Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Enjoying the Joint

" La, you eat well!" Annisa again appeared with a plate of rice in her hand.

Laela turned her head for a while, smiling despite being forced just to tell her sister-in-law that she was fine.

His body was still lying on the bed, a sense of comfort while here. His body was forced to sit in honor of his brother-in-law. "I'm not hungry yet!" Her speech.

"When is Trus hungry?"

The woman sat on the edge of Laela's Sajadah.

Hands began to stir mixing a spoonful of rice with vegetables and side dishes, then held it out in front of the sister-in-law.

"Eating, crying also needs energy." He said a little Ketus, hope with this Laela will follow his orders.

Laela smiled, with her hands gently brushed off the spoonful of rice that had been in front of her.

" Kak Clash, if hungry also take it yourself."

" You should have thanked my sister. I'm ready to cook for you but not eat!" Anisa continued to babble, her eyes flickering several times to keep the water from spilling from there.

" Yes, brother, thank you for cooking for my family." Smile with a heart.

" They are also my dodol family, your father's mother is also my sister-in-law. So I'm naturally watching you!"

" Yes, thank you,"

" Oh, eat this, think of it as a thank you to me!" Anisa again thrust a spoonful of rice in front of Laela.

With a little force, the woman opened her chewing mouth with a hollow feeling.

" You don't have to keep believing, there's still Izzar you have to pay attention to." His sister-in-law was back to babbling.

" I can't deal with two boys at once" The tears he can literally hold again, sliding freely down his cheeks.

" Otherwise, they're almost the same age."

" Squeezers!" Until the last word he must say with a little self-imposed, because it feels stuck in the throat.

Hands held out with a spoon of rice in front of Laela.

Laela smiled, her tears coming out just like that. His mouth opened to welcome a mouthful of rice.

The sound of small but fast steps with a ripple approached them. The two quickly rubbed their cheeks. Back widening lips featuring a sweet smile.

Izzar and Ridwan almost entered simultaneously in the room. It's just their job to play, run and jump to and fro.

" Have you eaten?" Laela to the Son, her baby with Nizam, the man who is not yet known where her current existence is.

" It was the same Ridwan, I added loh ma'am!" He was proud of the two portions he spent. Deliberately showing it to the Mother, for the woman to smile. Sure enough Laela smiled as she gently rubbed her head, making the child even more proud.

Young children who do not know about the conditions that afflict their families. About his father who he currently knows is working and has not returned home because it helps the condition of an area.

All he knew was the condition of his mother and grandmother who were now sick at the same time.

Feeling happy, when every night accompanied by Ridwan, the closest family and become friends and friends.

" Mom, I'm gonna stay here again, okay?" It was the voice of Ridwan who was asking his mother for permission.

" It's okay, but ask me first!" Annisa.

" Dad said yes too, ask mom first! So can you, Mom?" Make sure he doesn't get searched in the middle of the night to get home.

" Yes, but don't be reckless, aunt is sick!"

" Is mom really sick?"Izzars.

Questions that are almost asked at the same time.

" That's why don't mess around, you guys get out there playing!"

Both of his hands pushed the two boys out of the room immediately.

They began to move, following each other, calling each other as one of them stopped and turned to look at the two adult women.

" But remember not to make a fuss!" Again Nisa again shouted as the voice began to row with small footsteps.

" You see, Izzar is still the spirit of two dishes, hihihihi." Still had a chuckle when he again stretched out a mouthful of rice to Laela.

"Izzar's your responsibility, not mine! If you're still like this, it's me who can deal with them stress."

" What if I'm stressed? You want your son I'm angry? Don't want Izzar I pinched that wayward. Let me hit p@nt@tnya later if magrib doesn't want to go home yet!" The woman was angry with the tears that came back to wet her cheeks.

Giving threats to Laela that she herself did not dare to do.

Laela smiled as she listened to the ramblings of her sister-in-law. He's willing to bet that woman will never do the things he just said.

The woman's emotions may only be to the extent of anger. You will not dare to make physical contact that can hurt a child.

But maybe the story is different, if true stress.

Laela began to think, When will Anisa get tired of facing this family. Does not every human being have limits of patience and reasonableness. He spent too long wallowing in sorrow and deep wounds.

I think he put too much weight on this woman. Letting go of the responsibility he should have. He wastes too much time together lonely, sacrificing himself late with delusion.

Without realizing that the woman in front of him was also hurt because Nizam was his sister as well.

" I'm sorry Brother! sorry Laela!" He said with his head lowered, guilt now surfaced in his heart.

While Annisa was just nodding, hoping that Laela's spirit re-emerged with this.

" Mother Aunt Miyah is coming!" The sound of shrill screams along with boisterous legs that ran back into the room.

The two boys reappeared with excitement. Almost simultaneously with the appearance of a female figure who uses a long cloth canal covers the entire body.

"Sister,-" The woman in the doorway, immediately scattered on the two women who were still sitting at the top. Crouching as he spread out both hands, hugging the two women.

" Sister Nizam, hiks.. hiks..."

All of his words were stifled just changing with sobs that sounded very heartbreaking.

Intended to come with the intention of finding out the truth about the news that he heard about his brother as well as giving spirit and strength to his brother-in-law, in fact he was not that strong.

The arrival of their bontot brother actually returned to herd their tears broke together.

While outside, the husband, who chose to join the other two men, sat in the living room. All three were only able to fall silent while enjoying the sobs of the women who came from inside the room. Occasionally the hand moves to remove the tears that come out without being prevented.

"I don't think we can sleep here Zar?" Ridwan whispered to his cousin, replied with a nod of the head by Izzar.

The two boys were silent standing on the spot as they watched the women who were hugging while crying.

The woman they believe is the owner of the room Izzar occupied.

Afterwards a pair of hands stuck to each shoulder. And when they looked, they found that the father of Ridwan who nodded his head slowly looked at them in turn.

"We're out yuk!"

Give time to women to vent their sadness.