Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
In People's Homes

defeating all the spirits that exist, oma has now even got information about Laela. and something that actually really supports Laila to be her prospective daughter-in-law.

"Armand, you know what?"

"No!"

"Isssh, Mama's not done talking about you just answer!" kelh indeed, when he was about to speak seriously, the child actually responded jokingly.Now even the man chuckled even though his mother patted him on the shoulder.

" it turns out, Laela was from your father's village" he said passion. Even both hands were clenched in front of the chest with full glowing faces.

But in contrast to the reaction with Armand, the man was silent when he listened to his mother's words. It turned out that his mother really had such a high atendi on the teacher's mother.

" Keep Meidina now where's ma?"

"Well, this is why we're going to go pick up the kids." It was easy for his mother to say, as if she had been without burden to leave her beloved little boy to someone else for two days.

Since last night he asked about the whereabouts of his son, but his mother continued to say that his son was now playing at his friend's house and did not want to go home. When you don't want to go home?

Suppose he was there, in the same place as Meidina, he would have tried everything to get her to come home with him, even if it had to be a little pushy.

His mind before, if Meidina left in the house of the teacher's mother who is said to also come from the same village with her grandfather. But did not meet when he came to pick up his mother. Where did his daughter get laid by her mother?

His worry is inversely proportional to the happiness emanated on his mother's face, so inevitably he was forced to calm down when far away from his baby.

" Front left sir!" Oma patted his shoulder.

" I'm not a mahmaj driver!" Answer with a frown. Whether where his mother learned to be funny, it feels like he is a little different from this one parent.

Simple houses like other people's houses. Without a word oma had left herself. The woman seemed to be a little hasty with her steps entering the grounds of the house.

Behind Armand carrying a goddie bag containing the fruits of the hands that his mother had secured. Walk closer to stand behind his mother. Just capture all with his sense of sight, as his mother knocks on the door with a bright face. Looks so used to this place. Ah maybe a relative he never visited.

But his eyes were perfectly rounded when he looked at a woman who was walking towards them. The woman was as surprised as she was.

Hah, he felt he had been lied to by his own mother. I don't know why Ima had to hide Meidina's whereabouts in this teacher's house. What's wrong with telling the truth?

Similar to the oma, the woman's face seemed to smile warmly welcoming her guests to enter, only briefly then re-enter after asking permission to make a treat. Laela went back outside with a tray in hand.

For a moment Armand stared at the appearance of this master teacher's mother. By using a negligent pride of mothers, and a long hijab cloth that makes his whole body covered again. In his mind, this woman is like other mothers, using a head covering only when going outside the house. In fact, the woman still covered her hair even though she was only inside the house. Is it just because he exists now?

But it seemed that the woman was reluctant to look at him, only when allowing him to eat his treats. Then what can he do? Just nodding it feels like it's worth it.

" Kids playing, sorry mom!" Said Laela, although a little shy but still trying to smile.

"I'm sorry, but I sent Dina here on purpose. Let him explore, not just stay at home. Isn't that Mand?" Oma, the hand that had patted the back of the teacher's hand, now pinched her thigh slowly. Pain, the complaint can only be held in the throat.

His eyes turned outward, looking for the whereabouts of the princess whom he did not know existed. Back slamming his back into the back of the sofa, if it were not considered here. Letting the two women talk, looked very familiar.

Armand re-enforced the body when a middle-aged woman appeared from inside the house, greeting them.

Until some time later, the voices of some children seem to be caught in the sense of hearing. Clearly, one of the boys had his daughter as well.

Armand had risen from his seat, impatiently waiting for his only child. Struggled when he saw the tiny body of his daughter was now on the sling of the boy. But his lips immediately smiled when his gaze collided with the view of his daughter.

Meidina patted the boy on the shoulder, asking to be taken down.

"Yeah!" The voice of the scream was in tune with her tiny footsteps running straight towards the father she longed for.

" Where the hell is it?" Ask the man curious.

" From strawberry pickles." An answer with a tone that sounded so carefree. " A lot of bangetttt!" Her tiny face was even clenched with a slight shock.

" Oh yeah?" Armand chose to bring the child in his arms into the house. Behind there are some children who are seen carrying a small basket of their labor.

" Zar, afternoon break so right?" The voice he had taken was still listening.

" Yes, call me if you want to go!" Izzar chose to sit on the terrace rather than join the others.

" Well, I'd like to come back in the afternoon!" Pinta Meidina as they were just sitting in the living room.

" Don't love, we're going home!" Armand tried to answer gently. It's been a few days that he's been left alone at home, and it feels really bad, really lonely.

" But going to school is still a long time, yeah, yeah!" The little girl tried to persuade, whining at the father.

" You're alone in the house, baby, don't you have any pity?"

" Is there an oma?" Meidina.

Oma and Armand had a look before the oma chose to first decide their gazes.  The man was about to ask his mother for help, but was ignored.

" You're also coming home, dear dong. It's not good to ride in people's homes for too long! Reluctant, if troublesome people continue!" Honestly, he is not very good at persuading. The words that came out right came from his innocent brain.

" But oma, I may! I can also have Laela's mom stay at home, but after the same dad the teacher married first!"

The deg!

What kind of statement came out of the lips of this little boy?