Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Brother Miss!

After two days in the hospital, the mother and baby were finally allowed to go home. And the family prefers to bring Laela back to the village, all while spending time on maternity leave for the next three months.

The home of mothers and fathers is again crowded, beautiful little babies are one of the reasons. Laela prefers to return to her father-in-law's house, here she has many memories that she can use to let go of her heart-loving longing.

Sofiah Ardirina bint Nizam, the name given by the grandfather to the baby Laela.

Their families come and go and enliven this simple house. Miyah who also came home this weekend, while bringing her husband and two children increased the number of children with all the hassles.

Ridwan and Izzar, become guards among the boy.

The sound of footsteps chasing each other, with the voice of a diverse boy. Some laugh, some grumble with a language tribe that he and his mother know, he said,

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Far across the ocean there.

"I'll go to sea first!" Pamit Nizam's. His activity is no longer as one of the orange team, but joined with other fishermen to find fish in the sea. Furthermore, the results of the sea will be sold to the market and some to be consumed.

Sandrina nodded, not forgetting to extend a hand to the man who had just become her husband a few days ago.

A smile he tried to offer even though his heart, somehow.

She used to be a very beautiful girl, with a man who became a loyal mooring of hearts beside her.

The girl who was once very beautiful now looks a little dull. Let alone to buy various kinds of skincare, for daily needs they have to wait for Nizam to come home first.

I don't know what sins he has committed in the past until nature also punishes him. His patience and sincerity are being tested now.

Not that she didn't accept Nizam as her husband.

He admitted, the first time he saw the man when he just woke up due to being dragged by the waves, he had praised the high body posture and height of Nizam. But that doesn't mean he's interested and in love with the man.

Not to mention the excellent perigai he always got from a responsible man like Nizam.

Now the man has become her husband. He should be able to offer the best for Nizam.

Huh, the best?

He alone cannot be taken care of. To move to another place, he had to drag himself. Several months received treatment from villagers with massage services, but the results? Heh!

Even so he should still be thankful, he was still allowed to breathe air even with a life that revolved a hundred and eighty degrees.

The girl was still enjoying Nizam's back starting to move away from his sight. A loud gust rang out from his nose before he turned around and dragged the body inside the house.

Do not imagine his body rubbing against a slippery ceramic floor, but only a plastic carpet that only covers part of the house, and even that is the result of the contribution of citizens who are sorry for his condition.

Going home?

A word that is so difficult to find now.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the sea ahead.

To cross the road must use a not a little, and they do not have it.

Miris is his life now.

Wanting to cry but his tears may have dried up, even arguably he has been used to his condition in recent months. Forgetting her first love for a man, and trying to accept Nizam as her husband.

Desperate himself now.

While waiting for the husband to go home to sea, he tried to prepare a meal for the husband later.

Until Nizam reappeared when the red lembayun was on the west side. Sandrina welcomed her husband in front of the house.

"Eh! Why is it here?"

Nizam asked as the girl extended her hand.

"Wanna get in?"

"Eh." The girl was stunned when Nizam actually carried her while walking inside.

Don't ask me how his heart works now.

"Sorry!" Nizam sat him on the carpet in the house. The man just wanted to help without any intention. I also know if this girl might be a little uncomfortable with their bodies sticking together like this.

"Just like pa-pa!" Lina tried to smile eliminating the awkwardness between them. Are they not husband and wife? Then why should I apologize.

"I'm cooking you!" Say again.

"Oh yeah?" Nizam who was about to go clean up now stopped and turned back around. "Why don't you wait for me!" The man didn't want to put this girl on hold.

" Will cook for brother, when he comes home. Definitely report? I'll get ready!"

"No need, just clash. Later abis magrib, let me be the same."

The girl just nodded, though inwardly intending to still prepare dinner for Nizam.

Sure enough, after returning from the surau, food was presented on the carpet floor. Making Nizam smile, the bad taste he could not deny.

Not until there, Rina even prepared rice on a Nizam plate, making the man carve a smile when receiving the plate.

After dinner, Nizam tried to arrange a cotton mattress that Sandrina would use to sleep.

" You're sleeping well!" His eyes looked at the girl. Even though it was awkward the girl was still smiling while nodding her head.

"Where are you going?" Just ask when Nizam has passed.

"On the outside, not sleepy!"

Nizam has now been sitting on the front halls of his house made of bamboo. The head looked up, staring at the gray clouds as if depicting his heart at this moment.

A longing that punishes the soul seems very torturous for it to enjoy.

The man was grieving his fate. Throughout his memory in the face of life, he never did wrong, never did Ingkar, never did anything that could harm others.

But why is his fate like this?

What kind of punishment is he facing now?

Does grieving fate include tyranny?

" Sailor." The name he used to say.

" How are you doing, deck?"

" Sister misses!"

" Izzar's in school, right? School where is it? It must be Ridwan, right?"

" She!"

He could only say that name. Maintain the beautiful face of the wife in his heart.

" I'm sorry, brother!"

" Sister is married again!"

" So you can't refuse destiny. If someday you know, brother mohong, don't be angry with brother!"

" I'm sorry for the brother who couldn't take care of himself. I'm sorry it's a brother who can't keep your trust!"

"Dela!"

" Sister misses!"