Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Bin Nizam

" We're going to my house, brother!"

When the car has been at the intersection between her hometown or to her husband's village. After all, the house was her husband's house, which meant it was also her house. That's where he should be when he comes home like this.

" But mom's dad is waiting for you La, they already know your condition." This time, he was back as a driver.

Mr. Budi who had brought Laela's motorbike to be used there, is now asleep next to the same Izzar enjoying the trip soundly.

" We're going to Mom's house first, yeah, let me take you to your house."

" But that's where I live, where I have to go home." Laela.

Inwardly still hoping, when he returned home then Nizam would be easier to find him than at the home of his own biological parents.

" We'll just go to my house, Om!" Full support was obtained from the back bench, Since when did the boy wake up?

The car slowly slowed down as it entered the hometown of Izzar. How much persuasion Mansyur to bring his sister home to their parents but can not shake the will of both mother and child.

Intending to put his car into the yard of Nizam's house, but the boy who had been sitting behind it has now jumped out, impatient.

Not directly into his house but the first on his side is the house on the side.

" Ridwan, Oi Ridwan." He shouted loudly as he stood in front of the terrace. It was true that he could not wait to meet his closest cousin.

I missed almost a month of not playing together. In his new residence, he had not made friends as close as Ridwan.

There were many things he wanted to share with the boy.

The story is about him who lives in his own school, so after the dawn prayer, he can still sleep for a while before preparing to leave for school.

About the number of merchants who go every day in front of the school gate.

Ah a lot.

He was just about to take off his sandals, about to enter even though the host had not been invited, it was common for them, when the boy and his mother walked out after listening to his voice.

" Here!" Calling the boy with a waving hand, his curled lips created a sweet smile on his face, there was once a happiness that the boy had felt.

" When will it come?" First question from my aunt. Obviously the woman was a little confused, the article He just a few hours ago called the boy's mother.

" New aunt, Picked up by Mansyur." Though the adult man in question only intends to visit and deliver a motorbike to Laela in order to facilitate his mobilization.

Hands back to stretch as if to pull his cousin's hand, it feels like Ridwan walked too long behind his mother.

" What?" Ridwan when he saw the smile of his cousin.

" I want a sister, hahaha." He said with a laugh that looked very happy.

" You lose, I have a sister first."

I am proud to have defeated this cousin. All this time he was always defeated.

With Ridwan who is always superior and first knows before himself.

Ridwan who first knows letters and numbers.

The first Ridwan knows how to ride a bike.

The first Ridwan knows how to climb a tall tree.

Ridwan has too many advantages compared to him. Even Ridwan often taught himself about these things. Very reasonable in fact, given their age, Ridwan was indeed older than him even though it was only a year or so.

" I have a sister in my mom's belly, yeee!" Shouts again. How cheerful the boy was, without knowing what was stuck in the mother's chest with his happiness now.

The two had been sitting side by side on the terrace of Ridwan's house.

"Hemmm, if our guy can be a ball team, can beat the Agus sama Reka."

Izzar nodded in agreement to all of Ridwan's words and suggestions. Not to mention they have set a strategy to beat the opposing team they always face when playing on the field there.

Imagining their daily lives will certainly increase exciting with the increase in family members.

While Annisa has been at her mother's house, welcoming Laela's arrival with a warm embrace. Just like that, but able to provoke tears that came back out as if it was endless.

The news of Laela's pregnancy was able to again disturb their calm, which had momentarily forgotten the sadness about the departure of one of the family members.

" I'm pregnant, Mom!"

His words leaned on his sister-in-law, both hands each grasping the hands of mother and Nisa. He was between his mother and brother-in-law. At least lean back for a while before returning to bring his own body and burden.

Her mother-in-law was only able to stroke her back without being able to take out a word.

"That's a gift God gave you. You should be thankful!" Nisha.

"But I don't have a husband."

"Stttt,"

"People will talk about me." Laela tried to signal from mother.

He wanted to bring out everything that stuck in his heart right now without wanting to delay.

Tomorrow Mansyur will take him back to the city. It feels too tight this holiday.

"How about you crav mom. Who would I ask?"

"So I should go home now, 'cause I need my husband mom."

"Why does it feel like God is unfair. My husband was taken, but he left his son to me!"

"I have to what mom!"

"Stttt. You can't talk like that!" Mom started interrupting. Laela's talks have been a little distorted in her opinion. Maybe desperate.

"God knows that you are a strong woman, so God gives you this kind of test. You are the woman God chose to leave his servant. Take good care, educate well. Because you are the mother and father of your children now."

"About the boy, obviously had a father, even though he's not with us now. It must be Bin or Bint Nizam."

"If you are no longer able to take care of your grandchild, give it to your mother! Let the mother take care of and raise the mother's grandchildren."

Not to take, but I knew that his shoulder might have been tired.

"Don't want to."

"Later brother gets angry when I leave my son to mother."

I could only go silent without interrupting again. Laela's life has so far been completely contaminated with Nizam.

The cinta is too big, making the woman will follow all the words of the man. Luckily the man she loved was a figure like Nizam. Who can lead and lead him on a better path.