Not Laila Majnun
Household drama

A month has passed and now Laila is in very good health. Same with Lukman. His feet were getting stronger and more weighty. He has started therapy using crutches even though at home he still often uses his electric wheelchair.

Lukman is getting better at moving his wheelchair. Sometimes he makes attractions for his children by walking on one wheel only. Making a twisting motion with the deft like an attraction in a circus. Labib is certainly the one who appreciates his efforts the most. While Latif just clapped his hands lazily.

Even so Lukman was not disappointed because it was all he did as a form of affection for his children and that is all he can now do. He also believes that his first son loved him because his character and behavior were not much different from his own.

"Dude.....!" Laila approached Lukman who was watering vegetable plants in front of the house. He began to plant again since his hands could be moved. Shame if you just stay still and rest your hands when everyone is busy working. As usual the plants he cared for always thrived and were beautiful in the eyes. Although the results are not much but it can be eaten every day. It can often also be shared by Laila to freelance tailors, employees and neighbors.

"Hum...?" Lukman wearing a cowboy hat raised his head.

"To the garden yuk ya bang...!" Point Laila to the children's playground under some shady mango trees. There is also a swing table and a wooden seat that comes from a whole tree.

Lukman continued watering the plant to completion and then rolled up his own hose. Laila wants to help him but Lukman insists on turning him down.

"I can. Come on...! don't make me look so pathetic like that...!" Gerrutu Lukman with his jutek face.

"Yes yes sorry... I don't pity my brother. It's because I love you...." Laila tried to defend herself.

"But people will see it differently...." Lukman said with a voice. "They must have said, how sorry his wife is. Her husband is just annoying. Can't do anything. Though his wife is beautiful, sexy, has a business." Lukman continued his annoyance by scolding Laila while putting a hose that he had rolled neatly to the side of the shower hard enough to make it scattered irregularly.

"Why should you listen to others? Is it not enough for you to see me and listen to what I say? They don't know what you did for me and Doni. I don't have anything just yet. I never prayed couldn't teach, then brother came. Teach me prayer and teach me. Sufficient of all my needs. Giving a big family that always loved and supported me..."

"Why bring up the past. For me it's not something I should be proud of. That's all I do because I love you La..."

"None with me...... I don't mind doing all of this that's important my brother is always with me that's enough for me....."

Laila stepped up to leave Lukman while stomping her feet because she was upset with her husband.

"Who...help me....!" Lukman feigned difficulty moving his wheelchair because he realized it had angered his wife.

Although she wanted to leave her husband knowing that Lukman was just pretending but in reality she turned around and pushed Lukman to where he wanted to go.

"Abang can be alone, right..why ask for my help? As long as you know.I do all this is not sincere. I hope you'll remember it later. One day if I make a mistake" She emotionally charged her husband.

"Sorry...!" Lukman said because of the release of emotions.

"I miss you calling me mas... If you call brother, I'm like talking to Ani with Rina again" Lukman complained honestly.

"Just ask Septi...!"

It was also better that they would fight again. It is what it is, it's life.

"Mom's morning.. sir....!" A person riding a Supra motorcycle walked into the courtyard of the house of bang Alif and greeted them.

"Yes, sir. Please come in! There was Mia's sister...." He is Mr. Mirto who usually takes the fabric that has been cut into pieces and sew it at home.

"Yes mom...." The middle-aged man replied while putting his motorcycle in an ordinary place.

"What did you say?" Lukman asked after Mr Mirto walked a little distance while carrying a large crackle that usually contains clothes that have been finished in sewing.

"Not so.... " It's back in hone mode again.

"Sorry..." Lukman said again because he was out of words. Better to give in apologetically so as not to prolong the problem.

"Does hearing Septi's name have to be wrong? Brother still has a taste, huh? Just relax...! I'll invite him to the opening of the boutique..." Laila is sensitive about talking about Septi with Lukman. He himself started it. And how many times it was explained that her husband had no sense of anything still he did not believe.

Lukman sighed as his wife was in this kind of position. He just had to listen without interrupting. Although usually Laila will be angry and nagging for a long time. His words are usually everywhere. Lukman just hopes there is someone who can get himself out of the situation like this.

It just so happens that Alif just came home after taking the kids to school. Usually go straight to his own shop but this time he came home again.

"Why bang? Is anyone missing?" Ask Lukman.

"This was on the street looking at the Maryam bakery sales person. Your sister would have liked it. I haven't bought it in a long time..." Reply bang Alif who came out of the car while carrying a crackle bag.

"Let's eat together. There are no more children..." Take bang Alif while pushing Lukman's wheelchair without asking for Laila's opinion.

Lukman is happy not to be upset because his wife is not likely to be angry in front of others let alone his brother. Wouldn't dare. Now his expression was resigned while taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth. Laila walked behind the two men while upset but there was no way she could show everyone.

"What if there are children?" Ask Lukman.

"Once in a while, we should have some alone time. Dating as before our children. It is also necessary to give a special time for couples to enjoy time alone. Me time it's...."

"Go go....!" Bang Alif pushed Lukman a little hard as they climbed up the ramp to a house that was much higher than the yard.

"I should often push you like this let my stomach sixpack like you, Man....?" Bang Alif joked to melt the situation. It seems he knew Lukman and his wife were having a bit of a fight.

"That was then.. Now my stomach is fat..." Lukman said as he felt his own stomach.