were obedient, except this one woman.

Seeing the arrival of Nizam, the two boys walked quickly to take place on the man's motorbike. Izzar took his place in front of Nizam, while Ridwan climbed into the motorcycle seat, his hands having been fully coiled to the waist of the uncle.

"Eh I guess your brother hasn't come home yet?"Laela grimacing.

" If you don't exist, you don't wear a hijab?" the gaze grew sharper, penetrating to the heart.

" What a real man! Hihihii." Sister Nisa is getting stoves, maybe happy when she sees her sister-in-law getting scolded.

" In fact, I have told you to go in and take the hijab of Zam. But I think he is waiting for you to come home and close the aurat. If I'm the only one talking, where's he hearing, he likes to argue!"

Laela glanced bitterly at her sister-in-law.

Sister Nisa is no fun, no more!

he swore in his heart.

While the woman who was still sitting, rolled her lips so that her smile was not too visible.

Nyaho You, you're angry right?

It seemed like the two women were at war even though it was only through the gaze of the eyes.

"Lake in!"

One word that was spoken very firmly could not be denied Laela. The woman began to bow her feet into the yard of her house.

"Wash your hands first!"

Nizam said to the two boys. There is no firmness in his speech now, only tenderness and affection are emanated.

Finally the place was empty again. The two women entered their homes with different faces. Laela walked into the house with a sullen face.

While Nisa with her ignorant face, was also upset when her words were not touched by her sister-in-law.

Nizam started running his bike with two boys.

It was the habit of the two boys if Nizam came home late in the afternoon. The man will take them around the village while enjoying the beautiful view of the afternoon. The coldness of the wind that struck was not revealed. Waving hands at the other boys they encountered during the trip.