Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
They Are Different

" Asalamualaikum!"

Nizam was standing in front of a house, his other hand was used knocking on an unclosed door.

Behind him Laela stood neatly and quietly.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, enter Zam!"

Answer from within, a middle-aged man appeared with a smile on his face welcoming his guest.

" Syukron ustad." With a slight opening, Nizam began to step inside the house following the direction of the man's hand that was outstretched onto a sofa. Do not forget to take the wife with just a nod of her head.

"Sit Zam!"

"Shukron ustad!" Before He actually landed his body on the sofa, his hands behind Laela's back allowed him to sit down first.

"So this is your wife Zam?"

" Oh yes, this is my wife I told you about."

Nizam has set foot in this house several times. The goal, is to find a job vacancy for Laela as a teacher.

" God be to God."

Ustadz Azzam's. He is one of the higher-ups at the Foundation where Nizam used to get an education.

One of the friendliest Ustadz that Nizam knows.

"Just graduated?" Ustadz Azzam now turned his gaze to Laela who was sitting right beside Nizam.

" Yes Ustaz, fresh graduate, hehehe." Laela answered trying to get along.

Nizam smiled to see his wife who was easy to familiarize herself. But if possible, he does not like this trait too much.

He wanted his woman to be graceful and a little shy.

" God be to God." Ustadz Azzam is accompanied by the transport of the head. "major?"

"Sastra ustad, English."

"May I!" Still with a nod of his head.

" Wait a minute!"

After that he stood up leaving a couple who became his guest.

"You deg-degan?" Nizam's whisper was afraid of being heard by others.

"No, B!" Casualty of a Laela, Like having faced several times like this. According to him, this was no more frightening than the trial.

If it's not accepted, it doesn't matter. After all Iya never had the ambition of being a teacher, all this he did for the sake of Nizam.

"Quiet yeah!" Nizam clasped his hand, even though his wife said so, He still tried to provide calmness.

Until Ustadz Azzam re-entered, with a woman wearing a loose robe complete with a long-stretched hijab.

That simple appearance, in fact, is able to disturb the feeling of a person, the chest rumbles crowded without being able to be controlled.

Nizam lowered his head, trying to control himself. He knows all this is wrong.

Feelings, hearts.

Inhaling the air deeply to fill all the cavities of his chest. Without realizing it, his hand that was holding his wife's hand was getting stronger.

"Nus, this is Nizam Nus. I studied at the Foundation as well. Recognize?"

"Emm, I don't know. Just know the guy anyway, hehehe."

Laughing a little to eliminate the impression of arrogance because it does not recognize the man in front of him.

She is not hypocritical, as long as a student of pesantren first, this woman is one of the best students who shut themselves from the association with the opposite sex.

What he did not know, so many men's hearts were knocked just by looking at his face.

And put love in the heart even though it is unrequited.don't talk about replies, they don't even dare to express the intent of the heart.

Because women, the Princess of the Pesantren leadership is considered too perfect for their ordinary students.

Never mind to say hello, look at Nus a little reluctantly. It's only natural that he doesn't know too much about men.

Ustadz Azzam nodded in understanding.

"Wait a minute!" Nus' words before moving on from there.

Back in by holding the hand of a man who is believed to be his halal partner, the man who managed to knock on the door of the girl's heart.

Ah no, rather the man who had managed to find the heart of Ustadz Azzam to give his daughter to this man.

Nizam had no idea what was the reason Ustadz Azzam received this man's proposal for his daughter first. Because the background of this man is not the same as those who have a strong religious education foundation.

"Bang, this knows this there was a former santri father used to be with his wife!"

"Ohh, yes." The man reached out in front of Nizam, in greeting. But just cross paths while smiling at Laela.

It seemed a little awkward when Laela was here.

Although often her husband lectured her about limiting himself from the opposite sex, but sorry, he could not be like them.

The association in the campus slightly freed his outstretched hands to greet the opposite sex. Be it his classmates or male lecturers.

"Why recognise?" Ask the man to his wife. Feeling no need with them, after all there is a father and Nus too.

"Let there be no slander, hehehe." While flirting in the arms of the husband. Only prevent negative things created by meeting other men. Including the jealousy of the husband.

"Perhaps after this, we will often meet because his wife is a prospective teacher in the pesantren."

By Allah,...

Just like this, she asked her husband for permission. There is a father here as his mahram.

How not to mess with the husband of another wife, if this woman really keeps her honor.

"Yes it's safe. I believe it." Gently rubbing the head of the wife covered with a long dangling cloth.

"I'll excuse you! There's still work ahead!" He said before leaving the living room.

"So how?" Dad asked.

Because Nus earlier mentioned Laela as a prospective teacher, even though the test alone has not.

"Kita is indeed short of teaching staff, because Aisyah is pregnant. Nus is also not too sure that Aisyah is still allowed to cooperate with her husband. Even if defiled means he has to take a baby sister to take care of his child later."

"But, ...? Teaching in Ibtidaiyah, no papa?" He said a little bit.

"It's not pa-pa, is it, baby?"

Hah, Laela turned her eyes to listen to the call.

Even when asked about the love, Nizam refused to answer. What's the matter?

Maybe show off like a couple.

"Yes, not pa-pa."

"Alhamdulillah." The three exclaimed as they listened to Laela's words even though they were slightly stammered.

don't forget to introduce someone to them again.

Masyita, the girl who also just graduated at the same university where Laila used to get an education. Predicated scholars of Islamic education who may be clearly prepared to teach in pesantren.

Apparently the youngest son of Ustadz Azzam.maybe the middle-aged man prepared his daughters to be able to continue the foundation he led.

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Ibtidaiyah Madrasah is the basic level of formal education in Indonesia, equivalent to Primary School, which is managed by the Ministry of Religious Affairs. Ibtidaiyah Madrasah taken within 6 years, ranging from 1st to 6th grade.