Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Still Want to Stay

Laela was still mopping the floor of the house, when Nizam returned to the house after putting egg shelves on the terrace of the house.

Just a glance, Nizam again stepped towards the bathroom in a towel that he tent.

Laela and mother now enjoy the morning with each warm tea and a plate of fried sweet potatoes on the porch of the house, when Nizam reappears from inside the house.

This time Nizam's appearance was different. An orange uniform is attached to the body of his necklace. The wide black belt at the waist enhances the appearance.

The perfume returned.

Sitting on the edge of the terrace, making it easier to use his barrel shoes.

From the inscription on Nizam's back, Laela knew that the man belonged to one of the people-seeking teams.

Nizam stood gallantly behind him, patting his own uniform, this morning he was preparing to return to work.

Approaching the mother to ask for Restu first.

Laela stood up, but she was not needed at this time. I just want to enjoy the beautiful view in front of him.

The heart is racing faster now. And by the time Nizam walked right in front of him, maybe he had stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Very handsome, he murmured in his heart.

Laela was hypnotized by a man who metamorphosed several times in just a short time.

Oh my goodness, is Laela still breathing right now.

Nizam did not approach himself.

Who is he?

Just getting cooler, when the guy rides his NMAN red motorbike.

The sound of a horn, accompanied the departure of the handsome young man.

Heart had protested, he should have been helped yesterday by this handsome man. Not the guy with the buluk clothes and his butt motorbike.

Pufffftt.

A loud gust rang out, Laelapun immediately threw the body back into his chair. Perhaps his current face had been pale white, for too long holding his hypnotized breath with the dashing man earlier.

"Why you?" asked the mother who was in Laela's view as frightened when she saw Nizam.

"Son,... No papa ma'am." he said still trying to catch his breath. Being asked all of a sudden like that, clearly made her flutter herself.

"So how?" I was about to discuss Laela's current residence. Not to expel, but,....

But there's no way he's gonna keep that girl in this house. He has a single man, it's not good for them to stay together in one house.

Nizam said, both of them cannot stay under one roof.

Laela bowed, She knew what mother meant but she did not know what was after this.

This time it was my mother who breathed out slowly. Maybe he should talk back to Mr. RT. Last night I asked to put this girl in her house for just one night.

She was reluctant to talk about it, afraid that Laela would think about suicide again, as Nizam said.

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"Assynnya!" The speech was heard when the footprints sounded hurriedly.

Nizam, the man just came home from work still in his orange uniform that showed the double stoutness of the man.

Continue to step towards the kitchen, pour water, then sit down while drinking water. Laela could only observe, still with her heart pounding.

Unknowingly the girl's gaze focused on the swallowing maggot. Just looking at that, he also swallowed his saliva.

The gaze still continued to focus on the man until Nizam entered the room, back out with his buluk appearance.

Ck, Laela doesn't like Nizam's looks like this.

This time the man went back on his butut duck bike.

And this time the man looked minus minus minus minus minus.

Not cute! Not handsome! Not gallant!

Laela cursed in heart.

And back before maghrib. Of course with the egg shelf.

Again the man came out of the room wearing clothes, koko sarong and peci. A performance that only briefly Laela could enjoy.

"Sir Andi want how many shelves?" Patting its own scabbard.

Here Laela was able to enjoy that beautiful view a little longer.

"Sduuuh do not know, he said he told a lot of stock, afraid of running out he said."

"Yes, Nizam will come to his house." Back to walking with his wide feet.

Nizam was always in a hurry.

Laela still followed the man with her eyes.

Ah, a short night he could still enjoy the man's appearance. Sitting together at the dinner table, even without a word is fine.

I think he refused to leave this house.

Maybe because Nizam is the object of washing his eyes or because the mother who remains calm and warm accepts his existence.

He still wants to be here, even longer. moreover, he is not satisfied to enjoy the appearance of Nizam when the handsome man.

But how?

Another reason I have to say in order to be accepted here.

His brain somersaults was still thinking about what else after this.

Going home, things are not stable.

He may still be married to a man on the staff of his father's chosen village.

Unfortunately, the man turned out to be the lover of his own best friend.

"Don't learn to be a lak0r!"

That word offended him.

He never intended to be a pelak0r. Confidence is still high to be able to get a man single, handsome and established like, the,.... Nizam.

Oh, what is he thinking right now?

Nizams.

Nizams.

Nizams.

The name suddenly filled his heart.

Laela seemed to be reaching for him. But how?

Swap them, they are rare.

Even today despite seeing each other several times no words are spoken even if only say hello.

"Magrib first!"

A gentle greeting yet able to stomp his body. Disperse long daydreams with exorbitant wishful thinking.

Mom's view is a little different now. Know if this foreign girl had been watching her son with eyes that were almost not closed.

A view that implies an admiration for the figure of an adult man.

Fear has appeared. It's true they can't let this girl stay on one roof with her son for too long.

Sitting together with mother after performing the magrib prayer which is only two. With hands up. In his prayer, the girl mentioned the name Nizam.

Nizams.

The name is back.

I think he wants to have that guy.

I think he wants to stay here.

The girl's tumbens rested longer. Usually after the greeting, with a quick movement he had stood up, again grabbed his phone and played while lying on his bed.

It was after his mother boisterously told him to pray.

Ck, maybe all mothers like that well, boisterous themselves?