Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Self Defend Each Other

Tonight, the people who were last night regrouped in that house. Mr. RT, H. Muhidin, Nizam, Mother and husband mother, then Laela who returned can only be bowed.

And that was at Nizam's request of course.

The incident fell last night with the foreign girl, just a little something that he feared from many things that should not happen because of the existence of the girl.

"So how?" Mr. RT started the conversation.

Silence There is no answer.

"Tell me the adek address, we'll take you home!"

All eyes were on Laela, waiting for a word from the girl. But again, Laela just lowered her head not yet intending to answer.

Going home?

Words that are not in his mind.

"Snap by Laela!" Nizam, it feels like patience continues to erode with the silence of the girl. He had gotten a leak about the girl's name from her mother.

While Laela was stunned when Nizam dared to say her name.

"You can stay for a while at Mr. RT's house!" Pinta Nizam, that he had talked to Mr. RT earlier in the mosque. And he undertakes.

"Why would Mr. RT like me to keep making me his second wife?" A question that somehow the girl could think of.

The conflict!

"Yes, you just hitchhiked at Pak Haji's house!" Nizam had also asked permission in advance to Pak Haji Muhidin earlier, and he also agreed.

Looking at Mr. Haji Muhidin who also smiled, Nizam nodded politely.

"Why would Pak Haji like to like it too I want to continue polygamy and hajj ma'am allow?" Laela also glanced at the sacrificial man.

"Your brain is tilted?" Nizams.

The frustration is above the crown. Not just dropping slander on him. The foreign girl also mentioned Mr. RT and Mr. Haji. People are seen in their area.

Destroying the hard breath.

Here there are still them, it's not nice if you can't resist the slightest emotion.

"We can't keep this up! You girls, while I'm a guy can't stay under one roof. Illicit

the law!" Nizam Firm.

"While you've been fucking me?" Laela spoke in a giddy manner, her head still lowered showing an embarrassed look.

Whatwasthat?

Fuckin' on!?

Wh who?

"What?"

"You mean?"

Questions that indicate their distrust.

All eyes are full.

Looking at Nizam who also turned his eyes with his head to shake his head did not accept the words of the city girl.

The look turned on the girl who looked down like she was scared.

Laela raised her face to look at one by one the people who were in the Simple forum.

All eyes were on him.

Nizam even looked at him with anger.

" What do you mean?" The man asked with a high tone.

"You're my midvri there" Laela pointed to the door of Nizam's room, where they fell last night. Quickly back down his head. His head shrank for a moment, but how else. It

I want to stay in this house.

Sorry, deep inside.

"What are you talking about?" Again, Nizam with a high tone, the man had stood up from his seat signifying emotions had been in the crown.

"Last night. You, uh,.... " Laela fell back down and the conversation hung.

"There, ...." The hands are pointing in the same direction. After that the face again showed

shame and fear. The girl is doing her part well.

Unfortunately, all eyes looked towards the room, not the door.

" You mean what? I didn't do anything?" Bela Nizam's.

Now all the gazes were on the man.

There was a sense of disbelief, when men who sometimes became priests in their village were accused of such things.

But the victim was now in plain sight, speaking with fear and shame. So who will they trust?

I can only shake my head. His heart is still big on the son. The girl he had helped was defaming him.

"Buuuu, I didn't do anything." Nizam Middle begged for trust.

"You've even kissed me." again the voice again startled them.

"Mom, ...."

"Mom, I didn't mean it." The sentence just seemed to justify all the accusations of the foreign girl.

Everyone seemed to be breathing heavily. As if one question had been answered so clearly.

Between Nizam and the girl, they've got the truth.

You throw your back on the back of the couch," Marry him!"

Like a lightning strike, Nizam was unable to refute the father's orders. He silently stared with his mouth wide open

As a man, marriage is not a game.

He wants the woman who will be his life partner in the future, is a good woman.

Who will teach their children about life, religion, and all that is good.

Not a foreign girl, whom he had helped and instead slandered herself like this.

Aren't parents the first teachers for their children?

"Tonight I don't want to know, you have to get out of this house. Anywhere, whatever!" Nizam was firm, no longer wanting to be fooled by the foreign girl. Somehow he will finally not care.

"Where do I want to sleep?" Laela was confused by herself.

"Whatever! Going to the yellow bridge is also not a problem. I don't give a shit. You're going all the way from my life!"

"For a while you can stay in my house." Mr. RT mediates, still friendly.

"What if Mr. RT likes me too?" Laela.

All gawked at the words of the foreign girl. Too confident, even very confident.

" Have you been married?" The question was heard from Mr. RT, of course for the girl.

"Not yet, I just graduated High School." A voice that sounded like it was scared.

"Alright, tell me where your parents live. We'll talk this out to your family." Continue Mr. RT.

" I am the son of ulubaka hamlet sir." The voice was still slow, yet it sounded steady to a frightened person.

I don't know after this he will face anything else, just surrender.

"Oalaaaa, the son of Dusun toh sir?" A Relieved Voice from Mr. RT. " Yes, just call, the number may not be there, but take it easy I have contacts there." Start reaching out to pick up communication tools.

Started fiddling with his phone, looking for some acquaintances from the village of the girl.

The expression looks relaxed.

Nizam chose to stand up, went into the room. This conversation seemed to weigh on his head.

Sleeping while looking at the ceiling. Why he couldn't dispute the girl's words. But he never did anything.

Yesterday forgot an accidental accident. But the girl makes it seem to be heavy and must be punished.

Is it true, just because he accidentally kissed the girl's cheek he had to take responsibility. What responsibility should he do. Not until marriage, right?