Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Night Guest Day

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?

" Assalamualaikum." Greetings from outside sounded long in his ears.

" Neylorda." Greeted by those who are already inside. Mr. RT sounded the most enthusiastic.

" Please sit down sir! Please sit!" Said the RT sir again of course to the guest.

His feeling said, maybe the guest is the family of the girl.

"Waaah, I'm sorry sir, for inviting you all the way here, hehehehe." Mr. RT started making small talk. Talking while occasionally chuckling in order to dilute the situation. "Nights like this again, hehehehe."

"It's not pa-pa sir. I was also a little surprised when a friend said he wanted to come here, hehehehe," Also welcomed pleasantries, even with weirdness.

" Is this girl really the son of the hamlet?" Question to the point from RT. The night is getting late, may want the problem to quickly get out.

Nizam got up from sleep, sat down and sharpened his hearing.

" Yes right sir, this is my youngest daughter. Ck, can be a teenager, let alone be the only daughter. Yes spoiled, all must be obeyed.not loved ya gini, run away. Hehe,"

In Nizam's heart was grateful, the girl was going to leave her house tonight as well.

"Yes sir we understand."

"But this, emmm the problem, ...?" Mr. RT's voice came to a halt, thinking of the next word at least the girl's family was not offended.

Ck, again Nizam slammed his back on his mattress. Sleeping supine.

He may soon be called to join us outside. What would he say, so that people could believe him.

"Nizaaaa."

Sure enough, shortly after that his name was called. There was Mother standing in front of the door of her room while knocking quietly.

Nizam got up lazily, wanting to get angry but couldn't. The one he faced in front was the village elder.

Staring at the mother with a pushy look, compassionate and hopeful.

" Outside was his father Laela, the other was his sister Laela, and the other was an acquaintance of Mr. RT as he was. You go out first!" Ask Mom her voice is still calm.

" Don't you believe me?" Ask.

" Mom believe. Mom believes. And will always believe in you." Support for the child.

" So how?" Mr. RT again raised the same question for the umpteenth time.

Nizam was silent, no matter how he didn't know.

Silent for a while. People looked at each other, briefly looked at Nizam and then changed Laela. The two teenagers looked at each other.

"Nizam is old enough, work is also there. Building a house." Mr. RT started the sentence with praise towards the young man.

"Brother Nizam also became one of the Imam of prayer in our village."

But that did not make Nizam float, instead he lowered his head.

People who are considered virtuous, are slandered like this. Unable to accept but unable to argue. Her lips did touch the surface of the girl's face, but she swore by accident. It was just an accident.

"It's good then, it's ready for marriage." Supporting words from the girl's family.

"We are waiting for good faith from your family." Maybe this is a request from the Laela family.

Finally the briefing was completed as time showed almost midnight.

Laela had to leave the house, go back to her family.

Leave the Father, Mother and Nizam who are now gathered at the dining table to fill Kampung Tengah.

Eat in silence, enjoy dinner at an hour that is too late. Everyone thinks about a problem.

Each one interpreted the goodwill expressed by the Laela family.

" When are we going to the girl's house?" Your voice was calm when you had just finished dinner.

They were still sitting on the dining table chairs.

" Don't you believe me?" The same question he asked my mother.

You are silent, and from that silence Nizam can answer the question himself.

"Nizam didn't do anything with that girl sir!" Her speech.

How does it feel when the last person he asks for protection doesn't trust him.

"Father believes in you, but... "

Nizam smiled wryly, bowed. From now on it felt like he did not have the support of the man.

Silently as if you were convincing Laela's accusation against her.

" We believe." It was his mother's voice that was probably just trying to give her confidence.

" Mom trusts you." Say mother again.

" You know the last pillar of faith?"

Nizam nodded, albeit without a sound.

" Faith in Qada and Qadar. It means to believe and every decree of God."

"And it may be that your soul mate Laela is one of God's decrees that you must accept and believe." Mother still spoke in a calm and gentle tone. But able to touch the deepest corner of Nizam's heart.

Even a small heart has not accepted all of this.

" Let me just Mom!" Wreck the hands of the prepared mothers under the washbasin water, cleaning the dirty dishes of the rest of their dinner.

It felt good to see a mother who was still awake at this hour, and it was all because of an impromptu meeting with the family of the foreign girl. Anxiety comes back knocking to remember it all.

"It's okay to just let Mom, you go to bed, you'll work again tomorrow morning."

"It also wants to sleep, so let Nizam just let it hurry Mom!" doors again.

Do not want to linger Mother also chose to give up, stay away and wait while cleaning up other things in the kitchen.

" Mom I'm going to the mosque." He paid his attention to his mother after the job was done.

"She wants to sleep?"

" Yes Nizam wants to sleep in the mosque." Intentions in the heart will wake up a third of the night to calm down and seek answers from all the trouble that comes.