Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Seeking Answers

On the way home Laela and her family, there was not a single word created between them.

" Be careful not to force anymore for a mate!" Order Laela before entering the house.

" Laelaaaa. Where have you been, son?" Mother who appeared from inside when she heard boisterous from outside the room.

" Geez Laelaaaaa." Mother's hysterics when getting her youngest daughter back home safely.

Walk quickly to approach the Princess, "Geez, mother's favorite son." An affectionate kiss mixed with worry landed all over the surface of the face.

Hugging, kissing, channeling longing after 2 days without each other.

"Udah ma'am, tired!" Laela was standing off. Although slowly but able to break the soft heart of mother. Reveal the worried look on the mother's face.

Not as a form of protest to the mother who did not want to defend him at that time.

I accept, I don't think Laela would dare to run away from home like this. It turned out that the girl he considered to be a child was reckless as well.

"Udah, tomorrow is the miss. Last night, Mansyur also had to go home, as his son's wife waited at home."

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While there, Nizam continued walking in the middle of the night.

Even by closing his eyes, he even knew on the step to how much to turn.

Entering the mosque through the side door, do not forget to lock it back. One fan eye is turned on, in order to dispel the rogue mosquitoes that have been preparing to gnaw the body. Then pray two rakaats.

On the carpet of the mosque, the body lay on its back. A straight look into the air, but his mind was far away.

Speaking of soul mates, his memory was fixed on a girl far away there.

Pak ustaz's son, who had always been a prima donna in their pesantren.

Beautiful, smart, soft, with a word of courtesy and courtesy. Whose heart will not fall.

The whole body is guarded and closed, specially prepared for the companion. Agamapun.

A woman who is ready to be a wife and mother.

Aren't parents the first teachers for their children?

In the third night, Nizam woke up. For a moment of thought, should he perform the prayer istikharah or hajat prayer?

Salat hajat so that his marriage with a foreign girl is not done.

But what if the girl brought a thousand things she didn't know.

Dropping the takbir with the intention of praying istikharah, May Allah guide which is best for his soul mate.

Go back to sleep while waiting for dawn.

And returned home after dawn.

Start time with the drowsiness that remains.

" Your father said rest, chicken let the father take care. He said you can go home for a nap while you can't."

Nizam nodded, indeed still sleepy because last night's sleep was only a little.

More asking for coffee replaces the tea he used to enjoy as his morning appetizer.

"Nizam, shower!" Behind the door Mother's voice rang out, accompanied by a knock on the door. " Aren't you working?"

"Mum's work." Trying to combat drowsiness, the body has not yet moved out of bed.

Back to sleep when he came home from work, hugging the roll that he had longed for.

"Nizam here!" Call mom when she just stepped out of the room.

Late in the evening, ready to take a shower last afternoon to the mosque.

Now they have re-assembled in the house after a day of doing their respective activities.

" You have savings, right?"

Nizam nodded.

Mother smiled, this son was always reliable, "Thank God, I have one too."

"When's holiday?"

"Why mom?" Ask.

Mother breathed, "Want to Laela's house, her family awaits our arrival.

"Yes, he must have proposed to you." Mother's explanation.

Nizam pensively, the step that mother took felt too hasty. "Mom,...."

Heh. I don't know what he wants to say, I don't know how.

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"What did you do that man want to marry you?"

" What am I?" Laela while putting on her tight face, "Nothing to do." But reluctantly raised his face to see the eyes of his father and brother.

" Why are there rumors that she's sleeping with you?"

Laela was still silent, busying herself with enjoying the cartoon show on the tv screen.

"Say he sometimes becomes the Imam of prayer?" Dad asked too.

"Where do I knowuu. I see you rarely." Lela answered lazily.

Hihihihi, giggling stuck out from the direction of Wardah. The woman let her new-learned son walk everywhere. While occasionally holding the edge of the sofa, the year-old boy continued to walk around their family.

"This? This is what the hell? Yeah?" Mother.

News of Nizam has reached each of the mistresses, but it is unclear because last night it was too late to tell the story.

"Your son met a saucy guy mom. Daddy likes!" SAmbil smiled looking at his wife and then turned to his youngest daughter.

Laela sparkled when she heard the word, "Dad likes it?" Ask. Raising the body to the side of the father, as if looking for support that already exists. Hugging tightly into the father's arm, maybe other ideas that could bring Nizam into his possession.

"Heem, I like it. He said he was a pious man in his village, never dating, hardworking, and so it was his priest who made me like it more."

"But he's not an office worker like Brother Rezki?" The girl's hand had been wriggling spoiled on the father's arm. Revealing a sad face, afraid of my father changing his mind.

"No pa-pa, does he have a regular job, which is the rescue team of the person right? Definitely tough!" The head of the father nodded steadily.

"Heeh, must be tough yeah." Lela justifies with a head that is also snuggling.

"Trus why is there a story if he falls asleep!n you? You lied, right?" Serious questions from my sister.

"Dad want to help me with her, right?"  His aunt replied, Laela actually returned to whining with father.

"Yes, I'll help!"

"Yeah, can't do that. That's slander of his name. But if that guy is not possible, right?" Mansyur did not seem to support.

Pity the man if it is true, then get a spoiled girl like Laela, not necessarily the man will be able to.

"Well, I can't continue to support Lela kayak gini's crimes!"

"What evil? I'm not doing anything!" The hand had not yet come off the father's arm. A new spirit emerged while father was on his side.

"No way?"

Hihihah.

"Why are you giggling?" Now turn to the wife who was joking as they were discussing an important issue.

"Funny aja. Actually I'm also wondering what my beloved sister-in-law did to get such a perfect man?" Wardahs.

"How perfect man?" Mansyur.

"Dad just liked it. This is for her daughter's husband. He wants to let the tired, the responsibility, and the PNS must be guaranteed to live until old age. Yes yes, yes!"

"Alright, can the husband of an office worker blessing father quite a long time, even though working in a large company like it must be higher salary than that of a State employee."

Dad nodded, a smile emanated. Everything that his son-in-law said. " Lely's husband is not an office worker but a warehouse." Errata.

"Yes, but there will be trust to hold the warehouse."

"What can you hold the barn for? I can't, just touch the wall." Mansyur.

"It's what the hell. We're talking about Lela, not Lely." Mother raised a protest at this seemingly non-constant talk.

"EH, if I marry you, Lely could come, right?" The lela.

"Yes have to come dong! It's Dad's youngest kid's party." Mother.

"Well, you want to get married?" Wardah squinted her eyes. His sister-in-law was too confident to be proposed.

"Yeah." Lela sulks plus persuades. His determination to get Nizam as a prospective husband is already unanimous.

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