Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Diary Book

Laela has submitted a letter of resignation to stop teaching at the pesantren. Now he has a very free time before going out of town to carry out his teaching duties at a State Elementary School.

Choosing to clean the room, especially the belongings of the husband. Just want to let go of longing with the man who owns himself. His hands are reaching deeper than ever before.

A diary book even if only from an ordinary binder.

His lips smiled, inwardly asking if men also needed this kind of item?

With a warm heart when moving the hand opens the first sheet.

Maybe he should go back to studying after this. He was unable to read the writing, hijayyah without harakat.

It's beautiful and neat. He admitted that Nizam's writing was much more beautiful than his writing.

Hands continue to move, until some new sheets can be a little relieved when able to read the series of words by the husband's hand.

Her lips continued to smile while remembering Nizam's face.

How long was he still faithfully sitting cross-legged on the floor while holding the book. Until it's in the back yard. A beautiful writing similar to calligraphy that is usually found on the walls of the mosque.

MaasyaAllah, until now she is still always amazed by her husband. How lucky he is to be able to get a man like Nizam, albeit in a way, hihihi.

He is still focusing on that last page. The writing looks different from the others, although the same is almost the same letter Hijayyah without harakat. But the size is much larger, because it almost meets the sheet and is written in landscape.

Slowly start reading according to his minimal knowledge.

"Nun-sa-ya-ba." Say it carefully. Then a frown what does this mean? The heart seems to force itself to be able to read the series of letters. Curious.

His eyes looked fixedly at the writing, until finally, ...

"Nusaibah!" Still slowly. Did ya?

I don't know why his heart now feels pain itself, but he's not necessarily right in reading.

Nah!

It's impossible, right?

The woman's name is in this book?

He flipped through the book, trying to find a trace of what year these beautiful writings existed.

Now he can only bite his lips while closing his eyes. There is no denying that there is pain in his chest. Although some hearts are still trying to strengthen by saying this book has been a long time, maybe the book when Nizam was in the boarding house first.

His mind floated on the figure of a beautiful, graceful woman with a wide cloth covering her entire body except for her face. If the meaning of the writing is the name of the woman, it means

Is there love for that woman?

Her memory soared again, returning a few years before they were married.

How strongly the man refused to marry her, even just looking at her Nizam looked reluctant.

Now he tries to compare himself to the woman.

Say soft words, a head that often looks down, then what else?

While himself?

speak as they please, be a little free, and close the law if there is Nizam.

Then about Nizam who always told him to close the aurat if he wanted to get out of the house. Much different from the woman they had approached. Just the first time he met, the woman had closed her body perfectly.

About Nizam who wanted him to be a teacher.

Is that the woman of her husband's dreams?

"Dragon!" He said softly while grimacing.

But the pain is still not going to go from there. Now she has other feelings for her husband besides longing, there is jealousy.

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Laela drove her motorcycle, this time the fishing village became her goal, whether the goal was only she herself knew.

"Abang, I'm coming again, pick up brother." Nothing yet, he felt difficult to connect his words.

"When's your brother coming home?"

His eyes continued to stare straight ahead there, despite the blinding bias of the sunlight. He could only squint his eyes and put his hand on his forehead.

He should have brought the sunglasses.

Back to breathing out loud. I don't know why I should go to places like this.

"Abang," The head then lowered his head while arranging his line of words.

"I found my brother's diary under the bed column." He lowered his gaze for a moment, then lifted up again.

"What is Nusaibah? Mashitah's brother?"

Shut up for a moment, catch your breath that suddenly feels tight. How hard he tried to convince himself if the book was old, but still his chest was not relieved as well.

His mind drifted back to the woman.

Nusaibah, a name as simple as its owner. Very simple, soft word and behavior.

Now serving as one of the foundation's top brass, great isn't it?

"I want my wife to be a teacher."

Nizam's sentence when they both differ in determining the major Laela will take when applying for college.

Teacher, like Nusaibah.

"Bang, I've become the teacher you want me to be. I graduated bang."

"I didn't leave, there was an empty house at school, I was allowed to stay there bang. So we don't have to look for any more contracts." He lowered his head again while exhaling a rough breath after that.

Just for a moment, then raised his head back to look at the open sea that seemed endless. Hoping for a miracle, her husband appeared to the group who had just pulled the boat over there.

"Bang, I promise, if you come home, I won't take off the hijab again if you leave the house, so it's only at Nisa's house."

"I promise bang!" Now it is no longer able to withstand the point of water that drops wet the cheeks. Let it be, just think of it as a release of longing for someone who is now intangible.

"Dude."

"What is like Kak Nus, the dream woman of a sister?"

Rest assured this time his chest is really tight. I really want him to get an answer to this question.

If it is true that the woman whom her husband covets is like that woman, then he will try to change himself into what he wants.

Look how much he loves that guy named Nizam.

How sincere the heart and the feelings of the man who now he does not know where the jungle.

This was not his first sacrifice to get Nizam. From the beginning she had even sacrificed her ideals to follow her husband's passions.

"Bang, go home bang!"

"I promise I won't do it again."

"I promise you, I will follow everything you want. You want me to be a calm girl, right? No installment?

Yes, I promise. Asal brother also want a promise to quickly go home bang."

He still makes the figure of Nusaibah as his benchmark.

Women who only hold both hands in front of the chest when meeting a man who is not their muhrim.

But it looks so warm when talking to fellow women.

This longing is too deep, now equipped with jealousy that comes after finding the book.