Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
A Daughter

Time keeps turning, leading them to one habit in each other's lives.

The longing pieces left behind in the heart of the heart, make themselves much stronger in the face of the rigors of life.

Laela, accompanied by her beloved son, has been able to get through life with their little girl without a father who should be the back of their lives. The leaning place that was not there, changed with the strengthening hugs between the three mothers and the child.

Izzar, who has now entered the stage of becoming a responsible teenager, became a child especially responsible for his mother and sister.

Sofiah has now become an adorable beautiful boy. With a doll bag behind his back, he walked with his arms outstretched holding his mother's hand towards the school office. Today he will enroll as a new student at the school where his mother teaches.

Despite living in a school environment, this little girl wants to stay beautiful in the eyes of people. Hijab adds to the impression of a tiny beautiful face but it actually looks more adorable. The two women entered, joining the other mothers and children.

While Izzar chose to sit in the park while waiting for his mother. His gaze enjoyed the back and forth of the people before him.

BUGS.

"Eh." The boy immediately got up from his seat when a little girl fell right in front of him.

"Aren't you pretty pa-pa?" He tried to seduce the little girl not to cry. His hand grabbed the tiny hand to clean it from the dust of the floor that had moved.

It did not cry even though his lower lip had blistered with two teary eyes.

"No pa-pa, right? Yes, stand up!"

Izzar raised his head to a young woman who may be the mother or aunt of this child, not forgetting to smile with outstretched hands handed over the little girl's tiny hands. And at once the boy's cry broke out in his mother's arms.

" No pa-pa! Not pa-pa! Don't cry well, we'll treat it!" Persuade the woman while carrying by swaying left and right. Maybe the girl's backrest is still crying. Until Izzar came back forward to help persuade the little girl.

"Waaah, her clothes are pretty well, like princess clothes." Started to spread his words of mutiara.

Beautiful sky blue dress with some ornaments that make the shirt like shiny, with subordinates model A that will expand if he spins, it does show the appearance of a princess.

It does not feel suitable if only used to register for school as it is today. But well the name is also children sometimes do not want to accept the logic and opinions of others even though it is the mother herself.

The little girl started to raise her head looking at the person who had praised her as well as her clothes, obviously the plain girl was flattered.

" But if you want to be a princess it must be strong, can not cry well. If you cry it can be beautiful to be lost." Izzar still launched his action with his deathly appeal.

" But there's a crybaby princess." Protest of the girl.

"Yes can cry, but the beauty is melting kalo nangis. So the adeknya do not cry well let the beauty remain durable."

"Where is sick, dear?" Continue the young man.

The mother just let Izzar seduce his son. Giving her child space to show her aching body part. Slipping her skirt, showing her knees scratched a little, surely it would be very painful for a child of her age.

Heh, Izzar can only complain in his heart when he remembers the words of his mother who always diligently put trousers on Sofiah, at least the knees are hidden, he said to fall indirectly abrasions. And the words of the mother now wanted him to apply to this little girl.

Carrying the tiny body to its original seat, sitting with his mouth pouting like he was reading a prayer blowing on the scratched knee. Just to make the little girl sure of him.

"It's healed?" Ask again.

And miraculously the little girl nodded her head in order to answer the question.

" Well great!" Compliment again, now equipped with clapping hands.

" In addition to being beautiful you are also strong! I'm a princess." With a smile still persuading.

" Who's your name is pretty?"

Called like that, the boy smiled sweetly. Ah no but blushed with a shy look. " Dina." Answer irent.

" His name is Meidina, commonly called Dina."

" He's my employer's son. I brought it here because I want a list of my children in school here as well."

Ah, answered already even though Izzar did not ask any questions.

" Well, her name is also pretty, like a princess's name."

"Is there a princess named Medina?" Ask the little girl. His eyes looked inwards at Izzar while waiting for an answer. If there was, maybe that would be one of the reasons for his happiness. He will show off his name with the princess whose name is the same as him.

Skavers.

And that man can't answer already.

Does he know princesses? He just said it, just wanted to make a happy little girl who was sad because she fell.

What Izzar knows is every girl likes a princess and wants to be like a princess, that's all. Because he also had a little girl who he often persuaded with almost the same seduction like this.