Not as Beautiful as Nur Laela's Dream
Uncomparable

Salsabila Islamiyah, the younger brother, also attended, after asking for a special holiday to Ustadzah at the pesantren.

There the girl sat with my mama a box containing makeup tools as handiwork for her future sister-in-law.

Wearing a loose robe with the hijab extended to the stomach. Face only powder with pink on the lips Kak Nisa's work.

And that simple appearance, it reminded Nizam of the figure who had captured his heart but could not have.

Ck, Nizam clucked slowly. It should be in this situation that he no longer needs to remember the girl.

Nur Laela bint H. Muhammad Annas, the name he should briefly mention at the time of kabul ijab.

Sitting at a small table in slick by Mr and Mr. RT. In front there was Mr. Penghulu with files placed on a table with white cloth.

Basmalah several times echoed even in the heart. Trying to organize the nervous feeling that had been approaching earlier.

With a single breath Iya has managed to justify Nur Laela as a companion to the afterlife.

Slightly glanced at the man who had become his father-in-law, smiling as he said Hamdalah. May feel relieved to be wrong when her responsibilities move on to the man she thinks is right.

"Hungkeman first!"

A helping hand from someone wearing the kebaya of the bride's family uniform, points it at Laela's family.

Father, mother, and brothers Laela.

Just guess, because only Laela's father, mother and older brother knew.

"You're married, you're an adult. Don't bother your husband! Got to get up fast, make it cook!"

Sentences from Kak Mansyur able to melt the atmosphere that had been haru.

Even the mother-in-law rubbed her wet cheeks while smiling.

Sitting in the pelaminan after a sungkeman event adorned with tears.

Ck, Maybe it is so, when one happiness is created It is not uncommon to cause Haru to cry.

He looked around the room before actually sitting down. Looking at the room that is ornamental with very beautiful decorations.the tent installed outside is no less beautiful.

With a dangling cloth knotted in such a way as to resemble a ribbon. And the flowers are arranged beautifully in some parts of the work of professional hands.

Much different from the tent installed in front of his house, only using the help of the Neighbors.

The imitation flowers on display were not as much and not as beautiful in this room.

Looking to the side, the middle-aged man he knew as his father-in-law wearing a suit further added to the aura of prestige.

Beside him, the middle-aged woman he knew as his mother-in-law also performed with great amazement.

Wearing a kebaya filled with beads that dazzle the eyes.

To his left, the unrelenting Laela smiled at the guests who came diving in.

with Korean makeup, simple but very beautiful.

Making the heart smaller when he realized he was surrounded by family.

Comparing himself to his wife's family, like the earth and the sky.

In-laws who work in government agencies, clearly much different from his mother and father who is just an ordinary farmer.

And at this point, Nizam felt inferior himself.

How could a girl like Laela make such an embarrassing drama just to marry a guy who comes from an ordinary family like her. It doesn't feel comparable.

For her, Laela had enough capital to have a much better life companion than her.

What can he be proud of in front of his family?

Nizam was aghast in shock when he realized that Laela's hand had slipped into his arm, hugging so tightly while the woman's next hand was waving upwards.

Staring at Laela with the question she was waiting for, but the woman seemed to look very happy.

Following Laela's gaze, ABG's group of children had just entered the party area, definitely Laela's friends.

And sure enough, some of the group also waved with a smile while shouting hysterically.

"LOEAAAAAA,...."

The scream broke the party crowd.

"Oh my goodness, not really! AAAAAAA."

They seem to forget or not want to know with the eyes of other guests.

Walking a little faster, some of them even pushed each other when they were about to climb up to the guarantee. Laela further tightened Nizam's arms, one outstretched with fingers opening and closing.

"What a beauty Bestiiieeee! AAAAA."

Hugs one by one with screams that still sounded hysterical.

"Your husband is so handsome!"

The words that Nizam can still catch. The man only grimaced half a smile. Being in the middle of ABG's son alay bin lebay makes it feel like he wants to drown himself.

The dangdut music that was also presented to enliven the party was stopped when the Murotal sound from the village mosque was heard.

Nizam walked over to the father-in-law who was still standing beside the chair.

" Please pray!" Whisper in dad's ear.

Slightly astonished, Father glanced at the row of chairs that had been filled with invited guests. The time shows at 12:00 noon, the hour of prayer almost coincides with the time of lunch.

The guests were a lot, because it was waiting for lunch time and his daughter-in-law actually wanted to leave the party location.

"Groans again, lots of guests." Dad was whispering the same.

"In the meantime, yah, haven't changed her clothes yet." Nizam was still whispering.

Mother and Laila glanced at the 2 men who were negotiating.

"Sheat at home, yes, not good with guests." Daddyh.

"There's no uzur? The guest must understand, if the man should pray in the mosque."

Dad took a deep breath, offended as well. He is not the one who is on time to do that duty.

With heavy nodding of head.

Heh, gini really well have a daughter-in-law of the priest? There is no tolerance at all.

"Yes, all of you take a break, all lunch."

Show Laela to Nizam to lead her down from the undercover. It was impossible to leave his beloved daughter alone there.

Taking off the wedding dress, began to set foot following his father-in-law who opted out through the party arena. Sometimes the man stopped at the invited guests to say hello.

"I live first, want to take my son-in-law to the mosque, pray dhuhur first! Just moment!" He said with a smile every time he stopped at the crowd of guests.

And unexpectedly, some men who had not picked up food turned out to follow them towards the mosque.

For some reason, there is a sense of pride that is felt when their group increases.

Back with pride and his steady head, the father allowed his new son-in-law to lead the congregation. Inwardly it kept saying, "That's my daughter-in-law."