Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
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The end of semester has arrived. It's time for the students to relax their brains after fiddling with exam questions.

Laela chose to take a vacation back to the village together with her two children. A day that was always awaited for the three men. There is no place more comfortable than going back to the family.

Especially the hometown that they consider as a natural paradise. Vegetable gardens and strawberries, chicken coop, rivers that drain the water so cold make their longing feel explosive impatient to arrive.

Laela knocked on the door of her house, precisely the house of Nizam's parents who are now increasingly quiet after the departure of the father. Only inhabited by mothers who have just come out when they find out their homes have guests.

The old woman smiled as she saw that her two grandchildren had been lying on the sofa, exhausted after enjoying the four-hour journey.

" Dzar!"

The screams coincided with a figure of a teenage boy who had just entered and joined them.

"Main yuk!" Invite him, but his hand just ransacked Izzar's bag. Usually, there is something that this cousin brought for him, curious.

And a red binder just got out of there. Somehow, his premonition said this for him, especially when Izzar just glanced and did not block his hand from opening. Still empty, the more certain this was for him until he dared to put it beside his body.

"Thank you!" Say it with a hand that shows a binder to Izzar. Just nod your head, tired actually but he wants to follow his cousin's invitation.

" Don't get used to checking other people's stuff, even if it's Izzar or Sofiah!" It was grandma who interrupted, making them silent for a moment.

" Play it later, the guy's new too!" Further grandma, when the two teenagers look to move.

The delicious cuisine he had prepared for these three people. Happiness never decreases when welcoming the arrival of his son's family. "Rest for a while just ate!"

"Eat at my house only Zar! My mom made fried catfish, she said it was special to you. Ck, envy me!" Ridwan, hit his back on the couch.

Recalling when his mother had just heard from Aunt Laela who was going home after receiving the report card, his mother immediately ordered catfish to Mr. Badrul.

And this morning, he who still wanted to continue sleeping was forced to wake up to take his mother's special order. If his mother cooked well every day, surely he would eat a lot without having to call first.

" You eat here, the catfish just bring it here!" Grandma's orders are taken by Laela.

Until now, she had never lost the affection of her husband's entire family. Although her husband is not necessarily the dread where even after 7 years have passed.

Until finally, the dining table in the house is full again. The fried catfish that he said was special to Izzar after Ridwan brought it from his house.

Sofiah becomes the center of affection for her grandmother and her aunt. Just by saying the menu he wants to enjoy, then the food has moved immediately to his plate.

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A cool morning welcomes open eyes, obviously very different atmosphere of the city with the atmosphere in the mountains. Not cold, but cold. Even so the residents still wake up leaving their respective mattresses, may have been ordinary with cold weather like this.

at 10:00 a.m., the house was back. The boys chose to explore the village, visit the gardens, chicken coop and river, which he said was a place to clean up as their last destination.

Grandma again struggled in front of the stove, preparing food for her grandchildren who would surely starve at home.

While Laela was in the yard, hanging clothes. The woman turned her head for a while, when she saw a car just pulled over in front of the fence of her house. A little indifferent, he wanted to finish his work immediately then help the in-law inside.

But the swift steps that entered his yard made him unable to be ignored too much.

His eyes were rounded instantly, a sense of surprise he could not hide as his gaze stared at the familiar figure walking closer.

Despite that, Laela still opened both of her hands preparing to catch the little girl.

" Assalamualaikum ma'am, how are you?"

Laela greeted politely, with Medina's body already on top of her sling.

Actually not this news he wanted to ask, but why these two people could be in his house? A little hesitant, afraid if the question actually offends, which is clear now yes must welcome his guests first.

Oma smiled, walking in her elegant style approaching Laela who also stepped foot closer.

" Dina's on vacation with her cousin in the village." The oma's answer was slightly off.

Though he himself instigated Meidina to choose this village as a holiday destination.

Several times met and had a light conversation with Laela when she picked Meidina back home from school, apparently Oma was finding out everything about her grandson's favorite teacher.

The spirit of oma was so fluttering, when she heard that Laela was from the same village as her late husband.

Until the oma who heard that Laela was the widow of a village priest next door, made the spirit of the old woman even more passionate.

" Laela's a nice woman from a nice family too. Not to mention getting a priest's husband. That woman must have educated all her children very well."

"Let's go in, ma'am!" Laela immediately moved on after shaking Oma's hand, still with Meidina on top of her grip.

" Dina went down first, the teacher's mom did?" Oma, but in his heart he really wants to bring this grandson closer to the teacher's mother.

I don't know what I have in mind right now. But it feels, not willing to be careful if the figure of Laela out of his grasp. It's hard to look like Laela right now.

Widow with two kids, no problem for her. After all, the woman also has income from her own sweat.

Thinking he could not forever be next to the grandson, self-conscious with his age now that continues to bring his body more fragile. All he wanted was the happiness of his grandson.

" I'm sorry ma'am, our house is just like this." Slightly bowed when saying that in front of the door, continuing to herd his guests until they arrived in the living room.

" Why is that the teacher?" Oma's face was made to frown a little, indicating she did not like to hear Laela's overly condescending speech.

" My husband's house is also almost like this, only now lives with his brother-in-law and family." Oma continued, in order to compensate for Laela's life, so that the woman felt not too far away from her.

" Sofiah's not home, waiting to get home?" After replying to the oma with a nod of the head accompanied by a smile, Laela now turned to the little girl who was still in her lap.

" Where is the teacher? If Izzar's brother?"

Laela grimaced, not knowing what to answer. Honestly, she doesn't know where her son is right now. What is clear is still in this camp, with security that he can trust.

" Love playing."

" Why didn't you wait for me, teacher?" Ask again innocently. Since last night he and oma have been talking about their arrival to the house of his teacher's mother. In his mind, even his teacher's mother had known about this.

" Oh yeah, let's wait for them. Just go home again." There is no guarantee about that. There were too many places that the three boys could go.

"Call dong ma'am!" Whimpering.