Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
The Struggle Without Stop

At 9:35 a.m.

The sound of crying Baby screeching inside a delivery room. The tiny baby's voice was even able to be heard by those outside the room.

Bara gapak has now hugged each other while patting the shoulders as a congratulation to both.

The feeling of happiness and sadness is now mixed into one.

The feeling of haru and happiness that comes because their family members increase with the presence of a tiny baby. And the sadness that still continues to be snatched when their memory to a man who until now they do not know the news.

Their son and son-in-law, who have always been the pride of the family, is the father of the baby crying inside.

Tiredness Has now changed with relief.

His mother was still loyal to be by his side while gently rubbing the sweat on his forehead. Sweat Laela was pouring out, She had just given birth to a tiny and beautiful baby.

" What's his name?"

The mother-in-law again appeared to thrust a small baby that had been cleaned to her.

He forgot to find a name for the baby. He was too busy organizing his heart and strengthening himself when he often got pity gaze from his coworkers.

They knew that Laela lived with her husband in a young pregnancy. And for some women who have felt pregnant, must know the weight of it.

" Don't know Mom, just ask me!"

He always liked the names given by his father-in-law. Evidently by the name of the husband and his brother-in-law has always been his own admiration for him.

He also wanted to give appreciation to his in-laws as the father of the man he loved so much.

Both mothers just nodded.

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Almost at the same time, even in a different place. Time shows 10 o'clock, less.

"I accept Sandrina Aprilia Yusuf's marriage with the dowry paid in cash."

" Legally!" A loud voice called out, signifying a sacred bond on a relationship between a human daughter and a man.

For the second time a man named Fahrezi Nizam sat down while shaking the hand of a ruler in front of him.

This man has not lost his memory.

He still remembers who he is, what his status is and everything about him.

But still he could not defeat the destiny stated in Lauhul Mahfudz.

Just like her first marriage, it felt bland and a little forced.

Even with now.

He had to marry the girl he had saved first, because the situation of the girl was now not okay even though the event had been a little long.

Eight months ago, they were found on the coast by residents hugging each other@n.

Although local residents have been willing to take care of the girl, but the economic demands experienced on residents make them both embarrassed to continue hitching a ride in the homes of residents.

Sandrina suffered from paralysis due to the calamity they experienced at that time. Until now the girl was only able to drag herself when she wanted to move places.

And now, the city girl who once interned in her village has legitimately become his wife.

And Nizam has a responsibility on that girl.

The dowry of a house that had been gifted by the residents had Nizam dedicated to Sandrina. Let them live according to the power of both.

Do not imagine a sturdy walled house with its pillars.

There are only beams as a reinforcement, woven bamboo as a wall and the roof of the rumbia.

Everything is the work of the citizens, as a congratulation on their second marriage.

So great was God to throw their lives away. From the once-sufficient and happy to lack wrapped in simplicity.