Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Forwarded

Nizam set foot back to the mosque. Killing time by reading the Lafaz of Allah.

A week went by with almost the same activity.

Until today arrived, he had been sitting sweetly in Mr. RT's car.

Another accompanying car is filled with village elders and older brothers who live next door.

They were even welcomed in front of the fence.

" Please come in! Please enter!" It was Laela's father, welcoming by extending a hand allowing the guests to enter the house.

Some of them also accompanied, as well as allowing entry to their entourage.

Not a little, for Nizam this is too much.

The smooth face of everyone looks happy with a smile on the face that almost never comes off.

Some men wear safaris and some wear shirts with sarongs and black pecis just to welcome them.

" Asalamualaikum!" RT is at the front row.

Not disrespecting the father who became the guardian of Nizam, but the middle-aged man was more quiet and stiff. Especially if you are required to speak in front of a crowd, you cannot. Trusting all to Mr. RT.

The living room looks roomy, with the carpet spread out covering the entire layer of the floor. The sofa that used to be a place to welcome guests has been removed, neatly lined up on the terrace.

All were seated, facing each other in the middle of the table of lesehan which had been wrapped in tablecloths.

Have arranged various types of dishes both heavy and light.

The cups are still upside down over the unfilled order, afraid of a premature cold. Several gold teapots lined up at the end of the table.

Welcome words began to be heard, which was clear from Mr. RT.

Nizam just lowered his head, occasionally rubbing his nose to minimize erratic heartbeats.

Anyway, it's all about his future.

And he was self-conscious, if the mothers there kept talking about it since he was outside. Naturally, because he is currently being the main character.

There were no words spoken from the young man.

Maybe he was not given a chance to talk.

There, Laela just came out and joined them.

A face that has been polished with a simple make up. Beautiful indeed, but not able to shake his heart.

Mother slowly edged forward, followed by Sister Nisa who carried a clear box with decorated flowers and ribbons. In it was enthroned the golden ring that had been chosen by the mother.

And when Mother was pinning the ring on Laela's ring finger, Nizam looked down inside again. Maybe that foreign girl is his soul mate.

The next night after dinner, he returned to the mosque.

As long as kabul has not been spoken, there is still a chance for him to beg for the best.

Hope there is a substitute between them later.

Time rolled so fast, for Nizam who actually wanted to slow down time even if only briefly.

All preparations are done.

Mahar, offerings, tents along with wedding clothes, even offerings for guests.

The joking thing in the kitchen is getting boisterous with kitchen tools that are clashing with each other.

The furore outside is no less than the furore inside.

Senda joked the men who have worked to build a tent in the yard of the house. Presented tea and coffee along with sweet pastries further warm the atmosphere.

A new work permit was obtained today, He just ended his Istiqarah last night. With all the destiny he faced.

Maybe this marriage is not like a dream wedding like everyone else. This marriage does not happen with the foundation of love created by the two brides.

There is no love or marriage between two families. But this marriage happened because, I don't know,....

However, marriage is something sacred and the longest worship, and wish only once for a lifetime.

Still want to give something the best, even if it is not love.

Time will get used to and change everything, including hearts and feelings.

The next day, he again sat sweetly in the car Mr. RT. Flanked by the two parents sitting crammed into each other.

A drum accompanied the bride.

All kinds of needs Laela has prepared mother and sister Nisa. Try to give your best to their new family. It was placed in a glass box with flowers and ribbons. A gift for the bride-to-be.

Everyone looks beautiful and handsome with the best clothes in possession

Huge and lively, especially for a Nizam. Everyone was accompanying the Young Priest. Follow yourself on this happy day.

"Memorized?"

Nizam nodded, confirming the question from the father.

"Rumpy?"

Nizam nodded again,

A few breaths tried to dampen the taste, but returned after the next minute.

"Drink first!" Mother by thrusting mineral bottled water on him.

"Don't do much, you'll pee again. Ijab Kabul's straight Kayaknya party, till night again."

As per the agreement of the two families, a party will be held each.

Mr. Dusun said, he wanted to invite many guests, afraid if the guest from the men actually drowned because they were outnumbered. This marriage is the marriage of her youngest child, should be as lively as possible.

I don't know when the party will be.

"Truly until the night, ma'am?" Nizam seemed to be in disbelief.

This time it was the mother who nodded, "we are also tomorrow!"

PUK, a light pat landed on the shoulder, "No need to strain! rest is still there."

" Have another drink!" Return the bottle to Nizam.

"So he said don't drink a lot later kebelet, this is why even ask to drink again?" Nizams.

"Yes I forgot." Grimacing pulled his hand back away.

The drum is back in the mountains accompanying the steps of the groom's entourage to enter the bride's yard.

Nervousness is getting rampant, being the spotlight and conversation of everyone.

Handsome, handsome, dashing.

All the compliments sounded faintly in the ears.

In my heart I feel small among people.

Nizam walked slowly still flanked by the two old men. Occasionally looking down, raised his eyes towards the door.

In the future is his future.