Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Ikhlaskan!

Iandang azan echoes break the sunyinya of the night. The sign of the night ended up changing with dawn. Mutual martyrdom that makes them sure the mosque is close from where they are more than one.

"Well, wake up. Shalah in the mosque?" Laela was shaking her father's shoulder slowly. Pity arises when the old body must lie on the floor only with a sheet of fur carpet, soft but not as a mattress.

Last night there was a debate between Laela and the father about who will sleep in front of the room. Unfortunately all want to give up, willing to sacrifice the body for the sake of other family members feel the soft mattress.

DAn Laela could not do anything when the father first laid his body beside Mansyur who had fallen asleep first. Be Laela get into the room joining mom and Izzar. They chose to stay with the family to find out more about the residence of the princess bontot.

"Well, wake up. Move inside!"

"Sister, get up first. Prayers have just moved to sleep in the room! It's cold in here." Laela turned on the older sister's body, shaking slowly.

The sense of compassion is so strong when he sees his family sacrifice so far. Even though he had said it was fine to live alone with his son, they were still worried about Laela.

Yesterday afternoon, even mom and dad had a chance to visit all the residents of the school complex, bring their hands and leave Laela to them.

Mother said, let someone take care.

Geez, how precious a daughter is in the eyes of her family.

And today, they plan to go out on the streets while looking for the needs for Laela and Izzar while staying here. Especially the tv that was promised by brother Mansur to his nephew.

Perhaps this is the first time Laela has returned to the road with her family after marriage. Never get together like this just for a walk together. Just eating together, or going to the market with his mother when he came to visit his parents' house.

Does he have to be happy about this or sad? Like being sent home to his family.

If there was Bang Nizampun, they wouldn't have gone together like this. She will go with her husband and children.

The atmosphere here is much more crowded when compared to where he lived with Nizam, Obviously here the city and there the mountains. More fully, almost everything he needs is here, and everything needs a mouthpiece.

He had dreamed, after college this place became his goal in finding work. Become a career woman with her fashionable clothes and ****!.

And here it is and will stay. But with a different story. Now he is a teacher with a cloth that covers his entire body. And all that was in the way of her husband who now knows where. Waiting for the man, about to show his achievements.

"Can mom?"

The son's voice made him come to his senses from his daydream. In his hands was a set of superw airplane toys!ngs, small but quite drain the wallet if you buy it at once. The boy's eyes looked so shady and hopeful.

Just need a word yes from Laela alone, making the toy has now turned into hers, Laela also does not need to spend money. Because it was a gift from Mansyur. How much is her brother now?

Making Laela now feel sorry for this family. Sis Mansyur has a family of his own, and he is not the dependant of the man. There is guilt and I want to thank my sister Mansyur's wife.

Back to school just as tired. Finally they decided to stay back in this house while waiting for the goods that must be arranged. Didn't want to leave Laela in a state of confusion herself with her things.

Luckily, foam mattresses are also on the shopping list, making the body of the father and Mansyur not too sore . It was intentional as preparation when they returned to stay here. Izzar chose to join sleep with his beloved grandfather and om, maybe as a thank you for spending a lot of stuff.

When Laela's house was ready with all the furniture and equipment.

Standing in front of a ready-to-go car brings his family back home, leaving him and his son in the sights.

Salim and a warm hug as the stock misses Laela on both her parents.

Until his body was taken by his brother.

"Take care of yourself!"

"Yes, I'm big. There's Izzar as well as the others."  Still trying to tell her brother that she's okay.

"If there's anything don't forget to call us."

"It's not that there's anything at all, but always call mom, if you need to, every day, so you can just calmly let go of you here." Mom patted her chest softly. Worried when returning to remember his daughter must be far beyond the observation.

Izzar was still a child, yet could be bestowed the obligation to take care of the mother.

"Take it!"

Just one word, yet it was able to make Laela's tears slide free just like that. The hug suddenly tightened, both hands also put pressure on the sister's back.

A word that was so difficult to accept.

It's hard, it's hard to accept that word.

Mansyur knew that his younger brother still expected Nizam's presence to return to his side.

Such a deep and profound hope.

Hope that knows when it will be fulfilled.

"She's coming back, brother, just calm down!"

All the words were spoken very slowly but so deeply.

How much love Laela had for Nizam, so that she dismissed all the bad possibilities that befell her husband.

Nizam is fine.

Nizam will be back.

The confidence he instilled was so deep in his heart.