Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
One Family

The night finally ended with two people on the same bed hugging each other involuntarily. The touch of their skin makes a warm feeling until it continues to incline closer even though in a deep.

Last night, no words accompanied their sleep. Until dawn fell, listening to the chants of holy verses that sounded mutually authentic telling forced the eyes to open.

Heh.

Laela flinched when she realized that her hand was above Arman's waist. The man who had now become her husband also placed his hands on Laela's waist with his eyes still closed.

Slowly but surely Laela moved to raise the man's hand with red blushing cheeks. Ah, the warmth of the skin that touches each other can not be prevented because it is comfortable to feel. By biting her lower lip, the woman inched down from the top of the bed.

Laela again approached the bed still inhabited by the husband with the mucus that had been attached to cover the entire body. His skin still feels moist from ablution.

Hands outstretched toward Armand, about to wake up but still hesitating. Does he want to be touched by her? Back away by biting his lips, his head was currently thinking very hard, about what he was going to do now.

The voice of the azan had long stopped since he was in the bathroom, and the dawn was short. But he had to force himself to wake Armand up. About the man's reaction, he would be prepared to accept it.

His hand stretched out again to touch Armand's shoulder, but returned unrung for thinking what call was suitable for the man.

A brother? It would remind her of her late husband, Nizam.

The sister? Maybe that sounds more reasonable.

" Sister!" The hand he used to touch ARmand was just a slightly pressing index finger.

" Sister!" Repeatedly again.

And luckily for him, Armand had woken up with only twice the push on his shoulders.

" Huh, why are you, ... ?" The man looked confused and the woman was in his room.

Moreover, the woman's clothes were white covering the entire body. Like, ....

But the question sentence that was about to come out on the lips immediately stopped when the memory of a marriage had grabbed his brain.

" Prayers!"

A few words that Laela said before distancing herself from the bed.

Armand rubbed his face rough, his gaze still able to look at the woman who looked busy holding out a prayer meeting for them as he tried to get up from his bed.

And a relief for Laela, when Armand turns out to be willing to stand in front of her. Worshiped himself at the first dawn he was in this house.

The man still wants to wear the work clothes he chose, even though he thinks he might just want to respect his choice.

Armand had just come down when the dish was ready on the table. "Which kids?" Because I didn't see any of them.

Holidays are still long in fact they use to laze in the room, adding sleep. Maybe for Izzar not, Laela had seen the state of his son who was seen arranging his belongings in the room.

" Nobody's down yet." It's definitely not Laela. The woman still feels foreign to be with her husband.

" Wait a minute, I'll call you." It is better for them to be with the children. More crowded and clearly reduce his awkwardness.

Preparing the yellow rice she had made with her aunt and mother to the husband's plate, "What side dish?" Honestly, she was still doubtful about what the right call for her husband.

" Fried chicken." It turned out that Armand felt the same way, awkward and embarrassed. The man did not even have the courage to look at Laela blatantly. Although when Laela walked by his side deimi drove her up to the porch of the house. Don't ask why, obviously it's because of oma's orders.

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" Silver,..."

Armand looked at the mother so deeply. Know if she wants to talk to him about something important. Even now they are in his office.

" Meidina, your son, was very well received by Laela and her children as brothers."

His mother's statement could only make him bow his head. Maybe he can guess what the mother is going to talk about. But if he wants to deny, he still can. Aren't those three people also very well received in this house?

" Please, you can also accept Laela and her children."

" They look pretty stingy. Even Mama can see, Meidina seems to need them more than you."

" What did Mama say?" Obviously he did not accept. Those people were still too foreign when compared to him.

" You're too busy, just try to remember the last time you hugged your daughter?"

When they had just come home from vacation, and he was still home at night. And the next days he prefers to go home as late as night to wait for Laela to fall asleep first.

He was a normal man, and getting a halal woman's body lying on his bed, clearly evoked something that had been sleeping a long time, because it had no opponents. Moreover, several times he saw the shape of the body, or the skin that was plastered because Laela's nightgown was turned up.

And there's no way he's telling Laela, when their relationship isn't too close. Rest assured, this is a very tough test for this man.

 But in fact it also affects his favorite daughter, without him knowing.

Oma Ranti never knew about this bustle of her son. Really busy or just looking for the busyness out there. What is clear and certain is that it will distance Armand and his entire family, especially his daughter, away.

" You want your son taken by someone else?"

" Mama, what do you say?" Willing to be angry but this is his real mother, not mugnkin feel. " It was my mother who told Armand to marry her."

" Oh yeah?" Ms. Ranti immediately straightened her body. There was a curiosity sneaking in his heart. " Eh, you're that, right?"

Just a question yet capable of casting a red hue on the man's cheeks.

Armand grumbled with his mother's curiosity. There-there was, he thought.

It can't be all he's told, can it?

" yeah?"

The old man still asked curiously.

" Mah, I'm going to sleep, okay?" The man pointed towards the door, about to run away before the conversation got further and further.