Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Picnic Said

Due to the events of that night, the night that Armand received absolute rejection from his biological daughter, the man was determined to get back to the princess. She was afraid of losing her beloved daughter. And he had to try to get close to his new family.

The first step is to take your time. Not only work until he forgot the family togetherness that he always mortgaged.

Today is the weekend, the last day of school.

The family was having a picnic in the yard next to the house.

The children had been in the pool with their bodies soaking wet.while Oma and Laela arranged the consumption for them.

The burning has been such that even the spark has been lit and ready to use. All thanks to the help of his aunt and Mr. Doro, a middle-aged man who works as a driver of Meidina and Oma. His job, which only delivered Meidina and oma, made the man have a little free time used to care for the yard.

Armand had just appeared in his casual clothes, he was also ready to get wet. Today he again tried his luck, approaching his family especially the Princess. He didn't want to imagine being completely abandoned.

" Can I swim?"  Ask.

On the lips of the pool there are Meidina, Sofiah and Izzar. But Armand's eyes were fixed on the boy, indicating that the question was shown to Izzar.

" Can Om."

The boy's reply made Armand snort. There was a sense of annoyance that he had felt when he heard the call addressed to him. Om?

Even though his daughter had called Mother to Laela. Maybe he was too far away from this family.

" Can it be any style?" Further. He still wanted to try to get close, ignoring the annoyance just from the call.

" Emm, ." The boy thought. He does know some style in swimming, but he does not know what his name is. Just follow the movements of his friends while swimming in the river. The most important thing is, Who first gets to the finish point they have determined, then he is the winner.

" I don't know what his name is Om."

" Daddy want to swim?" Meidina. This may not be a question but a call from a daughter to her father.

Whether conscious or not, the man's lips continued to sing a smile can from the beginning arrive on the side terrace.

He stood near the pool with his hands raised up in a frenzy. The body needs a little heating, before moving actively in the pool.

She was still moving around turning her body left and right, as Laela had just emerged from the inside using a longress of panjan arms and an instant hijab on her head.

With just that look, Armand just pulled his mother away from there. It seems like there is something important he wants to talk about.

" What the hell, Mand?" Angry himself, but could not show his frustration earlier. Even the chicken tray that was ready to be burned was still in his hands.

" Mah, that's Laela at the kayak house?" Armand could not hide his curiosity. But to ask Laela directly, he still did not dare.

" What is that like?"

" That's it, the headscarf's not loose!" Armand.

Hearing that, oma Ranti frowned. Is the relationship between the two no improvement even about clothes?

" When in the room, what about Laela?" Ask me if I want to test.

" When in my room, it's ordinary. But why here should wear hijab too anyway. Is this in the house?"  Ah it turns out that protest about this.

Oma Ranti nodded in understanding, but she still did not understand why it was not Armand who delivered it directly.

" Are you two not doing anything yet?"

If it was true, Laela had dared to open her headscarf in front of Armand, it was her sign that the woman had opened up. But what about this son. Armand is still keeping his distance.