Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Unable to Fight Destiny

"Touch me brother!"

He could not easily change the call after all this time, it might take a little time Sandrina could come to call Nizam like that woman.

"I understand you're a grown man." At least he knew Nizam's needs at this time, and he would try to give them to Nizam. "Take off your miss to me!"

" Sandrina."

Just saying his name, after that Nizam went back to silence and looked down.

"I don't want to ruin your future!" The man knew what this girl wanted. And himself is a normal man who once got halal warmth from a woman.

Now he is in this position even with different people. But he could not bear to sacrifice this innocent girl for his ego. A girl he was supposed to protect and save from the beginning.

"What future do you mean?" I don't know why Nizam's simple answer like that is not in accordance with Sandrina's wishes. Even directly fix the emotions within. The girl even said so straightforwardly right in front of Nizam.

" The future is here? A future that even schoolchildren have to travel miles?"

" My future is waiting for my husband to come home from the sea to eat me?"

" A future that even I can't walk on my own?"

" The future,..."

Sandrina was no longer able to finish her words when Nizam pulled her into the man's arms.

"Sorry!" Nizam said so softly.

"I'm sorry I made you like this!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you first!"

He could guess how desperate the girl was, and all because of her inability to resist fate.

Sandrina's sense of hearing was right at the point where the heart was, so that the woman could hear clearly the heartbeat of Nizam who was racing.

This is their first hug.

about how Nizam clutched his body while carrying it need not be discussed.

About how he was found with coastal residents when hugging Nizam was also not included.

A warm hug that could make Sandrina feel at home there. The heart of Nizam is like a song of Syahdu that is heard in his ears.

This time he had to be determined to stay with Nizam, now and then.

The girl began to raise her face, they were both silent as the eyes locked on enjoying each other's face.

Until Sandrina with all her awareness there is the courage to close her lips.

This was not the girl's first kiss, perhaps even countless with fingers. Sorry, he's not that stupid.

He has been in a relationship several times with a man who is both single. And enjoy such a wonderful relationship with all its intricacies. But the girl still knows the rules, she can still take care of herself even though her ex is seabreg.

Getting a reckless and well-trained action from a girl, Nizam could only open his eyes with a stiffened body. In his brain he was thinking, Is the woman he married a few days ago still holy?

He can't not think that far. Maybe Nizam was much more innocent compared to the girl.

Nizam only has Laela, a girl he touched during his life. The girl who is a little barbarian but able to maintain her purity until given halal to her.

And now he was reunited with another girl who was not as innocent as Laela.

Maybe he should accept with great courage all the shortcomings possessed by Sandrina. Because he is the one who is now fully responsible for this girl.

" I'm your wife, sister!"

And now Nizam nodded his head while trying to smile, though his heart was still doubtful.

Nizam could only be flabbergasted as Sandrina carried her hand touching the girl's body. The sense of worry is even more spread so widely. Should he continue?

Even so, rest assured if curiosity is also present when the hands that are no longer soft have now wiped his body. But Sandrina was right, they were a couple.

Nizam who has obligations and responsibilities to this girl, and this girl who also has obligations to him, is giving an inner living.

For a moment Nizam put aside all his bad thoughts. About how his wife's past was before they were met. What is clear now is that they need each other.

And this will be their first night of intertwining love stories in sacred bonds.

Dissolved into a sea of wrenching love, with beautiful touches reciprocating with each other.

Until Nizam again must be amazed when getting the holy girl for the second time.

Oh my God, forgive me for thinking so badly of my own wife.

Something that only he can hold in his heart. And forgive himself who has entrusted little by little love to the girl.