Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
One Empty

" Bang go home Bang!"

" I'm pregnant, this is your son Bang."

" Sister must go home, responsibility Bang!"

" Don't run away from your family and responsibilities!"

For the umpteenth time Laela stood facing the sea.

Deliberately coming to a port, his sight was not; taking note of the ships that had just been leaning. Hoping for one ship to carry passengers and among that he hoped there was a man who had been waiting for mingling with others.

" Wind help me, please tell my husband if me and his children are waiting for his presence!" Now he lifted his head, looking at the sky that looks bright even very bright this afternoon.

Up ahead there, the water stretched out with an invisible edge to the eye. A gentle breeze grabbed the hijab and its robe swung waving. He does not care, even deliberately enjoy for the sake of expelling tired heart and soul.

This was all Laela could do when she felt Miss.

Mansyur was still faithful to stand with and keep his brother in a safe distance.

Even though he said everything Laela did was in vain, he still let his sister let go of all the chest-stifling feelings. Hopefully if after this, the sister can return with a more relieved feeling and come back strong to continue the step.

Several times the man looked down, as the sentence Laela mentioned felt pinched his heart. For a while to let his sister, now Mansyur has stepped foot closer to Laela.

" Bang, go home Bang. What if I crave something? Who's gonna make my cravings happen if it's not my brother?"

" In addition, now that I'm not staying at home anymore, as you once said, we'll contract together Let the work be close."

He deliberately told this, hoping that if Nizam heard it and returned home, the man could immediately approach him there.

"La, it's La!" Mansyur has now embraced the younger brother, word for word sounds so painful in his ears. How hard it is to enjoy this view.

" I'm pregnant Brother" Mansyur nodded, He did know about it.

" I'm pregnant, no husband."

The slump came back every time he remembered Nizam, the man not only abandoned him, but also left a seed in his stomach that he had to bear alone.

"La."

" My son doesn't have a father."

"La, already!" Mansyur even reprimanded him with great emphasis. Laela looks like a desperate woman.Yes maybe she has broken up right now. " Your son has a father, it's just that he's not with us. Pray he gets there a decent place on the side. Nizam a very good man, God must love him."

" No brother. Hesitate!"

" Bang Nizam is alive, he's only gone for a little while. He's just going to the rut, don't know the way home."

" Find him for me!"

Now the woman has been sent down. His body felt unable to support the weight of life that he had to take next.

The responsibility is now increasing with the presence of the fetus in his stomach, then how can he bear it alone?

"La, it's La. Lkhlaskan Nizam!"

Had to live away from her whole family just because of her dreams and hopes for her husband to come back. It is hard for Laela to accept the fact that her husband is dead.

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" Ridwan oi! The ridwan!"

Izzar walked closer to his tantric house, his head looking up, elongated looking for the figure he called his name. The cousin.

"What!"

Ridwan appeared from inside questioningly as he looked at the boy who was putting a big smile on his face. The sight also made her lips smile.

Happy he can not cover, when he saw the cousin and his friends are now here. Although he did not say a word, but clearly the longing for these two boys was clearly there.

" I want to have Wan's sister!" Izzar cried a little loudly. The footsteps accelerated slightly in order to get there soon, impatient.

Now he has something to be proud of his cousin. After everything seemed defeated, and Ridwan did not leave a little for him to be proud.

Ridwan who first entered school, so he had to persuade the father to be included in the Kindergarten even though his age was not enough.

Ridwan who first can read and teach, until his father often told him to study with his cousin.

Ridwan can use the bike first than he, then many more that Ridwan beat from him.

And now he has one that Ridwan doesn't have, a younger brother.

Hahaha, surely after this his cousin was in the fog asking his father and mother.

More confident when staring at the face of Ridwan who only fell silent gawking as he had even been in front of the boy.

Sirikkan? Sirikkan?

Yes, it must be Siriklah! Cook eggak.

"I want a sister! Hahaha you lost!" Izzar even clapped a few times and then turned to Ridwan, clapping again with laughter on his lips.

"You're losing. I have a sister in my mother's stomach!"

How can this boy know about his mother's condition when his own mother has not said anything to him.

Obviously, this little boy eavesdropped on the conversation when mom made a phone call to who.

He who just wants to ensure the condition of the mother when he heard the voice of the mother who sounded hoarse while occasionally rubbing !ngus, who knew that his mother was crying, was able to get him important information like that.

But he did not know why the happy news made his mother cry. Although after the departure of the father who had not returned he often got his mother who cried secretly.

Sure enough, when Izzar returned to the grandmother's house, Ridwan whined asking to be made sister also to his mother and father.

Hahaha, right.

One blank for Izzar. Forget everything Ridwan used to beat him.