Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Reaching the Capita

" I'm accepted!" Laela.

His words were softened with a hand that tightly grasped his phone. If this news used to be a happiness for the entire small family, especially by Nizam, but now no longer.

Laela doesn't really expect this. Even he is confused at the moment.

In order to get up, he had to be swept away first. Only because of pity on his entire family so that he was able to get through the slump left by his husband.

" Receive it!" The pat on his shoulder made him look over.

Now he is at the house of Anisa, is telling this news as well as want to ask for input to her brother-in-law.

" Nizam really wants you to be a civil servant. And now it's done, but you won't take it? What if he comes home later?"

"Remember, there are a lot of people out there who really hope to graduate and become civil servants, so why don't you?"

The hope of Nizam going home in good condition is still held firm. Although it has been a few weeks. The search for the man's figure had even been stopped.

Although the mother and father accepted the decision freely but not for these two women.

A prayer that never breaks, along with a great hope if,…

Nizam is fine.

" But far away, brother?"

"What are your plans?"

All have been talked about by them.

If Laela is accepted, then she and Nizam will choose to occupy a contract house for them. While leaving mother and father to Annisa.

And everyone agreed to that. Even with his father and mother, Nisa's house is also just next to their house.

But now, what would Laela be without Nizam?

"If you don't take Nizam back, he'll be disappointed. Not angry, my sister is rarely angry."

Look how much they hope for Nizam.

Laela nodded in confirming.

That means he must be ready to live apart from the family.

"You take it easy, for mom and dad to leave it to brother!"

"You don't seem to believe in older brothers, when they are my real parents!"

"I should worry about you and your father if you're in your hands!"

Laela immediately turned her face to look at her sister-in-law, about to protest.

"Eh, I'm sorry, sorry!" Annisa.

Know if he might have mispronounced.

"It's not meant to drive you out, but you can live near there first, rather than having to go back and forth here. You're afraid or Izzar's tired."

Again Nisa gave her long advice. Until finally Laela breathed rough, justifying everything even though it still felt heavy.

Unfortunately Mashita did not graduate. So he had to take care of everything by himself.

His motorbike drove away from the village he had lived in for a long time. The beloved husband's village.

A man he thinks has a lot of rules, but still he does.

The man who made her sacrifice always, even left her own identity.

Finishing his business alone, even half-heartedly.

Her mind was still heavy if she had to leave her husband's village.

How will he live in the village of people without his closest family?

What about Izzar?

The bike went back, this time even further. Up to pull over on a white sandy beach.

His feet began to fall, stepping heavily and slowly.

Leaving the motor given by the husband as a gift of graduation first.

Stopped for a moment just to take off her shoes. Then continue his steps forward there. Until it stopped when his feet began to get wet touched by sea water. He doesn't even know why he should get here.

His head turned to the left, staring at the same stretch of sand.

In the heart of hope, at the end there he was able to catch a tall upright body belonging to the husband, approaching him with a sweet smile.

Then he will run with all his might until his body hits the man's body, just let the man will come back angry at him.

But until some time his gaze towards there, but there is nothing there.

All of that was just his imagination.

His eyes went straight back there. Enjoy the warm sun complete with a dazzling light reflected by the water.

His plain feet moved back a few steps, bent over grabbing the wooden twigs lying on the sand that had just reached the edge of the swept waves.

The hand that held the twig moved dancing on the sand.

LAELA & NIZAM'S

The work of his hands began to appear. Carving the name he had just created, not until one minute until swept by the waves. Leaving a mark that is only partial.

He chose to move, a little to the back so that the name carving was not immediately in the sea water.

His hands danced again by holding the wooden branch.

LAELA & NIZAM'S

Back on the sand.

His lips smiled as he repeatedly stared and read, understanding the results of his work simply by himself.

Until some time, the hands drooped limp, twigs were released from his hands. His eyes went straight back there.

" Bang I passed Bang!" He said to no idea who.

Shallow and painful.

" Bang I should what Bang?"

The clear sky refused to answer. The water that greeted his feet did not give his voice.

But he kept asking.

"Said sister Nisa, just accept who knows brother coming home later. Sister Nisa is afraid that you are disappointed with Lela again. Says sister Nisa, Lela always disappointed brother, really bang?"

"But now you must be proud of Lela for being able to graduate."

"I don't use any help, don't be mocked anymore!"

Speak at length with eyes that begin to glaze over.

Just once blinked, crack was already his defense.

The clear water is now racing to wet his cheeks. She cried.

His head was bowed with tears that were getting worse.

Even his body was no longer strong to stay firm, just shed.

Laela crouched down, with both hands hugging herself. Drown his face on his two knees. With this he could cry more. Spilling all the pain created by his longing.

"Bang, go home bang!" Lirih.

"Lela misses the bang, no one hugs!"

He continued to speak, letting his voice be swept away by the waves.

Hope the waves will bring his longing to the owner of the heart.

The nights he passed were increasingly quiet and cold, when Izzar chose to sleep with Ridwan, even because of the orders of sister Nisa. Maybe his brother-in-law was giving him time to be alone and cry.

Every night, before his sleep, he still took the time to look at the door, waiting for a knock from outside then he would immediately open the door of his house. Wishing that knock was her husband.

Maybe he should be patient again enjoying his longing.

Maybe he'll keep waiting until his pulse is no longer chained.

Enjoying the moonlight when dim, he was still patient to wait.