Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
God willingly

And today, he had been standing in a room called the makeshift school by them. Just a hut that is almost the same as the state of his house. With a walker made of bamboo made from the work of the husband, he had stood in front of the class.

Benches made of wood by the residents became their seats and writing tables. Not to forget the green color paint is more attractive in the eyes of children to increase the spirit of children's learning.

There are no whiteboards and chalk, Mr. Dusun Baru asked the local Lurah to make a proposal for it. Whether it could materialize or not, only time could answer. And we can only pray.

" Well today's lesson can we start? But first I want to ask, who can read?"

"I'm the teacher!"

The simultaneous answers were from five children, while the other three simply raised their hands without speech.

The other three, only seeing one by one his friends. They were children who had just gotten to know the school when this makeshift school was established with Sandrina as his teacher.

While other children, prefer to continue their school in their early place of school.

He said their school is much more convincing than the emergency school that residents built.

It only takes a strong mental and physical to cover miles with all the obstacles and obstacles.

What's more, their parents were less trusting of the girl's skills.

" Well, I'll call one by one to introduce myself first!"

Up ahead the children started boisterous while pushing the shoulders of the friends who were beside them, pointing at his friends, who would advance first to introduce themselves.

" Former mother will introduce herself. My name is Sandrina Aprilia Yusuf. Well, Joseph is my father's name. It's my father's job, the children's lecturer."

"Know what a lecturer is?"

There the other children shook their heads.

"The accent is a teacher for a bigger person. Throw my dad down?"

"Well, now I'm asking, who wants to be a teacher?"

Now get that room. Almost all of the children there raised their hands as Sandrina had mentioned.

"My teacher wants to be a cop!"

One scream made the room even more boisterous.

"I want to be a doctor."

He again stood up to support himself with his walker.creepy smiling lips a happiness in itself. Proud of himself is there, it turns out he can also be an emergency teacher for children here.

He trained all night, though he had to be laughed at by his husband.

"Well, if you want to be a teacher, the police or a doctor must be diligent,..." Deliberately cutting the word, fishing for the children to answer.

"JARRR."

The simultaneous answer he got made him smile spontaneously.

Outside, Nizam stood among the other mothers, watching his wife with great pride.

If he and Sandrina who were banished to this village bring their own blessings to the imagination of many people, he is no longer sincere but will also be grateful.

Maybe this is how God uses them.

God willing, he is very sincere.

What about his family there?

Wasn't Laela also a teacher?

Ah, that name again.

The name that once again shook his heart with such a painful longing. Can the woman be without him?

How strong is Laela's faith without her?

Nizam began to pass backwards from the crowd of mothers who witnessed the teaching and learning process.

The head lowered, about to enjoy its own longing.

Is there a time that God has prepared for them to meet again.

" Zam, Mr Nizam, can you still go to school? My son wants to go to school too!" A mother who had just been in front of him, hand holding a small child with breathless breath seemed like a person who had just run.

" Oh, yes ma'am. Be able to." His footsteps swung back to class to deliver the mother and her child. The gloomy face immediately turned carefree when the school was getting the enthusiasm of the citizens who were so very.

It looks like he will soon be joining his wife to help run this school.